The mighty general Ma Chao, compared with his splendid handsomeness, his reputation is more powerful than that of Xiliang, and he will remain famous throughout the ages.
It is said that mercenaries believe in the power of their ancestors, and to a certain extent, Shen Yan does not.
In Shen Yan's era, some people worshiped idols as heroes. Shen Yan didn't know how long their love would last, but as a historian, archaeologist and expert, the heroes, literati and poets in history were the real idols.
And there is another advantage. These "idols" of Shen Yan will never have to worry about their houses collapsing. The ones that should collapse have already collapsed.
Shen Yan can now call Liu Changyi and Li Sanniang, but whether it is Liu Changyi or Li Sanniang, they are just a drop in the ocean that has not even left their names in the splendid history. Perhaps, only Shen Yan can recall them again because of unintentional their names.
But Xiliang Jin Ma Chao is different. Among countless heroes, he is also the most shining one among them.
Standing in the same era as the heroes of the past and present, although it was conceivable because of Meng Yuan's appearance, when he actually faced them, Shen Yan still couldn't help but tremble in his soul.
The cold voice of Bai Wang Xiao Lingchen continued: "I heard that all your sacred weapons have been handed over? Commander of the Mercenary City."
There was no emotion in the voice, but there was an inexplicable meaning in it. Maybe it was because they were comrades in arms for a moment?
Zhao Kuo seemed to be fine and corrected him: "It's the former commander. That's not a good job and it's not worth mentioning..."
Shen Yan finally calmed down and asked in a low voice to Father Dong: "Who is this spiritual tribe? What makes you so nervous."
Father Dong smacked his lips, clenched the weapon in his hand, and whispered: "Xiao Lingchen, the White King of the Spirit Tribe, is one of the few legendary mercenaries. He was a legendary ranger when he was young. Well, Their Eldar race has a relatively long lifespan.”
"Xiao Lingchen once went to the Giant City high in the mountains alone. Not only did he not die, he also brought back some old documents from the Giant City. At that time, his name began to be widely circulated among the mercenaries. The pollution-filled Giant The city is a place of fear that even demigods dare not set foot in.”
At this time, Xiao Lingchen was asking Zhao Kuo: "I remember that we have no friendship. Why did you come to my Spirit Tribe sentry post?"
Zhao Kuo: "Try to see if your sentry post is still there."
Before he finished speaking, when Xiao Lingchen took off the bow from his back and drew it to full capacity, Zhao Kuo changed his words and said, "I need some bamboo from the emerald jungle."
"In exchange for the Ding kiln children's pillow, one of the nine great artifacts of the country."
A group of people: "..."
Shen Yan: "..."
Zhao Kuo has now sold all three of his named handicrafts.
Bundles of bamboo were moved out of the emerald forest.
Someone from the Spirit Tribe asked Xiao Lingchen in a low voice: "King Bai, why should we agree to his conditions?"
Just replace one of the nine artifacts with some bamboo? No one is a fool. If you exchange it for something of high value, it will not be more credible.
The Spirit Race continued: "Zhao Kuo has lost those sacred weapons and has fallen into the ranks of legendary mercenaries. There is no need for us to have any more entanglements with him."
Xiao Lingchen was looking at the scaled-down version of the "Dingyao Children's Pillow" in his hand. It really looked like a sacred instrument. He replied: "The huge formation of the mercenary city pronounced Zhao Kuo guilty, and they even did not hesitate to label him a mercenary." The name of the city’s sinners.”
"For an ordinary person, dying ten times or eight times may not be enough, but Zhao Kuo still lives a normal life in the mercenary city. Do you know why?"
The person who asked the question thought for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Because of the barbarians in the deserted city, if something happens to Zhao Kuo in the mercenary city, there is no chance that those barbarians will come to the mercenary city."
Xiao Lingchen nodded: "Zhao Kuo can still stay in the mercenary city, naturally it is related to the deserted city, but he lost the position of commander before, I am afraid it was also because of the deserted city."
"Zhao Kuo's mother is the prophet of Huangcheng. When Zhao Kuo rises, the mercenary city wants to rely on his power. But when Zhao Kuo rises, they will worry that Zhao Kuo's identity will help Huangcheng seize mercenaries. I want to take control of the city and seek benefits for Huangcheng, which is too difficult."
