They were washed clean, but they all became slaughtering chickens, so they looked at me, and looked at you, laughing together. This moment was very warm, and there was no difference between the emperor's brother, the yamen and ordinary students.

Song Jiu makes bread.

Everyone was excited.

Last time, the twenty-something yamen had good food, but Song Jiu had no time. Then he went to Hebei and then developed black gunpowder. He was busy. A group of yamen were doing nothing and found food for fun. There were ancient delicacies in ancient times, such as rice, including two red rice, peach rice, pine rice, black rice, and plate-flowered rice in Lingnan. They used fried shrimp, roasted fish, chicken, goose, pork and mutton enema and other ingredients, and then combined with ginger, cinnamon, salt, and soybean as seasonings. After cooking, they poured on the rice ball. Isn’t it very familiar? It is just a rice bowl, but the colors are not as many as in later generations.

There are more types of porridge, and there are also various types of noodles for breakfast, such as wontons, soup cakes, steamed buns, noodles, thin crackers, sugar berries, steamed cakes, Guanghan cakes, and five-spice cakes. If you want to subdivid them one by one, you can divide them into hundreds of varieties. It is not as prosperous as later generations, but it is far superior to the various food orders in the Tang Dynasty.

A group of yamen went around to see if there were any similar fruits. From the main store to the restaurant, to various snack shops, including the small restaurants of my elder sister, someone "spiked" them twice, but they didn't find them. Scarcity is precious, and it was originally a kind of delicious food, so it was spread more evilly.

Having been prepared, Fu Zhaoshou pulled the two doctors aside and said, "Dr. Yan, Dr. Zhang, please lend us some paper."

"No." Both doctors refused immediately without thinking.

"It's borrowing, not asking for it. We will borrow one and pay back ten of them."

"What are you borrowing paper for?"

To bring the bread back, the sleeves are wet. How can I stuff them into it? Borrow paper and pack them into the sleeves. Dr. Yan said: "No, what kind of style is it."

Murong Defeng finally woke up from the grief of losing his father. Today, he also came to Hezhou with the Yanei brigade. When Dr. Yan disagreed, he said, "Dr. Yan, it's really not possible. We borrow a piece of paper to compensate twenty pieces, and you can keep the accounts."

"Add thirty pieces."

Now if a piece of paper is not cut, it is very large, enough to wrap a lot of bread. Although thirty pieces of paper are a bit expensive, it is nothing to these yamen. Murong Defeng said: "Okay."

Dr. Yan opened the small warehouse next to the classroom and asked Yanei to go in to get the paper and then keep the accounts. The students did not object, but were happy, and even hoped that the more they could take, the better they would send more paper to write real brush calligraphy in the future.

Zhao Kuangyi couldn't stand it anymore, and even this Fangzheng Dr. Yan seemed to be gradually being led by Song Jiu.

He walked to the kitchen.

Song Jiu was taking four painters, Zhu San, and three students who could cook some dishes. Yu Ping and Cui'er were making bread. There were many people, and there was no way. Fortunately, when Song Jiu's father was there, there were many servants at home and the kitchen area was large. Song Jiu made two extra-large roasting pots in advance. Otherwise, the group of people might not be able to eat enough by midnight.

Zhao Kuangyi said: "Song Jiu, it is the study of matter."

"The Second King, yes, many people think it is a path, a strange skill, and a mischievous skill. If you ask yourself, can this kind of knowledge be considered a strange skill?"

Zhao Kuangyi shook his head, it really couldn't be counted.

"The Master said that things have their roots and ends, things have their beginnings and ends, and know the beginning and ends, then they are close to the way. What is the first? Only after things are known to the highest, knowing the highest will make the intention sincere, and then the heart is upright..."

"Song Jiu, don't misinterpret the saint's words," Zhao Kuangyi said laughing and crying: "I ask you, how much does it cost?"

Seeing its power, Zhao Kuangyi was overjoyed. Now he thought about its cost. If it is extremely expensive, it is not very practical.

"The second king, the materials used are simple, including nitroso, sulfur and charcoal powder. The original cost per catty is less than five cents, but it has to go through a series of purification processes, labor, and processing costs. The purification cost and processing costs depend on the amount used. The larger the quantity, the lower the cost, the higher the efficiency, and the more cost it is. Otherwise, the labor cost depends on how much salary the court pays the craftsmen. This process is a bit dangerous."

Zhao Kuangyi thought about the explosion scene and nodded.

