"Young master, there are so many goods that no one comes here. These big sauces cannot be sold, so I am so worried about the villain." How could I know that the row of shops belong to Yan's mansion.

Yan Chengjin walked into a grocery store, and there was a jar of big sauce in the backyard.

Not only are there grocery stores, but also cloth shops and rice shops, not to mention other stores.

Back to the capital, Yan Chengjin went to Zeng Mansion.

Afterwards, Song Jing brought twenty craftsmen with him on his back and prepared to go to Liangxiang, and the craftsmanship of making the craftsman became more and more mature.

This time he went there to teach Huirong's production technology to the workers in Liangxiang. Yan Chengjin was preparing to open the first glasses shop in the Ming Dynasty in Liangxiang.

Song Jing always felt a little ashamed.

During this period, his wife once wrote to him to ask him how he was doing his knowledge and when he would return home. What was ashamed that he had not calmed down and read the book for a few days.

But even if he can't get a good fortune, he will not regret it.

Since meeting Yan Chengjin, he has become increasingly aware that in addition to passing the exam, what he is doing now seems to be more meaningful, and has repeatedly won prizes from the court and high praise from His Majesty.

...

Welcoming Song Restaurant,

Two days later, Yan Chengjin stayed in the restaurant kitchen, cooking a pot of oil in front of him, and saw the imperial chef Huang Baoshan add a lot of seasonings.

Zhu Houzhao slipped out of the palace and heard that Yan Chengjin was not in the mansion, so she came here.

"This tastes wrong, it's a little bit."

Huang Baoshan had a dark face, this has been the eleventh time.

Whenever he thought it was good enough, Yan Chengjin always told him that it was a little bit too long.

"What kind of soup should Lord Yan give?" Huang Baoshan asked with a frown.

"I want to make soy sauce."

“Isn’t this soy sauce?”

Yan Chengjin shook his head: "It's not this soy sauce."

"There is also a soy sauce?" Huang Baoshan was anxious.

Soy sauce was available early, but it was far worse than later generations. The Ming Dynasty lacked supplies, so Huang Baoshan might taste delicious.

But Yan Chengjin tasted it and couldn't even get into his mouth.

It smells fragrant, but the taste is not right.

"Add some sesame oil and some sugar to try."

Huang Baoshan poured the sugar and sesame oil down. At this time, a fragrance came. Before Yan Chengjin could say it, he tasted it first and was stunned.

The taste is much better than it was.

Yan Chengjin tasted it. Although the taste was much better, it was still far from later generations. The soy sauce from later generations was delicious even if it was just a plain rice.

Some of the seasonings and crafts are probably at this level.

"It's done." Yan Chengjin said: "I ordered people to send these soy sauces to Liangxiang County. Please keep this recipe confidential."

Zhu Houzhao smiled and said, "Old Gao, let's send him to the Poison Country?"

Huang Baoshan is 42 years old and almost didn't wet his pants.

"Your Highness, don't scare me."

In order to block Zhu Houzhao's mouth, Huang Baoshan quickly made him a delicious meal for Buddha Jumping over the wall. Zhu Houzhao licked the plate cleanly, and the fly could split it when it flies up.

Every day, he threatens Huang Baoshan to eat delicacies in one go, and Zhu Houzhao enjoys it.

Yan Chengjin went to Liangxiang.

Liangxiang became more and more deserted day by day, and the remaining foreign shops that could not stand were sold one after another, and only the shops of the indigenous gentry were guarding them.

Workshops were built one by one, and the workers were paid immediately after one day. The refugees worked very hard.

In the evening, smoke was fluttering in the straw sheds of every household. The refugees hadn't heard the sound of rice in the pot for a long time.

At first, they blamed the court for rushing them to Liangxiang, but now they are grateful.

You can earn five cents in a day. If you find a better work station, earning seven cents is not a problem.

Even women can go to the duck feather farm and wash duck feathers. As long as they are willing to use their strength, they can receive wages.

