"Shopkeeper Ye, your inn, business doesn't seem to be good!" Zhao Lang looked up and smiled.

Father Ye sighed: "It's a cold winter, and the business of all walks of life is not very satisfactory. And this Xiangyang City is now a strategic city, with a huge flow of people, attracting inns and restaurants, my small Chonghe Inn, is really not able to compete with those big inns!"

"In addition, these heroes come and go, and they often fight in my small inn. If you don't pay the money, you just don't pay it, and you often break my table, chair and bench, and you don't compensate. Father Ye poured out bitter water at this time, "If it continues like this, within half a year, my little Chonghe Inn will probably close down." ”

Originally, these things in Father Ye's heart would not be said to a child like Zhao Lang, but Zhao Lang's identity and financial resources were enough to be on an equal footing with him, so he blurted out.

Zhao Lang smiled and asked: "Shopkeeper Ye faces these people in the rivers and lakes, why don't you hire some martial arts thugs to deal with it! Although there are some elite disciples of the big sects, it should be more than enough to deal with some unsuccessful small shrimp in the rivers and lakes." ”

I remember what I saw on TV in my previous life, in martial arts TV dramas, which inn doesn't have a bunch of two thugs in the town? Ordinary martial arts people dare to make trouble, and directly beat them into dead dogs and throw them out? The shopkeeper of this Chonghe Inn is inevitably too low, and he doesn't even have a subordinate who knows martial arts.

Father Ye's face fell: "Poor and rich and martial, the thugs on the market now, if they have some real skills, the employment price has already risen to the sky." Zhao Shaoxia, if you look at the business in my store again, can you afford to hire thugs?"

Zhao Lang turned around to look at the small shop with three or two big cats and kittens, and nodded with a black line. Ancient martial arts are too complicated, not as simple as later generations think, and he is really still a rookie. In martial arts novels, it is too one-sided.

"Many people in the martial arts, relying on their own martial arts, always eat overlord meals in this way, and we don't have anything to talk about. Even if I sue the government and they don't admit it, I can't do anything. Hey!" Father Ye sighed, "If this business continues like this, there is really no way to do it!"

Zhao Lang's eyes flashed, he had an idea, and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Ye, I have a good idea, maybe I can make your inn come alive and stand out from many inns, I wonder if you are interested in listening to it?"

Father Ye smiled reluctantly: "I want to hear about it." ”

Zhao Lang picked up the handkerchief on the table to wipe his hands and mouth, and said confidently: "I don't know if Shopkeeper Ye knows the origin of the idiom 'Zhong Ming Ding Food'?"

Father Ye smiled slightly, and said confidently: "Zhong Ming Dingshi describes the life of those wealthy nobles in ancient times. When these wealthy nobles eat, they will play music and strike the bell, and eat the precious food at the top. Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty once described it in the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", saying: "Lu Yan pounces on the ground, and the bell rings and eats the house." ”

Zhao Lang's face was surprised: "Shopkeeper Ye is very knowledgeable, among businessmen, there are indeed not many people like Shopkeeper Ye!"

Father Ye's face was slightly red, and he sighed: "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, I was pinned on high hopes when I was young, seeking fame. Helplessly, due to the limitations of talent, Sun Shan's name fell to Sun Shan, so he could only come back gloomily, which was not enough to worry about. ”

Listening to Father Ye's story, Zhao Lang was slightly speechless, he didn't expect that the shopkeeper of such a small inn would also have such a life experience, sure enough, everyone's life is a book.

However, what happened to Father Ye's past had nothing to do with him Zhao Lang, all he needed was a cooperative partner.

"Shopkeeper Ye is very knowledgeable, and I admire him," Zhao Lang nodded, "What you said is indeed right." However, the origin of Zhong Ming Ding Shi is not only traced back to the Tang Dynasty, but also has to be extended. ”

Father Ye's eyes lit up, and Zhao Lang's mature remarks and performances had already made him put away his contempt for the young man in front of him, and really put him on an equal level.

"Zhao Shaoxia, please advise. ”

Zhao Lang shook his head: "I don't dare to advise." In fact, the dining method of Ding Shi had already appeared in the Shang and Zhou dynasties. It is recorded in "Han Poetry Biography". In ancient times, sacrifices were struck, and the bell was struck and eaten. It means that everyone gathers around the big ding, puts beef and mutton and other food into the ding, and cooks it with boiling water to eat. ”

"This way of eating, extremely free and uninhibited, free and bold, in fact, should be the most suitable way to eat the taste of people in the rivers and lakes. In addition, the weather is cold in winter, so this way of eating can warm up the body and ward off the cold. The corners of Zhao Lang's mouth hooked, and he smiled lightly, "If we imitate the ancient method of 'Ding Food' and launch a 'Ding Food' recipe that is very different from other inns, you say, will the inn's business completely improve!"