"The humans in the Mercenary City are different from us Spirit Race. They are still as greedy and greedy as their ancestors. If they were in the war years, they could still be of the same mind, but the Mercenary City has been in ruins for hundreds of years because of the appearance of the demigod Victor. Peace.”
"Without external pressure, they will start fighting among themselves. It is not surprising that several mercenary groups reached an agreement to sacrifice a legendary mercenary for some power."
Xiao Lingchen said: "We, the Spirit Clan, just need Huangcheng's help."
Just selling a humble favor by the way.
Shen Yan was also chatting with Father Dong: "Your commander, um, is he too conservative about money?"
Look, Zhao Kuo just handed over the handicraft, pretending not to care, but in fact he was heartbroken and bleeding.
That is a handicraft, worth a wheat cake.
Father Dong sighed: "Commander lived in a deserted city when he was a child. I'm afraid it will be difficult to change the habits developed since childhood."
Shen Yan got another new word and couldn't help but ask: "Desolate city?"
Dad Dong: "There is an ancient city in the north of the desert. The people there are the most powerful warriors. They are so strong that it is not an exaggeration to call them barbarians."
"The commander's mother is from there."
Shen Yan thought to himself, no wonder Zhao Kuo was so strong, he turned out to be half barbarian.
You are a fool, tsk tsk, you are a barbarian.
What did Zhao Kuozheng look at Shen Yan in confusion? Why does it feel weird?
Bamboos were quickly transported out, and there were more bamboos than Shen Yan imagined.
Xiao Lingchen said coldly: "Humans, don't come here in the future. You may not be so lucky next time. The bows and arrows of the Spirit Clan are never afraid of being stained with blood."
Zhao Kuo waved his hand.
Tsk, he's still the same as before, turning his back on others and still holding his nine artifacts in his hand. Do you know how much effort he spent to get them? Thinking about it, his heart began to hurt again.
With a wave of his hand, he said, "Push the bamboo back."
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The making of the steamer is not complicated, it is just a simple weaving and interweaving of cut bamboo strips.
Of course, in order to have sufficient toughness, the bamboo strips need to be processed. The processing method is very simple. It only needs to be soaked in water for two or three days.
These days, the people of the Tiger and Parlor Mercenary Group are a little worried. The business at their noodle stall is too bad.
Moreover, as Shen Yan said, the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group not only set up a stall at the city gate, but also set up one in the upper city area. The people of the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group almost vomited blood after hearing that, and the locust cubs grabbed one in each hand every day. Waiting for the grasshopper to meet Zhao Lan, he will act like swallowing the grasshopper alive and exhale his bad breath.
At the same time, some other mercenary groups' noodle stalls also began to set up in various locations.
Of course, there are also many people who are laughing at the joke, especially the slightly larger mercenary groups. Is such a small benefit worth fighting for? There are really not many people willing to buy cooked food outside. After all, it is not as cost-effective as home-made wheat cakes. The market is not big no matter how you look at it. No matter how hard it is, they can learn to make noodles by themselves. In short, it is something they can do without spending a lot of money. That's a waste of money.
On this day, the situation at the city gate remained the same.
But there have been some changes in the noodle stall of the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group.
First, are there more towering cages?
Each one overlaps so high that a little steaming white mist spills out. It looks pretty good and attracts frequent curious glances.
Second, there is a large wooden board placed in front of the noodle stall. It is quite thick and has a smooth surface.
Several women were standing in front of the panel, pouring some flour on it.
Locust Cubs and a few children started shouting: "Everyone who is passing by, come and take a look."
"The authentic method of making pickled cabbage noodles of the Tiger and Parlor Mercenaries was taught on the spot."
“The best way to make sauerkraut noodles is not by someone who has only learned a few tricks.”
"Teach for free, learn for free."
"Teaching step by step, teaching and knowing."
"If you pass by, don't miss it."
In the past few days, the mercenaries eating noodles in the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group have actually felt the difference between the two noodle stalls.
I even compared them privately.
Although the noodles of the Iron Blood Mercenary Group don't taste as good as those of the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group, they still have one less bronze dove.