"Remember, you can't bring a little Mars in, nor can you bring any flammable materials in. However, I believe that the salary of the craftsmen who operate this work cannot be too low, so its cost will be expected to float between fifteen cents per kilogram and twenty-five cents. What exactly is it that I cannot predict, and only the officials who can predict gunpowder. Moreover, the amount of sulfur is very small now. Once the court prepares it widely, the sulfur must be insufficient. You must prepare a sea boat to go to the East China Sea to buy Liuqiu Island. There are many places everywhere, bring some cloth, porcelain, and pottery.

, you can exchange it for a ship. However, the wind and waves at sea are high, the cost is high, and the risk is high, which will increase its cost. I plan to cost 20 cents per kilogram. The wooden box just now was filled with 80 kilograms, which is nearly two jin of money. However, its explosion volume is too large and cannot be used as a common example. If used to mine, the quantity should be smaller, otherwise it will cause a large-scale landslide event. Just compare the wooden box just now, and its explosion volume can be equivalent to three to four hundred pits, which can be mined by households with original tools, and may even exceed it."

This is easy to calculate.

Ordinary people in the Song Dynasty could earn 100 to 200 yuan a day. That was later, even 100 yuan could not live. Now the prices are low and the wages are low. The hard laborers in the river are tired for a day, but only 100 yuan, sometimes it is not enough. The customers in the mine pits are even more pitiful, only fifty or sixty cents a day. But it is also considerable. One person costs fifty cents, one hundred people costs five thousand cents, and three hundred people costs ten thousand cents. The cost is 15,000 yuan. This is very costly. This is the key, and the key is speed. With it, the entire mining speed has been kept up. Even popularizing the whole country can increase the minerals of the Song Dynasty by three times four times five times in a year! And it can be mined on a large scale, rather than like now, it is not mining, but digging tunnels, making it into pieces of earthworms crawling in it, and 90% of the ore is wasted.

"The Second King, that grave..."

"I know, what I promised has not been fulfilled? Boy, you know that I will have a headache next time."

Yuping already knew some things and was joking.

"You silly girl, why are you laughing at? He even dares to calculate that you and His Majesty. If you have a hard life in the future, please find another good family."

"The second king, I haven't offended you."

Song Jiu changed the subject and said, "The Second King, you won't feel wronged. Now you have just solved the mining problem, and there is iron and steel."

"Don't worry, I will not lose your iron and steel."

"No, the second king, that steel cannot be used. I guess the bridge collapsed before it was built. I can't afford to use steelmaking. I mean that both iron smelting technology and steel smelting technology need to be improved. This is where I had a headache after going to Hebei to inspect."

"You want to hand it over to the court, too."

"The country has private accounts for iron and steel making, but this is a new technology. How can the country let private control? I have to pay if I don't pay it. People should be content."

Zhao Kuangyi understood as soon as he thought about it. Don’t listen to Song Jiu’s words, and you have to think about it. His foreign teacher said some Western iron and steelmaking techniques. Of course, it’s up to you to say it, and if you want to turn what you hear into reality, you have to test it. The reason why the bridge and that house can be made is necessary is that Song Jiu is troubled and it is not possible to develop it. Thinking of this section, he finally laughed. This bet is good, otherwise how can you come from black gunpowder and the future good iron and steel. Just based on these three things, the big brother’s bet is too worth it. But looking at Song Jiu’s frowning look, it is probably difficult. This is good, this is good.

Yuping smiled when she saw him laughing.

This was the second time Zhao Kuangyi saw her, and felt that the girl was extremely gentle, so he patted Song Jiu on the shoulder and said, "No matter what you will do in the future, you must treat Madam Yu well."

But he didn't think about one thing. Song Jiu said that it was good to have iron and steel. This time he had no doubts. There were gains and losses. It was not good to dig someone's ancestral grave. But think about three good things, just dig them. Run under the big locust tree and sat on the stone chair. He was thinking about how to dig someone's ancestral grave. He had to find a suitable reason, otherwise the trouble would be very big.

The first pot of bread was made, and the students were fine, so they didn't dare to rob them. The yamen had a strong background. The yamen didn't care and wrapped them in paper while eating. Dr. Zhang was anxious: "You can't do this, pretend, let the students eat full first."

It may not be possible to listen, but Zhao Kuangyi sat here, no less than a tiger. The second pot was distributed to the student. Zhao Kuangyi took one to eat, and the taste was good. Now Song Jiu has added another ingredient, meat floss, and butter, jam, etc. It is too late and there is no time to make the meat floss. It is fragrant and smooth. Zhao Kuangyi actually felt it and put the second one in his mouth to chew it. No wonder this kid had to open a main shop. No, this is not enough, this body cannot think about the big plan of making money, and he has to force him to put the talent on the country. So Zhao Kuangyi was thinking about it while eating. Just as he was thinking, the eunuch in the palace led the guards to find him, Zhao Kuangyi whispered to explain the matter and asked him to return to the palace to report. The eunuch may not understand the complicated matter, but this matter is relatively simple, and said, "This is the joy of the Song Dynasty."