Father Ye's eyes flickered, and he kept thinking about the feasibility of Shen Scale's suggestion, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became. Poor and rich in martial arts, most of them are rich people who spend a lot of money, and the method of "Ding Food" caters to the tastes of people in the martial arts, which can definitely make the business of the inn excellent, which is definitely an idea that hides huge business opportunities.

However, under the business opportunities, there are also extremely serious problems, and Ye's father worried: "The young man's ideas are novel and unique, and the little shopkeeper is really admired." It's just that this idea is probably difficult to implement. ”

"Why?" Zhao Lang asked.

Father Ye said: "First, the tripod is a noble vessel, which is exclusive to the wealthy and prestigious families, and ordinary people can't cast it privately, let alone use it for business." Second, now in the war-torn period, the price of iron used in casting weapons has been rising. Even if the government agrees with us to cast a tripod, a big tripod will cost hundreds of catties, so much iron, where can we get it!"

Zhao Lang laughed, these two problems may be difficult to solve for the people of the Song Dynasty, but for him, a traverser from the 21st century, it is nothing: "Who said that we must use the tripod in order to 'eat the ding'? We will slightly transform the pot in general, the bottom becomes smaller, the side circumference is high, and the thickness is thinned, can't it have the effect of not much difference from the tripod? Moreover, compared with the thick big ding, it can save a lot of fuel, killing two birds with one stone, isn't it?"

"As for the government's problems, there is no need to worry. Zhao Lang smiled slyly, "We just borrowed the inspiration of 'Ding Food', and we didn't even cast a bite of Ding, why did they arrest us?"

"I have come up with the name of this way of eating, the top is a special iron pot with boiling water, and the flame is blazing below, so it is called 'hot pot'. When the business is good, just stuff a little official silver into the government, and the government will only help us maintain our business, and will never oppress us. ”

Father Ye laughed: "It's me who drilled the horns." Haha! The young man is really full of talent, and he actually solved these two problems so lightly. I listened to you, so I resold all the accumulated savings, and then asked someone to borrow some money, hoping to raise some more silver taels and fight against the water. ”

What kind of joke to let you borrow money to do business, and finally the hot pot restaurant opened, so that Lao Tzu could watch the excitement, and there was no benefit at all? With Zhao Lang's unprofitable character, how could this kind of thing be allowed to happen!

Zhao Lang slowly took out the silver ticket in his pocket, and in Father Ye's surprised gaze, he said with a smile: "If you raise silver taels or something, you don't have to." I see that Shopkeeper Ye, your inn, is almost worth a thousand taels of silver, so I have a thousand taels of silver tickets here, and I will develop the inn for you. When I cooperate with you, Shopkeeper Ye is responsible for the daily operation of the inn, and I am responsible for thinking of novel ways to make money for the inn. The risk is borne together, and as for the income of the inn, it will be divided into fifty and fifty at that time, how about it?"

Father Ye was stunned, it was obvious that if he did this, he would completely take advantage, in fact, his small inn was not worth a thousand taels at all, Zhao Lang could buy the inn and hire someone to take care of it, with his idea, he could do it himself.

Now Zhao Lang is willing to cooperate with him, and he will also divide fifty-fifty, which is like a pie in the sky for Father Ye, a little shopkeeper who is almost at the end of his rope!

"What, isn't Shopkeeper Ye satisfied?" Zhao Lang frowned slightly, with such a distribution, Zhao Lang had already suffered a loss.

Although Zhao Lang didn't care about money or anything, if Father Ye had to make an inch, Zhao Lang would not let him. After all, there are cross-era minds, partners are everywhere, and there is no need to be played as an idiot.

Fortunately, Father Ye reacted quickly, and hurriedly nodded, for fear that Zhao Lang would regret it: "Satisfied, satisfied! In this case, the little shopkeeper has taken a big advantage, how dare I be dissatisfied?"

The corners of Zhao Lang's mouth hooked, and a thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

Hot pot was officially commercialized in the Yuan and Ming dynasties, and if I built a chain of hot pot cities in advance, it would be all over this China. Thousands of years later, when people in the 21st century eat hot pot, will they remember that the founder of hot pot is Zhao Lang?

Roar, roar, this is a different kind of longevity!

Zhao Lang thought in his heart.

A contract was quickly made, and Zhao Lang and Ye's father signed it respectively.

"After signing this contract, we can be regarded as a family," Father Ye looked at the paper contract, patted Zhao Lang's shoulder, and said kindly, "My Chonghe Inn, you can be regarded as half a shopkeeper." ”

"This is natural, but," Zhao Lang frowned slightly, "Uncle Ye, I don't think the name of our inn is very good." Chonghe Chonghe, it feels like the name of a academy, it's hard to remember and it's hard to write, let's change it!"

thought of a TV series "Wulin Gaiden" that I liked most in my previous life, and the name of Tongfu Inn in it was quite good. Zhao Lang's eyes lit up, and he smiled: "Uncle Ye, now we are both prosperous and lossy, and we are blessed and enjoy hardships together." The name of this inn may as well be changed to "

"How about changing it to Tongfu Inn?"

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