After posting Huang Baoshan's avatar, Lao Gan Dad sold very well. Wang Busui asked ten peddlers to come to Beijing, and it was sold out in the blink of an eye.

Li's Mansion,

While Li Dongyang was having a meal, he found a porcelain jar on the table, with Huang Baoshan's smiling avatar on his head, which didn't look like wine.

"What's this?"

The housekeeper smiled and said, "This is bought from the peddler. I heard that it was made by Huang Yuchu. It is called Lao Gandad. It tastes very fragrant. Master and lady try it."

Li Dongyang said, "How could Huang Yuchu's things appear in the hands of the peddler? I heard that Liangxiang has opened many workshops, and 80% of them were made by refugees from Liangxiang. Yan Chengjin is really a slippery person."

The housekeeper suddenly felt his stomach turbulent and almost vomited.

But Li Qing'e unscrewed the lid and picked up a little sauce with chopsticks.

Li Dongyang frowned: "Qing'e, haven't you heard what your father said?"

"Uncle Hua tasted it and said that the sauce was edible. What is the difference between what the refugees made and what the imperial chef made?" Li Qing'e said with a smile.

Li Dongyang pretended to be a stern face: "Dad looks at you, is it because of that boy Yan Chengjin?"

"Although my daughter doesn't meet Lord Yan many times, she also knows that like her father, he is a kind person, but he is just a little different from others."

Li Dongyang cannot be denied.

Although Yan Chengjin was timid and cautious, he did make a lot of contributions.

Seeing Li Qing'e tasted it, he also tasted it, and it tasted good.

Ningshouhou Mansion,

There was a bottle of old godfather on Zhang Heling's table. The two brothers stared at it for a long time. Zhang Heling cursed: "Is this a 2 tael of silver?"

Two taels of silver are extremely expensive, thirty taels of silver per acre of land, so you have to eat a corner of land.

However, if Yan Chengjin was here, he would dare to respond: That's right, it's just two taels of silver.

Lao Gandad’s ingredients are very kind, and he will not talk about adding various spices.

Most importantly, beef was also used.

Let’s not talk about how much beef costs, but only a limited beef is not something you can eat if you want to eat it.

The beef is chopped into the sauce. Most people may know it is meat, but they may not be able to taste it.

Zhang Yanling picked up a little with chopsticks, and after a while, he said happily: "It's delicious, brother, you're not losing!"

Zhang Heling slapped and shouted: "What I spent is my silver!"

Yan Mansion,

Wang Busui said to Yan Chengjin: "Young Master, why don't we open a store in Beijing? Let the peddler pick it up and sell it, but we can't sell it much. I don't know how much money we have to make when opening a store here."

Can the peddler go back and forth in one day?

If you have a place to stay in the capital, you can transport the sauce in a steady stream of carriages and put it in the Yingke Song Restaurant.

Yan Chengjin shook his head: "Don't open."

Although the old godfather sells well now, many people just want to taste something fresh. Two taels of silver per can, even the gentry may not be willing to buy a can. If the business is not good, they will have to pay the money.

The original intention was to ask the gentry to go to Liangxiang by looking for Lao Gandad, but who knew that there were still very few people.

The peppers have not yet flowed into the Ming Dynasty, and the taste of Lao Gan Dad is almost interesting, but it is a bit like soybean beef sauce.

The essence of Lao Gan Ma is the spicy taste that cannot be stopped. Without that spicy taste, it is difficult to make people addicted.

What surprised him was that

On the second day, a can of old godfather appeared on the gift table for the sutra.

Zhu Houzhao feasted and licked the bowl cleanly: "Old Gao, you don't have to spend money anyway. You will give me a few cans. I asked my horse to pick it up. The only thing that made me unhappy was that the name you gave me, and I felt that I had suffered a loss every time. Why not call Mr. Zhu?"

He didn't care what Zhu Houzhao said, Yan Chengjin asked cautiously: "Your Highness, this horse companion is calling?"

"The horse companion is Ma Yongcheng."

Ma Yongcheng, another eight tiger?

"I heard from Franji people that there is a beautiful Chinese on the sea, called America, and there is a fairy seasoning called chili pepper. If added to Lao Gan Dad, it will taste better."

Zhu Houzhao blinked and realized Yan Chengjin's meaning: "Do you want your horse companion to go out to sea?"