"Well, when the emperor saw this name, he said, Song Jiu, Song Jiu, Jiu, it's a good name." Zhao Kuangyi whispered, "You can't let Song Jiu hear it, otherwise he would be very embarrassed. He said, "These fruits are good, bring them to the emperor."

After saying that, Zhao Kuangyi looked complicated. Song Jiu was so brave. It turned out that his elder brother wanted to eat a fruit and had to steal it by himself.

"Yes," the old eunuch quickly returned to the palace to report the good news.

Song Jiu made it in one pot after another, but after one pot, it disappeared immediately. Seeing that the sun set, the medium seeds with more than one stone were almost baked, but they were still gone quickly when they were brought outside. The last two pots could not disappear, and some were left for his two sisters and children. He ran out and asked, "How did you eat?"

A medium-sized plant for one stone is equivalent to more than one hundred kilograms of high-quality flour, two hundred chickens, several kilograms of meat floss, and other ingredients and seasonings. Even if you have Wu Song’s belly, you will be fed a long time ago.

The students didn't dare to speak, and dozens of yamen snickered. Song Jiu glanced at their sleeves and even found that Zhao Kuangyi's sleeves were full. Song Jiu pointed at them speechlessly and said, "Do you know how much it will cost in the future?"

Zhu San asked: "How much does it cost?"

"A bad five hundred cents, a good consistent money."

Zhu Sanyi shivered. How much did he eat that night? Dr. Yan said: "Song Jiu, you are too unscrupulous."

They were all pretending, and even he pretended, but only a group of students were afraid and only ate a few, so they dared not carry them.

"Dr. Yan, it is delicious. Do you know how many ingredients it uses and uses a lot of frosting."

There are five main types of sugar products in the Song Dynasty. The first is sugar water. The sugar cane is transported and squeezed into juice for sale. There is a seasonal constraint. The sugar cane is produced in the south, and it is not the Song Jiu chooses sugar. There is also the sugar-making technology brought by the Tang Dynasty from Tianzhu, Shimi, which is not possible. In addition, sugar, that is, brown sugar, because the sugar cane is produced in Wu and Yue, and the other is Houshu. The gap between countries is between countries. The economy of the Northern Song Dynasty is not so developed. It is difficult to see good sugar. Poor sugar will ruin the taste of bread.

It will reduce the bread grade, and Song Jiu is useless. There is also a snack, one cent per cent, malt sugar, that is, maltose, which is obviously even more unusable. Finally, it is frosting, not white sugar, but a backward rock sugar, with complex production process and low yield. But there is an advantage that the quality can be distinguished from the color. However, good frosting is too expensive. A piece of high-quality purple frosting weighing a few pounds can be sold for a few chunks of money. A pound of frosting can buy a one-square meter luxury house in Lu Mengzheng!

If it is all high-quality frosting, it is worth the price, but the question is how much frosting can be used?

No one paid attention to him, and he gave him a look of contempt and then went back with a smile.

...

Everyone who comes will gain something, and the more people you get, the greater the gain.

The person who gained the most went to the palace. Song Jiu did not mention the technology to keep it confidential. Zhao Kuangyi also thought of it. No wonder the new house was so strange. But the problem was that it was finally used for civil use. What should I do? Song Jiu didn't think about it, but the two brothers wanted to think about it.

The rest of the harvest is a lot of bread.

Three people came to the Pan family and gained a lot. They returned home excitedly. Mrs. Tian said angrily: "You two brothers went out to hang out, but they still took Wei Zheng to learn well."

Wei De was so anxious that he stuffed bread into his mother's mouth.

The son could bring food back and there was also filial piety. Tian ate the bread and said, "This fruit tastes good, where did you buy it?"

Brothers three were speechless. If you could buy it more expensively, buy it. Even if you buy a few less, the key is that Song Jiu is impossible to sell it now. When he said the price, he was mostly to scare everyone. Just relying on his doing something, he had a bright future, and would he make a living by selling bread? He didn't dare to answer, and his mother opposed them being wrapped up with Song Jiu the most.

The three brothers sang in unison, threw their bags and escaped from the living room. After leaving the living room, Pan Lian'er blocked them again and asked, "What happened to that monkey later?"
Chapter completed!