"Zhu Lichang, please clear two streets for me, and I will also give you mung bean water."
Shopkeeper Xu, who had eaten a small garlic box together, explained his intention. He saw that people in Xiaqiu Village were full of people in Nanjing delivering mung bean water, and he planned to deliver it too.
He knows why his Fuhua Building can operate stably and what needs to be done must be done.
The head of the village waved his hand and said: "Originally, I, Xiaqiu Village, wanted to do something. Since Shopkeeper Xu wants to do good, why not Shopkeeper Xu do it."
"What's the matter?" Shopkeeper Xu asked naturally.
"Shangyuan County and Jiangning County each have a nursing home. Tomorrow is the beginning of summer and we will send food to them. Xiaqiu Village originally planned to send egg custard, Fuhua Building..."
The director didn't want Shopkeeper Xu to use extra manpower to deliver mung bean porridge on the street, which would waste time.
Xiaqiu Village can hire people specifically to do this. Even if Fuhua Building hires people, the organizational skills are not good and it is guaranteed to be a mess.
"That's right, eggs. You can set eggs in the Beginning of Summer. Egg custard is good, egg custard..." Shopkeeper Xu said with a troubled look.
In his impression, egg custard is made by beating one or two eggs into a bowl and then steaming them in a pot.
He thought about the number of people in the nursing home and the need for a lot of bowls. The key stove was not enough and he could steam dozens of bowls at a time. When should he start steaming?
"Shopkeeper Xu brings the eggs over. Xiaqiu Village uses a big pot to make them. It can steam six large pots at a time. You scoop them out like tofu curds and feed them to the people in the almshouse."
The head of the restaurant could see Shopkeeper Xu's difficulty. Even though Fuhua House was one of the best restaurants, in terms of cooking ability, only Guanglu Temple in Nanjing could rival Xiaqiu Village.
"Can't I just give you the money?" Shopkeeper Xu thought it would be great to ask Xiaqiu Village to help steam eggs, so he wanted to be lazy even more.
"I'll pick it up tomorrow morning." The manager looked at Shopkeeper Xu with disdain.
"Okay, okay!" Shopkeeper Xu stood up and left with a smile, without asking how much it was.
In theory, there is no need to give this money. The last time the liangzhang took shopkeeper Song and others to Fuhua Building for dinner, he didn't give any money.
However, Fuhualou has to pay for the cooking wine, soup stock and oyster sauce when buying them from Xiaqiu Village.
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At the beginning of summer, some people boil eggs for their families. When the weather is hot, they replenish their eggs. If possible, they will buy meat to eat.
We can't eat light food now. People are short of oil and water, and they need to rely on their bodies to resist when the weather is hot.
"Is this tofu pudding?" Zhu Biao came to Donghua Gate early in the morning to pick up food and saw a large basin that could be used to wash clothes. The stuff in it looked like tofu pudding.
"If you want tofu brain, it will be packed in a bucket. The tofu brain is baked. This egg custard is steamed. You can't steam it in a bucket."
The director pointed to a pot with a lid and said, "There are also buckets containing brine."
The basket next to it contains small twists as big as a thumb, and they are soft, plus the sweet and sour pickles and cucumbers made last night and the freshly made scallion oil Qianzhang shreds this morning and other side dishes.
"Zhu Lichang, why..." Zhu Biao looked at too many things and wondered.
"I made too much. Everyone in the village eats this today. Shopkeeper Xu from Fuhua Building came yesterday..." The village chief explained the reason.
He was afraid that he would not be able to supply enough, so he asked the village to work together and made more than 200 pots of egg custard and 50 barrels of stewed pork.
Shopkeeper Xu led people to take away half of the egg custard and braised food, but did not take the pickles and staple food, both of which Fuhua Building can make.
Obviously, the leftovers in Xiaqiu Village couldn't be eaten, so they sent a bunch of them to the palace of Qin King Zhu Ping, and everyone in the palace ate them.
Send a bunch to the library, and now naturally I want to send a bunch to the Prince's Mansion.