But now, the Haw Par Mercenary Group wants to teach everyone how to make the most authentic noodles for free?
Locust Cub: "I learned how to make noodles. I can make noodles and eat them myself when I go home. I don't have to spend so much money."
A group of people looked at each other. The Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group was broken and they no longer planned to continue doing business?
Moreover, not only do they not plan to do business, but they also want to bring down the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group. As the shouts say, you can do it by yourself after you go home, and the things you do are more authentic and authentic than what the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group sells. It's delicious, so who would come here to buy noodles and eat them like this big bastard?
Some mercenaries who were reluctant to buy noodles here also gathered around.
They were reluctant to buy it, and they couldn't learn how to make it at home. They had heard a lot of news in the past few days saying that the noodles tasted better than wheat cakes, so they had to get it themselves to try it.
Seeing that there were almost a lot of people gathered around, Aunt Dong and others started teaching on the spot.
It was a bit unfamiliar at first, but every step of making noodles was already familiar to them, and after a while, they went from being embarrassed to speak to nagging.
When it comes to things that I am good at, I can naturally name them casually.
While talking, he did not forget to "slander" the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group: "Do you know why their noodles are not strong? It tastes like chewing slime."
“They don’t know how to roll the dough first.”
"Not to mention there are no steps to wake up."
"The thickness of the cut noodles is also inconsistent, so when it is cooked, some are cooked and some are raw, and they are not edible."
The more they talked, the more excited they became. The grievances and grievances of the past few days remained in their hearts, almost suffocating them to death.
Mercenaries are carefree and not afraid of anything. Besides, they are reasonable and with the commander-in-chief here, those people only dare to oppress them. If they really want to cause trouble, hey, no one in the mercenary city dares to do so.
Shen Yan kept looking at Zhao Kuo, and Aunt Dong and the others almost cursed and slapped each other in the face. Do they really have nothing to worry about after offending the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group like this? After all, the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group is one of the largest mercenary groups in the city, and their Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group is not even a small fish.
But Zhao Kuo didn't even raise his eyelids, as if he didn't care, and seemed to be expecting something to happen.
At this time, people listening around the noodle stall also discovered that there was such a big gap between the noodles on the two sides.
Recalling the taste carefully, it seems that this is really the case.
As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison, and now they are being drawn out and compared so carefully.
"Remember, the noodles of our Tiger and Parlor Mercenary Group are the most authentic."
One tiger and leopard mercenary group at a time, this is what Shen Yan told him, why?
Shen Yan's purpose is to ensure that no matter how many noodle shops open in this mercenary city, there will only be two types, one is ordinary noodles, and the other is the noodles of the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group.
To put it bluntly, it is a brand effect. Shen Yan does not know how to do business, but he has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running away. In Shen Yan’s era, these methods were commonplace. For example, when talking about mobile phones, everyone’s first reaction was the same. The three brands, and the others, are all supporting, and they can gain a little profit from the cracks. They are just leftovers. On the contrary, because of the comparison, the value has increased a lot.
Moreover, Shen Yan also asked people to promote the importance of "food service and food environment" on the spot.
"Let's have some noodles and feel comfortable, right?"
"Look at how clean our noodles are and how beautiful our tables and chairs are."
"I dare say that our Tiger and Parlor Mercenary Group can make people eat noodles with confidence, without even half a grain of extra sand."
"Is price a problem? Yes, but you have to suffer the consequences of eating noodles, which is not cost-effective."
This sentence speaks to people's hearts. In the past two days, they went to eat noodles with the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group. The Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group came from Shangcheng District. Most people in Shangcheng District have a little sense of superiority. With their power, big.
Whenever someone complains, there is grit in his face, or something else, hey, let alone service awareness, it’s good if he doesn’t directly fall out and fight.
There have been many such conflicts in the past few days.
But for mercenaries, everyone is used to it. They can argue with each other frequently, but after a day they are fine and have to go eat noodles.
But everything is afraid of comparison.
Now thinking about the Tiger and Parlor Mercenary Group, they served a large bowl of noodles on a wooden tray with a smile, saying that they were afraid of getting the noodles dirty when serving them.
Thinking about this contrast, I really feel bad. I am just a bronze dove, suffering from such injustice.
