The master, whom Zhu Yuanzhang had no choice but to complain about, was helping to prepare food in the Danqing shop.
All construction, including those outside the city, is completed. The craftsmen will leave tomorrow. They will have lunch in advance today and a banquet in the evening.
The names and household registrations of the three hundred craftsmen are all here in Nanjing, and can be transferred at any time when needed in the future.
They were happy, knowing that from now on, the imperial court would not arrange for work to be done far away, only within Nanjing.
Just like the two hundred people who wanted to fight before, it didn't matter what they usually did. As soon as Xiaqiu Village found them, they were in place immediately.
Next, I and others must work hard to practice their skills, become more literate, be able to do arithmetic, and be able to understand drawings.
Three hundred people received extra money, thirty cents per person per day, while Wang Yiqian and others received double the original fifty cents.
That's one hundred yuan a day. If you don't have that ability, it will be hot to hold, so you have to learn.
Thinking like this, they slowly fell asleep and got up to drink again at night.
Not only did they get wages, but they also got an extra bedding, so they could sleep directly when they got tired while working at night.
If you don’t take the bedding back, you can take it away separately, including the pillows, which is a lot of money!
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"Hanhan, look at that place, yes, use a spoon to scoop it up, hey! Yes, yes, come to me and pretend, oh! Why are your hands trembling?"
Someone spent three cents to instruct Zhu Wentian to add more lard residue. Today, there was lard residue to stir-fry cabbage. The result was about to succeed. When his hand shook, the lard residue fell down and only the cabbage was left.
This is so incredible, I can’t afford to hurt my heart!
Zhu Wentian had a simple and honest smile on his face. He enjoyed the process very much and was down-to-earth. How could a lunch box seller give you so much lard? It's not that I'm short of money, it's that the rules don't allow it.
You say that you have no money to eat and are going to starve to death. It’s okay to treat you to a meal, and then send you to an almshouse or help you find a job.
If you pay three cents for a box lunch, it costs three cents, which is much cheaper than elsewhere.
"Shopkeeper Zhu, what do you do with each pot of the food you cook?"
Today there was a man who ate a ten-cent box lunch, which was unlimited and he could eat whatever he wanted, but he didn't eat much.
He came from somewhere else, leading the way, and then walked around until noon. He was hungry and really didn't want to find another place to eat.
I can't afford to go to the Fuhua Building next door. There happens to be a ten-penny restaurant here, and I think it's expensive to order a la carte, so forget it.
"Usually after a meal, if you can't eat well, problems will occur within three hours at most. Every time a new pot is made in our Danqing shop, we immediately take a portion and put it in the ice cabinet.
If anyone complains of discomfort after eating, we can take samples and ask people from the Taipei Hospital to examine them to see if there is a problem with the food.
You must not have the intention of harming others, and you must not have the intention of guarding against others. It is difficult to draw a dragon or a tiger, but it is difficult to know the person and face but not the heart. "
The chief, who turned into a shopkeeper, patiently explained to the other party, his voice was not low, and he told others.
He made things clear just to protect people, not to say it was for someone's health.
Today is the first day of reopening. I don’t know how many pairs of eyes are staring at it! Don't leave any loopholes that can be exploited.
What if someone misbehaves and complains of stomachache after eating, or even takes some medicine that shouldn't be taken, foams at the mouth, and dies.
Others would bring the body over and put it at the door, demand explanations, get a group of people to boo, and then smash and burn the shop.
"I see, give me two more of these eggplant boxes!" This person thought the fried eggplant boxes were delicious.
Some children came over to pick them up. The ones that cost ten cents were the ones with less meat in the eggplant boxes and the ones with pork and radish fillings that had more radishes.
The eggplants are dried eggplants harvested before. This fried eggplant box tastes better than fresh eggplants.
There is no box lunch for three cents, but three for five cents.
Zhu Ming was also eating next to him. He could not help with the work. He was sitting there with guards around him, occupying a table.
He eats the same food, even cabbage stir-fried with lard residue, and it tastes the same, and the chefs in Xiaqiu Village don't deliberately make the dishes unpalatable.
Someone heard what Li Chang said, hurriedly finished the food on the plate in front of him, got up and left, and a guard followed quietly.
Those people were obviously not normal. They were eating slowly before!
"Shopkeeper Zhu, can I still give you salted duck eggs?" the man who spent ten cents to eat asked again.
The child went to get two halves of salted duck eggs. He agreed to pay ten cents to eat whatever he wanted, and he had to pay for the loss.
"The salted eggs here are well marinated, with a lot of oil, and are salty, without being messy." This person praised.
"Sometimes you have to specially pickle the rotten eggs of Chaos. Some people like to eat them. If you want them, I'll get you one."
The village chief told me that the village does pickle it specially, and sometimes it is used as medicine to aid digestion. Just like the smell of beans after fermentation, it is a protein problem.
If it is controlled well, it will be fine; if it is not controlled well, it will be toxic.
"Thank you, shopkeeper Zhu. I don't like smelly food. Speaking of which, Jiangnan is better, it's warmer!" The man refused.
"Yes! Jiangnan is wonderful, and the scenery is familiar to me before. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can we not remember Jiangnan?" Li Chang followed up with a poem written by Bai Juyi.
"I never thought that shopkeeper Zhu would be so elegant. When I recall the south of the Yangtze River, I remember Hangzhou the most. I look for osmanthus seeds in the moonlight in the mountain temples, and watch the tide on my pillow in the county pavilion. When will I come back again!" This person followed up with a poem.
"It's just that things have changed and people have changed, but the country remains the same. Is it bitterly cold in the north now?" the chief continued to ask.
"After the original Zhongdu was burned down, everyone ran away to other places. The winter was cold. Some people who were officials in Beiyuan escaped and became anonymous. I don't know what to do now."
This man looked slightly sad as he spoke, and his pupils seemed to have lost focus.
"It's not burned in the middle, I'm afraid someone will miss it. It doesn't matter if it's burned, it's just a rebuild. Although it's bitterly cold in the north, meat is easy to preserve in winter.
Unlike here in Nanjing, if you want to use ice, you have to use a lot of saltpeter to make it. The hotter the weather, the harder it is to make it, so you can only use well water to make it.
Some people in the North cut ice and stored it in cellars in the winter, so that it can be retrieved in midsummer, which is countless times more convenient than saltpeter. "
The chief continued to say that this was all Hanhan said, otherwise how could he know such details?
The man nodded: "Indeed, there are actually a lot of good things north of the Yellow River. It would be much better if I had leather clothes in winter."
"Is there anyone wearing clothes made of bamboo rat skin?"
The village chief discovered a business opportunity, and the village had already stocked up on bamboo rat skins.
"It's better than a person's own skin. The bamboo rat's skin is soft and warm, and can be sold for a big price over there." The man smiled.
"What do you call this distinguished guest? What's your surname?" the resident laughed twice and asked.
"It's free of charge, Hui, single name is Wu, there is no one who has nothing." This person calls himself Hui Wu.
"Do you have a place to stay tonight? Why don't I help you arrange a place in the Fuhua Building next door? I know the shopkeeper well. Let's have a drink tonight and talk about things in the North. I have a lot of bamboo rat skins."
The mayor extended an invitation, which was very enthusiastic.
"This...what does Shopkeeper Zhu want to ask?" Hui Wu hesitated for a while and finally agreed.
"The customs and customs of the Northland, I want to complete the transaction." Li Chang's eyes were sincere.
(End of chapter)