Zhu Biao looked at the size of the basin and nodded in understanding: "Xiaqiu Village has a profound heritage. Where do you find so many eggs?"
"There are duck eggs and goose eggs, but I sent egg custard to the Prince's Mansion. I was afraid that I wouldn't be used to the taste of goose and duck eggs." The head of the village said that we were also under a lot of pressure.
"Is there any left?" Zhu Biao agreed. He was familiar with eggs and would not eat other custards.
"Yes, there are still twenty pots left! I won't make so many next time." The chief showed a look of distress.
"It's for the ministers. Usually there is no meal in the morning, only one meal at noon. It used to be outside Fengtianmen, but the etiquette was cumbersome and many people didn't want to bother.
Later, we sent them to their respective places to go about their business. Why not add breakfast for them? Some people came over early and didn't eat. "
Zhu Biao thought of a way to help Xiaqiu Village deal with the endless food.
The head of the village immediately agreed and sent the rest over.
So today all the civil and military ministers of the dynasty had the egg custard gifted by His Highness the Crown Prince. There were no twists and no need to eat side dishes.
The braised food is salty, so it's perfect to eat with egg custard.
Wang Guangyang looked at the bowl of egg custard in front of him and said to Hu Weiyong: "His Royal Highness actually gave me a good gift today. It's the beginning of summer!"
He was very satisfied with the breakfast. Not to mention the eggs, the stew contained diced lean meat, diced carrots, diced cucumbers, fungus, qianzhang shreds, diced mushrooms, and added coriander and chopped green onions.
Hu Weiyong glanced at Wang Guangyang and said, "His Royal Highness is indeed considerate of his ministers, which is a blessing for the Ming Dynasty."
In fact, the officials all knew where this thing came from. The Shangyuan County Yamen was the closest. They sent the question books early in the morning and praised Fuhua Tower for sending a large amount of egg custard to the Shangyuan County Nursing Home.
Then someone said that Xiaqiu Village had done too much. The craftsmen’s breakfast had already been prepared and was not needed. The same was true for other hired workers.
I sent a bunch to Prince Qin’s Mansion and a bunch to the Prince’s Mansion, including the library, but there was still some leftover.
That pot could hold more than a hundred bowls, and all the leftovers were given to the palace. Not only the officials, but also the busy eunuchs and maids ate them.
But who dares to point this out directly? Everyone has to praise His Highness the Crown Prince.
"After all, it's food from Xiaqiu Village. Do you still have Lu'er? Leave a bowl for me. I brought a cake to eat when I'm hungry."
Wang Guangyang didn't care who gave it to him. Anyway, the food in Xiaqiu Village was good. He remembered that he still had some noodles.
I didn't eat in the morning, so I took a few bites when I was hungry, and I just brought the braised food.
"Wang Cheng still has more. There's more braised food. I can't finish it. I think I can eat it at noon. It won't get cold if it's left there." Someone outside responded.
Hu Weiyong shouted: "Leave a bowl for me too."
He turned around and found fault: "The braised pork was not done well, it should have been filled with frangipani."
Others were silent and too lazy to pay attention to him, eating egg custard with frangipani in it?
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On the second day of the Beginning of Summer, more big merchants began to give away things, learning from Xiaqiu Village and Fuhua Building.
The people enjoyed the welfare, but the people who sold mutton soup and other soups, including tea, were unhappy.
If everyone else comes out to drink for free, who will spend it?
Fortunately, two days later, a heavy rain fell and the people delivering things stopped. It is expected to be cooler tomorrow.
There were several question books on Zhu Yuanzhang's desk. They were sent from Shandong, saying that it had rained a few days ago so that the people who were watering could take a rest.
He also mentioned that this year’s production should not be reduced by much, at most 50%. This is because some people have few people, land and water, and they are not willing to spend money to find help, thinking that it will rain again.
"It's better not to reduce production! I really can't imagine what would happen if there was a massive drought in one area last year and a severe drought in Shandong this year."
Zhu Yuanzhang was afraid for a while that if the people did not have enough to eat, they would have to look for food everywhere, and many people would starve to death. Robbery and other things were normal.
(End of chapter)
