Oolong is catching butterflies in the bushes, and the beavers are trying their best to build houses.
Liang Qu stood by the pond and looked at the beaver, thinking of the fat catfish that could not move.
The two water beasts he first controlled were also the most critical step in helping him escape from labor.
From the time he took control of the first water beast, it was destined that he would no longer have to drive a boat to fish every day.
Being able to control water beasts is actually where Zeding gave him the greatest help.
To some extent, it is even more important than integrating Zeling.
Everyone is fairly allocated 24 hours a day. If you have to work extra hard to match others, it is equivalent to overdrawing other opportunity costs to barely achieve the status quo, and also prepaying for the possibility of continued progress - because there is insufficient time and energy left. .
When we exhaustively invest in a new round of resource competition with insufficient time and energy, the disadvantage will be aggravated.
Your skill is not your ability, my clumsiness is not my wish.
Many people cannot make progress in their lives, not because their talents have come to an end, but because the disadvantages of their own situation have accumulated to an irreparable level.
One step first, step by step, one step after, step after step.
When he came back from Fengbu County that day, there were four martial arts masters in Hebo who wanted to join him.
Even though Liang Qu couldn't remember their names now, he roughly understood the four people's intentions.
It is precisely through the establishment of personal connections that I want to make up for my own disadvantages.
There are too many such people.
Some people succeed and some people fail.
Liang Qu was lucky enough to open up another passage, making it easier and more comfortable to walk.
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On the boat.
The window is wide open, and the air-conditioning is gurgling from the seven or eight ice platforms, which retreats from the heat wave on the river.
On the nanmu table, the boiling red oil was wafting with steam. Everyone was using chopsticks non-stop, and their faces were all red from the spicy food.
Today is June 30th, the day for a small meeting.
Liang Qu was familiar with it once and twice, and boldly let everyone try his hot pot, and still all kinds of flavors came together.
After everyone discussed the harvest in June and summed up their experiences, they tasted such a novel "stew" for the first time and ate it with enthusiasm.
Ke Wenbin shouted: "I unilaterally announced that from now on, hot pot will be included in every monthly gathering. Who is in favor and who is against?"
"I vote in favor!" Xiang Fangsu took a sip of ice-cold sour plum soup and exhaled, "Enjoyed. Did Ah Shui come up with this 'hot pot' recipe alone?"
"If Brother Xiang hasn't tasted the same thing elsewhere, he should be." Liang Qu said with a smile.
Ran Zhongshi clicked his tongue and marveled: "Brother Liang caught two ghost mothers in the past two days, but it was not as big as the novelty that this pot of soup gave me today. I ate it happily!"
"Speaking of this, I am really envious. Xiang Fangsu and I searched for so long in Daze that day, but we only found a small stronghold of the Ghost Mother Cult. I never thought that Brother Liang would come across two on the road, and we lost one. great merit."
"It's not something to envy. Being ambushed is much more dangerous than ambushing others."
Ke Wenbin laughed loudly: "That's true, I prefer to ambush others than to be ambushed."
Xu Yuelong picked up a piece of fish fillet and tasted it carefully, analyzing the aniseed flavor inside one by one.
"I can taste a lot of spices, including Angelica dahuricae, licorice... What about the mushroom soup base? Did you add tonics to it? Wolfberry, red dates, Codonopsis pilosula..."
Liang Qu gave a thumbs up.
"Brother Yue Long is amazing! He has a sharp eye!"
Warriors have a much better sense of taste than ordinary people, and there are no children from aristocratic families present who have not cultivated it since childhood.
Liang Qushang had studied medical skills and pharmacology in a medical clinic, not to mention everyone. It was no problem to go out and open a medical clinic to support himself. He could analyze it after tasting it.
"A pot of soup isn't cheap, is it?"
Ran Zhongshi silently made an estimate. He managed logistics and could not help but estimate the value of something when he saw it.
There are many spices in Dashun, but they are not so cheap that future generations can buy them casually.