The refugees were grateful to the workshop owner, but they didn't know who the owner was.

But some refugees who are aware of the general are also worried about Liangxiang.

If the boss cannot do business, the workshop will not last long, and he will lose his livelihood.

Wang Busui looked depressed: "Young Master, I heard that our Liangxiang has changed the tax system and has to take one from thirty to cashiers."

“What’s wrong?”

Wang Busui stamped his feet: "I will lose money like this!"

It turns out that you just hand in something and just send it over.

Even those who sell jewelry can still mix fish with beads and give two steamed buns as jewelry to pay taxes, and can still fool them. Now that you really have to pay the bank, isn’t it a loss?

"Don't take the initiative in front of me in the future." Yan Chengjin didn't want to communicate with the soul that had not been sublimated.

Wang Busui said aggrievedly: "Young master, let's start a workshop and we always have to make money, otherwise how can we get the money and pay the wages..."

The workshop has been open for half a month and stockpiled a lot of goods. People from all over the country heard that this is a gathering place for refugees, so how dare they come?

Even the indigenous gentry dared not go out shopping, let alone the capital.

The capital is more prosperous than here. The gentry's brain is clamped by the butt of a donkey, so he comes here to purchase it.

I just spent money and had no money to pay, and I could hardly pay my wages.

"Have Huang Baoshan's avatar been painted?" Yan Chengjin asked.

Wang Busui's eyes lit up: "I've finished painting, the young master wants to sell his godfather?"

"Look for a few strong refugees to be peddlers and pick them up in the capital to sell them."

Wang Busui happily went to do it.

Lao Gandad was made by Huang Bao, the imperial chef, who made the secret of the grocery store with big sauce. He chopped the meat sauce and tasted great. But for some reason, the young master wanted to find a painter to paint the flower before he was willing to sell it.

...

Two hours later, the capital,

The peddlers carried cans of old godfather and went to the streets of the capital to hawk everywhere.

The Yingke Song Restaurant in the capital is also selling Lao Gan Dad, and the words "Imperial" are printed on it. The gentry knew at a glance that it was written by Huang Baoshan, and they immediately had the idea of ​​trying it out.

In the evening, Kunning Palace,

Emperor Hongzhi came to have dinner with Empress Zhang, and Zhu Houzhao was there. His father was kind and his son was filial. Zhu Houzhao was not picky about food, and he feasted and ate whatever he was stuck. On the contrary, Emperor Hongzhi had no appetite.

"Your Majesty, do you want to have a can of old godfather?" Xiao Jing said with concern.

"What is Lao Gan Dad?"

"It was made in the Welcoming Song Restaurant outside the palace. I have tasted it and I have served it very much." Xiao Jing ordered people to bring it up, and the factory guards naturally knew about the things outside the palace.

I saw a portrait sticking to the lid of the jar, and Emperor Hongzhi's old face moved slightly: "Isn't this Huang Yuchu?"

Zhu Houzhao took a closer look and found that it was Huang Baoshan's dog head...

Huang Baoshan is smiling and amiable, and looks extremely worthy of beating.

To call Huang Baoshan to be his old godfather, Emperor Hongzhi muttered in his heart, why did he get such a weird name!

Xiao Jing saw His Majesty's face and knew what he was thinking. He hurriedly said, "Although the name is not good, the taste is very good. Your Majesty will know it as soon as he tastes it."

Emperor Hongzhi tasted it and frowned slightly. The taste was very layered, salty, a little sweet, and an indescribable fragrance. After taking a bite of the rice, it was extremely appetizing.

"Yeah, it's delicious."

Zhu Houzhao picked up some, but was stunned after tasting it. Isn’t this the taste of the recipe that Lao Gao sent to Liangxiang?

"This is not made by Huang Yuchu, it is clearly made by refugees from Liangxiang."

Xiao Jing was so scared that he dared to enter His Majesty's holy mouth if the things made by the refugees were made.

"Your Highness, don't talk nonsense..."

Emperor Hongzhi turned his face down.
Chapter completed!