"Come here to help make noodles and eat steamed buns tonight." Behind the library, Wang Shu stood there and called for the scholars to come over and work.
"Brother Wang, what should I do if I don't know?" A student came over with a look of embarrassment on his face.
"You don't even know how to make noodles, and His Majesty wants you? Learn!" Wang Shu was obviously younger than the other party, but 260 people still called him Brother Wang.
He is not polite either. He has recently learned a lot of skills from Xiaqiu Village and throws himself into the city. He will not starve to death.
At this moment, he is in charge of this group of students and helps them learn daily life skills.
"Study, wouldn't it be good to eat steamed buns at night?" Some students were willing to work.
"You just finished your breakfast now, why don't you eat steamed buns for lunch?"
"The steamed stuffed buns are made from leavened dough. It's so cold now that even if you put the dough in, you have to find a hot place to cover it."
"Brother Shi Zheng knows so much."
"My family used to sell steamed buns, but then the war started. I was still young at the time, alas!"
"Then you must teach us."
"It's easy to talk about."
"I was told that I would make up for the enrollment in the spring of next year, but I wonder if it will be too late?"
"If you don't pass the exam next year, you have to wait another three years, three years and three years. How many three years are there in life?"
"Eat first and then talk about it. Can't you eat by yourself?"
Two hundred and sixty people talked, but no one refused. They ate free meals, used ink and paper provided by others, and read books casually for fear of being kicked out.
Wang Shu always had a smile on his face. He was not in a hurry. The director told him that there would be opportunities and he was still young and should lay a solid foundation.
He believes that the director is not lying. His wife now knows more than a hundred Chinese characters and has memorized addition and multiplication tables.
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The cooks in Xiaqiu Village cook big pots of rice, but now no one spends money to eat a ten-cent box lunch, which is three or five cents.
Of course, there are no beggars coming to ask for food. If you want, just give it and then send it to the almshouse.
Nowadays, the lunch boxes are given more and more. If you make more, you will say it is too much, and you will add a little more rice and vegetables for each person.
Everyone who comes to eat knows that Xiaqiu Village takes pity on them and cannot repay them for the time being. They will wait until they have the opportunity in the future.
When they come to eat every day, they find that their appetites are smaller than before, because the vegetarian dishes in Xiaqiu Village also contain oil. They eat them for a long time to slowly recuperate their bodies.
The price is that the profit from selling box lunches in Xiaqiu Village is reduced to 5%. If there is still no tax paid, if another 30 tax is paid...
As the vegetables are cooked, people come over to eat one after another, carrying their plates one by one. After they finish eating, they will take the plates to the place where the plates are collected in front, without the children having to collect them.
At the same time, put a rag on the table, and whoever has oil and water on his own piece after eating will wipe it himself.
And the dinner plate must be eaten clean, not a grain of rice will be left, it seems that everyone's quality is very high.
"Zhu Lichang, I'm here to disturb you." Huang De came, and there were two more people behind him.
"Shopkeeper Huang, please come quickly. Everyone, please, I...I'll excuse you for now. Two people are coming over to take Shopkeeper Huang and other distinguished guests to the back."
The chief was greeting Huang De and others when he suddenly saw someone coming from behind, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
In this case, it doesn't matter what shopkeeper Huang is.
Two children came and asked Shopkeeper Huang to go back with a smile.
Zhu Xi came from the side, and his guard and the guard of the Prince's Palace put their hands on the handle of the knife.
The fool who was serving food looked down at the signs on his body, dropped his spoon and ran over, grabbing Zhu Biao's hand: "Come on, come on, this, um! Hey hey hey hey!"
"Okay, okay! I've never been here upstairs, so if Hanhan is here, we won't be afraid."
Zhu Biao was in a good mood. He looked at the village guard of Xiaqiu Village. He didn't forget us. He took a look at the tag on his body before running over. Is this a fool? I feel good!
A group of people went up to the second floor of the front building, which is a place prepared for a la carte dining.
The children put down what they were doing and followed them upstairs, where the guards from Prince Qin's Mansion took over the service duties.
Some of the guards of the Prince's Mansion stood downstairs and on the stairs, while others guarded the windows.
There were guards from the Prince's Mansion standing outside on both sides of the street. Fortunately, this place was in Xiaqiu Village, and opposite was Luoyunzhai, which sold beer.
"No need to salute, Chief Zhu. The matter you wrote is too important, and I have no choice but to come in person."
Zhu Biao pulled Hanhan to sit down and waved his hands to stop everyone from kneeling and kowtowing. They were all his own people.
"What do you want to eat, Your Highness?" Seeing that there was no need to kneel, Li Chang had to find a topic.
"What do you eat? Let's eat whatever we want." Zhu Biao is not picky. Anyway, he knows that it is impossible to buy a box lunch for only 30 to 50 cents.
"Thousand-piece rolls of stir-fried shredded pork and green onions, snow cotton bean paste that the children wanted to eat, chicken stewed with chestnuts, steamed eggplant with minced meat, and a soup of boiled cabbage."
There is a long list of dishes, and today we add dessert, four dishes and one soup, not counting other side dishes such as sliced sausages, fennel beans, fried soybeans, pickles, etc. The store can provide more than ten kinds of side dishes at any time.
Zhu Biao nodded: "Okay! We will eat whatever the friends eat."
As soon as he agreed, the chief went to get the wine, brewed the medicinal wine, put it in a wine bundle, and stamped it. This is wine made from barley. Barley liquor generally has a low alcohol content, so this is a 55-degree wine.
If you switch to rice and sorghum, the head of the wine can reach nearly 80 degrees, which is when the alcohol content is the highest during distillation.
Jiutou is also called Guotou, which is how Erguotou got its name.
"Your Highnesses, the food needs to be cooked for a while, shall we eat first?"
The chief arranged the dishes and placed a special plate of beef with soy sauce: "I bought it at the market yesterday. We bought most of the cow yesterday. Your Highness, will you bring some mixed beef tendon when you go back?"
"You serve it! It's troublesome to go back and let them eat it." King Qin Zhu Ping didn't want to bother.
"That's fine!" The manager went downstairs to get something again.
Later, Huang De and the other twenty-one people were stunned. The food and wine were served, but the key person was gone.
"Who is that?" Some people felt that they were being slighted.
"Blind? There are so many guards with swords, they must be some king in the palace."
"Looking at that age and bearing, why do you think it should be..."
"Don't say it, let's just pretend we don't know anything. This library is a gift from the Holy Spirit."
"Can we still talk about it?"
"Why not? Eight hundred coins per catty, that's fine!"
"But didn't we say before we came here..."
"I didn't say anything. I didn't say anything. Eight hundred coins per pound. Look at Xu Yuan of Fuhua Tower. How did you give up the profit?"
"I really can't figure it out. Why are you selling lunch boxes?"
A group of people who opened a brothel reached an agreement in an instant and bought it at the price mentioned in the morning. They decided to eat here slowly until shopkeeper Xu arrived and when they left.
The manager on the other side had no time to worry about the people buying vegetables. He brought the tendons up and put in dogwood oil separately: "This spicy rice oil is made from dogwood."
He said that he would first scoop a little bit of it into his own plate, dip a piece of tendon into it, and bring it to Hanhan's mouth: "Hanhan, your favorite food, open your mouth."
Zhu Wentian: "..."
(End of chapter)
