"Zhu Lichang, if you give me two streets, I will also send mung bean water."

The shopkeeper Xu, who had eaten a small garlic box together, explained his intentions, and he watched the people in Xiaqiu Village send mung bean water to Nanjing, and he planned to send it.

He knew why his Fuhua Building could be opened steadily, and what he had to do had to be done.

The chief waved his hand: "Originally, I wanted to do something in Xiaqiu Village, but since Shopkeeper Xu wants to do good, it is better for Shopkeeper Xu to do it." ”

"What?" Shopkeeper Xu asked naturally.

"Shangyuan County and Jiangning County each have a workhouse, tomorrow in the summer, send them food, Xiaqiu Village originally planned to send egg custard, Fuhualou ......"

The chief didn't want to let the shopkeeper Xu toss extra hands to deliver mung bean porridge to people on the street and delay time.

Xiaqiu Village can hire people to do this, and even if Fuhua Building is hired, its organizational ability is not good, and it is guaranteed to be messy.

"Yes, yes, eggs, Lixia can set up eggs, egg custard is good, egg custard is ......" Shopkeeper Xu said with a look of embarrassment.

In his mind, egg custard is a bowl where one to two eggs are beaten and then steamed.

He thought of the number of people in the nursing home, he needed a lot of bowls, the key stove was not enough, dozens of bowls were steamed at a time, when should he start steaming?

"Shopkeeper Xu brought the eggs over, and Xiaqiu Village used a big pot to make them, which can steam six pots at a time, and you scoop them like tofu brains for the people in the nursing home."

The chief can see the difficulties of Xu's shopkeeper, don't look at Fuhua Building is one of the best restaurants, in terms of cooking ability, only Guanglu Temple can compete with Xiaqiu Village in the whole Nanjing.

"Can't I just give you the money?" Shopkeeper Xu felt that it was very good to ask Xiaqiu Village to help steam eggs, so he wanted to be lazy even more.

"I'll pick it up tomorrow morning." The lieutenant glanced at Shopkeeper Xu with disdain.

"Good, good!" Shopkeeper Xu got up and left with a smile, not asking how much money at all.

Theoretically, there is no need to give this money, and last time, the chief took Shopkeeper Song and others to Fuhua Building for dinner, and he didn't give money.

However, cooking wine, soup stock and oyster sauce, Fuhua Lou bought it from Xiaqiu Village, and it was to give money.

……

In the beginning of summer, some people cook eggs for their families, and when it is hot, they will make up for it, and they will buy meat to eat if they have the conditions.

Now you can't eat light, the people lack oil and water, and they need to rely on their bodies to resist when it's hot.

"This is tofu brain?" Zhu Biao came to Donghuamen early in the morning to pick up food, and saw a large basin that could be used to wash clothes, and the contents were like tofu brains.

"If the tofu brain is in a bucket, the tofu brain is ordered, and this egg custard is steamed, and it can't be steamed with a bucket."

The chief pointed to a basin with a lid and said, There are also buckets, and the barrels contain halogen.

The coapper next to it is a small twist flower the size of a thumb, and it is soft, plus side dishes such as sweet and sour kimchi cucumber made last night and 1000 shreds of scallion oil freshly made this morning.

"Zhu Lichang, why ......" Zhu Biao looked at too many things and wondered.

"It's too much, and the village eats this today. Yesterday, the shopkeeper of Fuhua Building Xu came to ......" and explained the reason.

He was afraid that the supply would not be available, so he asked the village to make it together, making more than 200 pots of egg custard and 50 barrels of marinade.

Shopkeeper Xu took people to take away half of the egg custard and marinade, but he didn't take pickles and staple food, which Fuhualou can do.

The rest of Xiaqiu Village obviously can't be eaten, so send a bunch to the mansion of Zhu Zhang, the king of Qin, and everyone in the mansion will eat it.

Send a bunch to the library, and now naturally send a bunch to the Prince's Mansion.