Hum, as expected, he is still the face of the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group.
On the panel, there is a "pop-pop" sound of rolling the dough, and you will answer any questions you have. It is really teaching the most authentic hand-rolled dough method.
Some people have doubts: "You teach others, but you don't do your own business?"
This mattered to Aunt Dong and the others, and she quickly said: "How can we not do it?"
Then he immediately said to the other waiting ladies: "Hurry up and show everyone our new dishes."
Open the highest layer of the steamer, revealing the large white buns inside.
Serve three on a plate: "Fresh big white buns, pickled cabbage stuffing, 8 copper doves, look at these big white buns, each one is almost as big as a wheat cake."
Wheat cakes are made too solidly and become shriveled when baked, so they use a lot of ingredients, while steamed buns are made with baking soda and yeast that has been fermented for a day, and then steamed to expand them directly.
At least it looks impressive from the outside.
Shen Yan and the others make big steamed buns, not small steamed buns, which are very in line with the eating habits of mercenaries.
Everyone couldn't help but be stunned. It seemed that this "baozi" was very objective. Can you buy three for 8 copper doves?
Suddenly, I had the illusion that I could only buy one wheat cake with the money, but now I can buy three.
Before they could think about it, the steamed buns were handed to the tired children.
As he gnawed on the buns, the expression on his face was full of praise for the food: "It tastes better than noodles, and it's cheaper."
Aunt Dong's voice said again: "If you buy three steamed buns now, and add two copper doves, you can add a bowl of porridge. This is a steamed bun set meal. If you buy a set meal now, we will give you a small plate of sour and delicious kimchi."
This kimchi is different from sauerkraut. It is soaked in salt water. Most of the roots are chosen. The soaking time is just right for two or three days, making it crispy and refreshing.
The kimchi provided was really just a small dish.
The porridge is made from rice and is sticky and fragrant.
One or two handfuls of rice can make a large pot.
The food in the Mercenary City is mainly wheat, but there are also some other foods, such as rice, glutinous rice, and beans. The price is slightly lower than wheat, and the number of consumers is not that wide.
Steamed buns, rice porridge, Xiaodie sauerkraut, a perfect three-piece set.
"You can't buy steamed bun porridge anywhere else. Do you want to try it?"
Shen Yan looked at the diners who were gathering at the stall one after another. After all, the three buns looked almost as big as three wheat cakes, and they were sold for the price of one wheat cake. You can imagine their appeal.
Especially those who ate the buns, their expressions couldn't help but light up: "This cake tastes so good."
The rice porridge also sells well, and Xiaodie kimchi is given away for free, which always makes me feel like I have made a profit.
Put some sauerkraut in between and take a sip of porridge. It turns out that food can really make people enjoy it.
I'm just a little worried. They are used to eating these, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to eat the wheat cakes that were as hard as rocks before.
One after another, business picked up again.
Shen Yan smiled and imitated the skill of making steamed buns. Steamed buns may seem simple, but if you don't figure out the key, you really can't learn them.
The faces of the members of the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group also changed their worries and were filled with smiles.
Shen Yan observed for a while, then found Zhao Kuo who was drinking porridge with a steamed bun.
"As expected, our business should be stable."
“And it’s going to get better.”
Then he started talking about business: "Next time you meet someone who is polluted, take me to a revelation ceremony. Today I saw the heroic spirit called by the White King Xiao Lingchen. I am envious."
The excitement was too great. There was a hero from all over the world standing behind him. What a god-level scene it was, it made my heart flutter.
Zhao Kuo frowned: "You may not really understand the courage required for the revelation ceremony."
Shen Yan thought to himself, what do you mean?
Zhao Kuo pointed to a woman on the stall in front of him. This woman was a young lady from the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group. Her name was Jiang Yu. She had a dagger hanging on her waist and was very capable and rustling.
She is quite beautiful, and the most special thing is that the weight on her chest is like pulling someone forward to fall.
Shen Yan was also familiar with it. When he first came to this world, Miss Jiang Yu followed Zhao Kuo to transport cloth in the desert.
Zhao Kuo suddenly said: "Jiang Yu was a very handsome young man before the revelation ceremony."
Shen Yan suddenly stopped chewing the buns, and his expression began to freeze.
