The snow was falling, people were coming and going on the street, and Fuhua Building was very busy. Before lunch, the second and first floors were full.
Shopkeeper Xu asked the waiter to bring tea, fennel beans, and watermelon seeds. The cook cut the vegetables and put them aside to prepare for cooking later. You can't make a big pot of rice, you have to fry it alone.
The houses behind the library, Luoyunzhai, and Jubiqi have all been demolished. Craftsmen are cleaning up and preparing to build a two-story brick-concrete structure building to prevent fire.
At the same time, the two-story house can be built on at any time, depending on the demand.
"Hanhan, it's the twelfth lunar month, and the year is almost over."
In the greenhouse, the manager and Hanhan worked together to fill the salt water in saucers and put them in each corner.
Keeping bees in a greenhouse must have extra salt water, otherwise the bees will die due to malnutrition.
"Hurry, go, eh! Hey hey hey!" Zhu Wentian picked a cucumber, rubbed it with his hands, and took a bite.
"After the New Year, shall we go visit the official schools in the counties of Ningguo Prefecture? If there are any good ones, ask first. It's not easy to recruit a son-in-law who comes to your home."
The headman put down another plate, thinking about the girl who was about to be married in the village.
"The son-in-law we recruit is different from others. If we tell you the conditions, I believe that poor people with many sons at home will agree."
Zhu Wentian didn't have to worry about this. The son-in-law who came to visit him in Xiaqiu Village was given a building by himself. He didn't live with the elders of the woman's family, and he didn't have to be treated like a livestock.
Of course, when it’s time to work, you must work, everyone does it, and laziness is not something that belongs to the same village.
At the same time, the village can also build a library and take books from the library here. Do poor people have so many books to read?
In addition, there is a lot of pen, ink and paper, there is no shortage of food, clothing, and medical treatment when you are sick. How can ordinary people dare to think about it?
The head of the village put down another plate: "Okay, people in our village have trouble getting married, there are too many secrets."
"It's the same as before. In the early stage, we won't let you come into contact with too important secrets, such as glass and pulleys."
Zhu Wentian is not anxious about this. After living a good life in Xiaqiu Village, who is willing to leave? Naturally, the same interests must be safeguarded.
The two of them walked towards the door while talking, but Zhu Wentian became silent and the expression on his face became naive.
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"Chang Zhu! We still have to get food. They said we would have dinner at Fuhua Building in the evening, and then we have to eat in the middle of the night. The food in the middle of the night is not enough."
Shopkeeper Xu ran over and asked for help. His face was not very good, and it was obvious that communicating with the customers was a waste of time.
"Do you want to help with cooking?" The mayor wanted to show his concern. The vegetables sold in Fuhua Building were 70% as high as those in Xiaqiu Village, and the cheapest dish cost 500 yuan.
"Ah? That's great. If you are willing to help, we will share..."
"It's still Sanqi. The village kitchen is in place. If you don't have enough time to prepare any dish, ask someone to come over and let us know. We will prepare it right away so as not to delay our distinguished guests."
The manager refused to change the dividend ratio, and it was pointless to calculate the same account.
Shopkeeper Xu ran away and came back dozens of times later to hand over the recipe.
The people in Xiaqiu Village prepared the dishes according to the recipes. The children helped select and clean the dishes, and then started to cook a big pot of rice for themselves and others.
The cooks in ten villages took a break to help out in the evening, and the children took over. They had to cook for more than 700 people.
Zhu Wentian was the main force, flipping the shovel up and down, frying a large pot, then turning around and frying two more pots of the same dish.
At the beginning of dinner, craftsmen and people staying in the store came to pick up the meals, including those working in the library.
The ten cooks were half full and continued to wait. Apparently Fuhua Building could still hold on.
Another half an hour passed, and the children all fell asleep. Zhu Wentian stayed in the kitchen, writing the title of the book there.
Wang Zhen's Nongshu, Fansheng's Book, Nongsang Collection, Nongsang Summary, Chen Min's Nongshu, Taiping Yulan, Jiuzhang Arithmetic, Island Arithmetic Scripture, etc.
As Zhu Chuan said, if you ask the library what books you need, you will list the books currently available and show them to the students.
Zhu Yuanzhang's requirements were too high. Unlike the eight-legged essay that followed, he could test current affairs policies, horse riding, archery, calligraphy, and arithmetic.
That is to say, those who were admitted by Zhu Yuanzhang were actually unqualified. He would not be happy when he came again next year.
Then you have to find enough 'miscellaneous books' for the students to learn. As for horse riding and archery, you can find opportunities to practice in a place outside the city.
"Two plates of stir-fried kale, please help me." A waiter from next door came over and shouted.
"Okay!" the chef responded.
"I am the only one." Zhu Wentian put down his pen, washed his hands, and heated the pot. The garlic and kale next to him were ready.
He scooped some lard into the pot and added garlic...
The stove was burning charcoal, and soon a plate of stir-fried kale was finished and plated. The same was done for the ones next to it. Two plates were prepared and sent over on a tray.
"Stir-fried shredded pork with fennel, three plates." The waiter called again and continued cooking here.
"Stir-fried kale, or two plates." The waiter came over.
With the help of Xiaqiu Village, the pressure on the kitchen at Fu Hua House has been reduced.
As a result, shopkeeper Xu was under pressure. He just brought over two plates of stir-fried kale. When he passed by someone else's table, the other person took a casual look and smelled it.
He was stunned for a moment, then tasted the stir-fried kale on his table, stood up, and followed him to a table where they both knew each other.
"Brother Fang." He greeted first.
"Brother Liu." The other party stood up.
"Brother Fang, your stir-fried kale is different from mine." Liu said, pointing to the dish.
"What's different?" Fang wondered.
"I'll bring mine over and take a bite."
"good."
The food was brought over, and the man named Fang took a bite, then ate his own, his eyes lit up.
"Brother Fang, can I try yours?" Liu asked.
"Eat, you're welcome."
"Okay." He took a bite, and then gritted his teeth: "Man, come here, the same price, how come his is better than mine?"
"That's impossible!" The guy was watching from the side.
"Try it yourself, and then talk after you taste it."
"Then I really ate it." The waiter used a pair of chopsticks to eat the previous one first, then switched to a pair of chopsticks to eat the last one, and then...
"Have you tasted it?" Liu asked.
"Actually... this is quite delicious, right? Just wait, I'll find the shopkeeper." The boy couldn't continue and asked the shopkeeper.
Shopkeeper Xu came up quickly, apologized first, then tasted the same and sighed: "Oh~~~"
"Shopkeeper Xu, what's going on?" Liu asked.
"I'm not afraid that Brother Liu will know that many of the dishes in Fuhua Building are taught by the Danqing shop that sells box lunches next door. They also provide these tender vegetables in winter.
Our Fuhua Building is too busy, so Zhu Lichang across the street is willing to lend us their cook who makes lunch boxes. If there is a dish that is too late, just tell them and they will prepare it. The stir-fried kale served at the back is..."
Shopkeeper Xu stopped, but the people eating around him already understood.
"That is to say, the food sold by those selling box lunches for 35 cents is better than that of your Fu Hua Restaurant? Then why do they insist on selling box lunches?"
The guest named Fang found it funny. The dishes at Fuhua House were very expensive.
"Brother Fang, the library also belongs to them. There are six shops around it, and I am the only one who doesn't own the Fuhua Building. Looking at the many houses to be demolished later, they bought it."
Shopkeeper Xu uses another way to prove why people only sell lunch boxes, so be happy!
This chapter is from yesterday, there is still one left!
(End of chapter)