Zhu Biao looked at the size of the basin and nodded understandingly: "Xiaqiu Village has a deep heritage, where did you find a lot of eggs?" ”

"There are duck eggs and goose eggs, and the egg custard is sent to the prince's mansion, and I am afraid that I will not get used to the taste of goose eggs and duck eggs." The lieutenant said that we were also under a lot of pressure.

"Is there anything left?" Zhu Biao recognizes that eggs are familiar and do not eat other custards.

"Yes, there are twenty pots left! I won't do so much next time. The chief looked distressed.

"For the ministers to eat, generally there is no meal in the morning, only one meal at noon, it used to be outside the Mukden Gate, but the etiquette is cumbersome, and many people don't want to toss.

Later, they were sent to their respective places for business, so it was better to add breakfast for them, and some people came early and didn't eat. ”

Zhu Biao thought of a way to help Xiaqiu Village deal with the unfinished food.

The lieutenant immediately agreed and sent the rest of the people over.

So today, the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty have eaten the egg custard rewarded by His Royal Highness the Prince, and there is no need to eat small twist flowers, nor do they need to eat side dishes.

The marinade is salty, just eaten with egg custard.

Wang Guangyang looked at the bowl of egg custard in front of him, and said to Hu Weiyong: "Today, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince actually sent something good, it's the beginning of summer!" ”

He was very satisfied with the breakfast, not to mention the eggs, there were diced lean pork, diced carrots, diced cucumbers, fungus, shredded shreds, diced mushrooms, coriander and chopped green onions.

Hu Weiyong glanced at Wang Guangyang and said, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is really considerate of his courtiers, and the blessing of the Ming Dynasty." ”

In fact, the officials all know how this thing came from, Shangyuan County Yamen is the closest, and they sent a question book early in the morning, praising Fuhualou for sending a large number of egg custard to the workhouse in Shangyuan County.

Then some people said that Xiaqiu Village had done too much, and that the craftsmen's breakfast had already been prepared, and that they didn't need it, as did the other hired workers.

Send a bunch to the Qin Wangfu, and send a bunch to the Prince's Mansion, including the library, but there are still leftovers.

That pot can hold more than 100 bowls, and the last rest is all for the palace, not only officials, but also busy eunuchs and palace maids.

But who dares to make this clear? You have to praise His Royal Highness the Prince.

"After all, it's the food in Xiaqiu Village, is there still a Lu'er? Leave me a bowl, and I brought a loaf to eat when I was hungry. ”

Wang Guangyang didn't care who gave it, anyway, the things in Xiaqiu Village were good, and he remembered that he still had a dough cake.

I didn't eat in the morning, so I ate a few bites when I was hungry, and I just sent the brine child.

"Wang Cheng still has it, there are more halos, I can't eat it at all, I guess I can eat it at noon, and I'm not afraid of the cold." Someone outside responded.

Hu Weiyong shouted: "Leave me a bowl too." ”

Turning his head to find fault: "The marinade is not done, frangipani should be put in it." ”

Others are silent, too lazy to take care of him, eat egg custard with frangipani?

……

On the second day of the beginning of summer, more big merchants began to send things and learn about Xiaqiu Village and Fuhua Building.

The people enjoyed the benefits, and the people who sold the sheep soup and other soups, including tea, were not happy.

Everyone else runs out to drink for free, who will consume it?

Fortunately, two days later, a heavy rain fell, and the people who delivered things stopped, and it is estimated that it will be cool tomorrow.

Zhu Yuanzhang put a few question books on his desk, which were sent by Shandong, saying that it had rained a few days ago, so that the people who were watering could take a rest.

He also mentioned that there should not be much reduction in output this year, at most half of it, because some people have little land, they can't pour water, and they are reluctant to spend money to find someone to help, thinking that it can still rain.

"It's good not to reduce production! I really can't imagine what would happen if there was a large reduction in production after a drought in one place last year, and another severe drought in Shandong this year? ”

Zhu Yuanzhang was afraid for a while that if the people couldn't eat enough, they would have to look for food everywhere, and many people would starve to death, and robbery and other things would be the norm.

(End of chapter)