An hour later, in the open space north of the city, Zhao Yun brought people to build more than a dozen greenhouses. A large pot was set up in the shed, and after adding water, the newly slaughtered mutton and medicinal herbs were thrown into the pot to cook. After less than two incense sticks, the meat in the pot was filled with fragrance and could be smelled from a distance.

As early as when the greenhouse was built, many people stopped to watch nearby, but when they saw that there were groups of soldiers here, they did not dare to come forward to ask. At this moment, when smelling the aroma of meat from the pot, some hungry people in their stomachs couldn't help but go forward to ask the sergeant who maintained order: "Mr. Jun, what is cooked in this pot, why is it so fragrant?"

"Mutton." The soldiers were not as fierce as the people imagined. Instead, they said kindly: "This is the mutton soup that the Marquis of Anyang saw that the weather was cold and cooked for the people to drink. If you want to drink it, hurry up and queue up."

Given that Han Zhan had made many porridge moves before, the people did not suspect that the other party would deceive themselves after hearing the sergeant's words, so they immediately ran to the designated position of the sergeant to line up. In just half a stick of incense, there were long queues in front of more than a dozen greenhouses.

In the past, Han Zhan would prepare large porcelain bowls for the people who received the porridge. After using them, most people would send the bowls back. At this time, the manager responsible for the porridge would temporarily recruit some people to help wash the dishes. Of course, these things are not unpaid, at least each person can get a few pieces of bread.

It is precisely because of past experience that some people who are full of worries, when they first started queuing up, they asked the soldiers beside them: "Mr. Jun, can you ask the young one to help wash the dishes after they finish eating later? Don't worry, if you don't wash it clean, you must not have a piece of bread."

A stone caused a thousand waves. When the people next to them heard that they could get bread when washing dishes, they were also excited and rushed to say, "June, the young man is a hotel clerk, and washing dishes is a small strength. You must leave this matter to the villain."

"Jun Ye, the young one is the guy from Shaopinxuan. He has to wash the dishes in the store every day. You hand over this matter to the young one, and the young one will definitely do it for you."

Han Zhan, who was inspecting the greenhouse with Zhao Yun and Zhang Zhongjing, heard the noise coming from afar. He thought that the people had a dispute over robbing food, so he hurriedly brought people to check it out. When he found out that it was just a group of people who were trying to help wash dishes in order to earn a few breads, they couldn't help but feel a little amused.

But he accidentally heard a commoner saying that he was Shaopinxuan's friend, and he couldn't help but feel moved. He knew that Shaopinxuan was a place where he sold jars and bowls, and these things were all made, so he was named Shaopinxuan.

The people who were arguing, saw a group of gorgeously dressed high-ranking officials coming over by the soldiers, and knew that a big man had come, so they obediently closed their mouths so as not to annoy the other party and drive themselves out of the team.

Han Zhan came to the front of the team, looked at the group of pale and thin people in front of him, and asked, "Who said just now that he was Shaopinxuan's guy?"

After asking, the team was silent and no one dared to say anything, because they didn't know why the young man asked so. But the person who knew Mr. Shao Pinxuan still looked at the man unconsciously.

Seeing that many people's eyes were focused on a young man with a low head and a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, Han Zhan pointed at the other party with his hand and said, "Are you a Shao Pinxuan's guy?"

Seeing Han Zhan pointing his name, the guy hesitated and walked out of the crowd, knelt down in front of Han Zhan with a thud, kowtowed and said, "This young man, Xiaode has never done anything bad. Have you recognized the wrong person?"

"Get up, I asked you to come out, there is something to ask you." After Han Zhan called the guy up, he turned his head to Zhao Yun and said to Zhang Zhongjing: "It's getting late, hurry up and distribute lamb-headed meat and Jiaoer to the people."

After giving instructions to the two, Han Zhan waved his head to the friend who had just gotten up from the ground: "Come with me to the shed, I have something to ask you."

When the guy saw the people lined up, each of them received a large thick porcelain bowl, he came to the pot. The sergeant in charge poured a spoonful of hot mutton soup into the bowl and two other strange-shaped pasta. The guy couldn't help but drool inwardly. He was worried that he would not be able to eat such delicious things after he left with Han Zhan.

Seeing that the guy stood there and stared at the people who were receiving mutton soup and Jiaoer, Han Zhan knew that he was greedy, so he smiled and said to him, "Let's go, I'll have someone give you a double serving later."

When the guy heard Han Zhan say that someone would give him a double portion later, his eyes suddenly shone. He quickly agreed and immediately followed Han Zhan to the greenhouse.

After Han Zhan found a seat in the greenhouse, he looked at the guy standing in front of him and asked, "Where do you usually get the goods from?"

"Reply to the young master," the man replied respectfully: "The clay pots, jars, porcelain and large bowls sold in the store are all made from the owner's own fire kiln."

"How long does it take to burn a kiln of clay pots?"

When he heard Han Zhan’s question, not only the guy was stunned, but even Robu, who was standing aside as a warning, was stunned. He thought to himself that the dignified Marquis’ Mansion still lacked clay pots and other things, was going to buy it among the people?

The guy asked in a daze: "I wonder what kind of clay pot the young master wants to burn, and how many are there?"

It is definitely not easy to find paper and pen here. Ding Rong saw charcoal strips on the ground, so she bent down and picked them up. After a little repair, she lay on the table to draw the shape of the object he thought of. When Han Zhan was drawing the picture, Robu couldn't help but look over and check it. He saw that the objects drawn on Han Zhan's paper were somewhat similar to the jar they usually saw, but they were very different.

After Han Zhan drew the drawings, he called the guy in front of him, pointed to the sketch he had just drawn, and said to him: "Can your boss make a batch of such jars for me?"

The guy looked at it and couldn't help but frown slightly. He pointed to the drawing and asked, "Young Master, the jar sold in my house is different from what you have drawn. There is no such raised part on the jar."

"You observed it very carefully." When Han Zhan saw that the other party had discovered that what he had drawn was different from the jars he had seen on the market, he couldn't help but smile and nodded, saying, "I want this special jar. Can you cook it in your store? If possible, try burning one hundred of them first."

"Young Master," the guy said with some embarrassment: "The shape of your jar is too special. I am worried that I can't explain it clearly to the boss. I'm afraid that I will miss the young master's big deal."

Han Zhan quickly picked up the design drawing he had just drawn and stuffed it into the hand: "Then take the drawing back to the boss to see. If he can burn it, let him burn a hundred pieces. This marquis sends someone to pick it up in a few days."

Seeing that the guy took the drawings and was still out of control, Han Zhan ordered Rob: "Robu, give it to this guy two hundred dollars, just treat it as my deposit."

After receiving the money, the guy immediately changed his face. He nodded and bowed to Han Zhan and said, "Please rest assured, young master. When the young man returns to the store, he will immediately show the drawings to the owner and ask him to cook a hundred jars for you as soon as possible."
Chapter completed!