"Your Highness made his own decision, but I didn't force you. However, if you want to go out to sea, there may be a beach there, which may be more convenient."

"Old Gao, why are there always strange Franchise guys around you?"

"I am the censor, supervising the government and the public, and naturally paying attention to Franji people and the cannibals."

Zhu Houzhao thought about it. Although he didn't know why Lao Gao always asked his companions to leave the palace, it was not harmful to him.

Immediately got up, ran back to the East Palace and got the matter done.

Ma Yongcheng had never seen Yan Chengjin's face before, and he was gone.

The shopkeepers of many restaurants in Beijing bought Lao Gan Dad and treated it as a famous dish on the menu, giving one spoon at a time, which was extremely expensive.

If you sell it in this way, ordinary people will have the opportunity to taste it.

"I heard that this old godfather was not made by Huang Yuchu, but by refugees from Liangxiang. But how could the refugees make such delicious food? Don't look at me, don't believe me, please ask the waiter, I heard that there are many workshops in Liangxiang."

The waiter hurriedly hid away and let the shopkeeper know that he had missed his words and would have to fine him his wages.

The shopkeeper also knew that it was made by a refugee, so he kept keeping it off because he was afraid that no one would eat it.

Most people heard that Liangxiang is a place of refugees, but there are always a few bold merchants who go to buy Lao Gandad and dare to go to Liangxiang with courage.

In a blink of an eye, a month passed, and the workshop goods were made, but there were still not many people in Liangxiang.

Forbidden City,

In an inconspicuous duty room, Xie Qian took out a brocade box and put it on the table and asked mysteriously: "Guess Liu Gong and Brother Bin, what is this?"

"I can't guess it, just say it." Liu Jianxin spoke out loudly.

Xie Qian had a dark face and thought that it would not be easy for his sister-in-law to spend decades with him.

Li Dongyang opened the brocade box directly and saw a pen-like thing placed inside, but it was much bigger than the pen.

"This is?"

"Hehe, this is a monophone Song's telescope. Like the Song's telescope before, it can see thousands of miles away. Now there is this thing in the capital. Yudi spent a lot of money to hear the boss say that he got it from Liangxiang. Look, there are some bosses in the capital who are selling it, and my Ming Dynasty workshop can also be made."

Good Township?

Li Dongyang frowned slightly. There are very few comments from Liangxiang recently. First, it was the old godfather, then the monocular and the Lingyan. What happened to Liangxiang...

In the eyes of the gentry in the capital, Liangxiang is still a nest of bandits and thieves gathered with refugees.

Many fresh goods flowed out of Liangxiang County and were popular among merchants, but not many people dared to come to Liangxiang.

Yan Chengjin ordered people to shout Wang Yue: "Sir, haven't published a book for a long time, right?"

Wang Yue's eyes lit up: "Did you have any insights?"

Yan Chengjin took out a manuscript paper from his arms. This action made Wang Yue both familiar and missed him, and he took it over.

"Liangxiang County Businessman"?

"Can Lord Wang do business?"

Wang Yue laughed out loud. His business was extremely obscure, but he was not afraid to tell Yan Chengjin: "Of course, the previous dynasty left a little foundation."

"Can the first book be released within seven days?"

"Five days are enough!"

Wang Yue looked at Yan Chengjin's cuffs and according to the boy's urine nature, he would definitely prepare a copy for Cheng Minzheng: "Nephew, I..."

"The one that Qingshan Jun has already been given out." Yan Chengjin said.

Wang Yue guessed right, he sent a copy to Cheng Minzheng, and he divided the positioning of these two large numbers and could not do anything randomly.

Mr. Chuanshi and Mr. Aoyama are two different styles.

The stories written by Mr. Chuanshi are more realistic and describe all the various aspects of society.

Qingshan Jun outlines the monster, foxes, ghosts and monsters, and uses his imagination to be imaginative.

This will make the literary world of Daming colorful.

Wang Yue asked in disappointment: "What book is the one given to Cheng Minzheng by his virtue? How about this one?"

"All of them are amazing works. Please don't worry, I will never be biased."

"I have to write it one day earlier than Cheng Minzheng!"

Wang Yue walked out of Yan's mansion with great strides, and disappeared.
Chapter completed!