Just talking about the butter, ordinary people would not be willing to use such a large piece, let alone use it after one pot.
"Well, just the ingredients for a pot of soup, all of them add up to about one tael or one yuan."
Spices and medicinal materials are not separated, only the usage and processing methods are different. The spices are as expensive as the medicinal materials are.
Liang Qu is willing to make the food himself, so the price will not be cheap.
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If you really have to buy hot pot now, it is actually a "rich people" diet.
It is difficult to open a restaurant in Yixing Town. If you can make money back, you have to open a restaurant in Pingyang County.
Xiang Fangsu looked up from between the pots and bowls: "Have Ah Shui ever thought about selling Zi?"
"I've thought about it, but I just haven't figured out how to sell it, and I don't have time to find someone for the time being."
The hot pot recipe is not something extraordinary, and a warrior with a sensitive tongue can easily identify the general recipe.
I'll try it myself later, and I think I can make something that tastes better.
Mainness trumps novelty.
Dashun is in a period of significant growth. The society is stable, exports are being exported, the variety of spices is increasing sharply, and various kinds of delicacies are constantly appearing.
But for the time being, no one dares to try a "master of spices" like hot pot.
Rather than selling ideas, it’s better to say selling ideas.
"Sell it to me!" Xiang Fangsu put down his chopsticks, "My dad is delicious. He has a special ranch in the north. He can't finish all the beef and mutton every year. There are seven restaurants opened by Li Guang in the imperial capital. How about the recipe? Give it to me, let my dad give it a try later, the business is destined to be good."
Ran Zhongshi and others nodded.
Xiang Fangsu took care of most of the food at the last gathering, precisely because he was the best at eating.
Liang Qu hesitated: "It's okay, but how does Brother Xiang want to buy it?"
"Brothers don't do partnership business, it's easy to have bad feelings. Let's not do a share-sharing arrangement. It won't work out clearly, and we both hate each other. Just tell me the number, and I'll buy the recipe, and I won't talk back. From now on, if you are on your own You can use it if you open a store, but don’t sell it to others.”
Liang Qu thought for a while and tentatively reported a number: "Five hundred taels?"
Xiang Fangsu was stunned, and he also hesitated.
If Liang Qu agrees to his own quotation, business will be booming in the future, and there is no guarantee that he will be unhappy and feel cheated.
There is no problem if the other party bids on his own. We are not young children, we can take responsibility for ourselves, regret it, and avoid any resentment.
only……
Five hundred taels is too low.
Xiang Fangsu didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand to lift it up.
"Then...one thousand taels?"
Xiang Fangsu lifted it up again.
"Forehead……"
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On the dock, Liang Qu rubbed the thick paper banknote in his arms with his fingertips, in disbelief.
Five thousand taels!
He sold a hot pot recipe for five thousand taels!
How profitable is an idea?
The entire Zhongcheng Martial Arts "Lei" seal method is only 3,400 taels, and one hot pot recipe can buy a Zhongcheng Martial Arts which is more than enough!
Liang Qu suspected that he had blazed a new path - the young master of Dashun!
Speaking of which, he also has a recipe for fried chicken. I wonder if Xiang Fangsu will accept it?
With a huge sum of money in his arms, Liang Qu was in a happy mood. After an auction, his pocket was so empty that his whole body totaled only three hundred taels.
Now it is wider again, wider than ever before!
Comfortable!
Liang Qu took the reins from the boy and rode up Chishan to go home.
Pushing the door open and going around the screen wall, there was still candlelight in the west wing.
The old monk is now burning the midnight oil every day and fighting, and even seems to have forgotten the purpose of coming to see the evil monk in the first place.
If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.
Or the avenue is more fascinating!
The horse rope was handed to Fan Xinglai. Liang Qu was about to wash up and go to bed when the door to the west wing suddenly opened.
The old monk crossed the threshold with his rosary beads in his hands and clasped his hands.
"Donor, I have been studying for many days, and I have gained something."
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