After spending half a day, the low-end version of fried noodles was finally developed.
The steamed rice grains are stir-fried, dried and crushed as the base, and then various bean flours are added to supplement protein, and then salt and dried vegetables are added.
Put it in a cloth bag, add a little water and stir evenly before eating.
Fang Jingzhi pinched a handful of the simple version of fried noodles and put it into his mouth to chew carefully.
The taste can't be said to be good, nor can it be said to be bad.
But Fang Jingzhi felt a little bitter in her mouth for no reason.
Speaking of chilling, the cutest people in the past ate similar fried noodles and fought with the devils from the Seventeen Kingdoms who had far more equipment and supplies than themselves, crawling on the ice and lying in the snow, and they managed to forge the iron bones of New China.
A mouthful of fried noodles and a mouthful of snow, how tragic and heroic.
Making fried noodles is not complicated, but compressed biscuits are not easy to make.
Fang Jingzhi tried many times but could not find a suitable way to compress the loose fried noodles together.
Fortunately, Mao Xiang was clever and found cheese and a set of molds from somewhere.
So, after loading and pushing the millstone desperately, Daming's first box of compressed biscuits was finally made.
The moment the compressed biscuits were prepared, Fang Jingzhi had not even tasted them.
That bitch Mao Xiang packed up the compressed biscuits and fried noodles and ran away.
Not surprisingly, he went to announce the good news to Lao Zhu.
Fang Jingzhi was left standing at the door, scolding her for a while.
…
At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he was at the age where a half-grown man would kill me.
In addition, after working all morning, my stomach was already empty, so the small half bowl of fried noodles was just for freshness.
Since coming to Ming Dynasty, Fang Jingzhi has long been no longer the hard-working young man of the 21st century.
Remembering the bitter and remembering the sweet, just think about things like remembering your predecessors.
To eat the same food as his predecessors, he must not deserve it.
After closing the door, Fang Jingzhi strolled to the street and ate a bowl of wontons and two eggs, then wandered back home, ready to catch up on her sleep.
There is definitely something wrong with this guy Mao Xiang.
Last night, I asked this guy to dry the steamed rice. From time to time, this guy would walk around the yard and even go to his window to cough twice.
It was so noisy that Fang Jing couldn't sleep well at night.
Damn it, this bastard definitely did this on purpose.
He had just arrived home, and before he opened the door, he saw Lao Wangtou from next door coming over with a happy face.
"Old Wang, you're back from Zhuangzi!"
"Hey, Master!" Lao Wangtou smiled in agreement and said with a smile: "Master, I have been back for a while. I just came over to see that you are not at home."
"Oh, I just went to eat!" Fang Jingzhi pushed the door open and invited Lao Wang in.
"Master, the veterans at Zhuangzi asked me to thank you. I asked you if they plan to treat you to dinner that day when you go to Zhuangzi. Thank you very much!"
After entering the door, Lao Wang skillfully went into the room to make tea and brought it to Fang Jingzhi, talking about Zhuangzi.
Lao Wang has already reached an agreement with Shen Mao, and this person will be responsible for selling soap in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.
In the past few days, in addition to the high-end soaps still produced here in Dinghuaimen, the veterans at Zhuangzi also made the first batch of lower-end soaps.
Two batches of soap were delivered to Shen Mao at the same time, and the wages were also distributed.
Here at Dinghuai Gate, the wages are still twenty cash per day. Fang Jingzhi, the veteran soldiers at Zhuangzi, will naturally not favor one over the other.
For these veterans, Fang Jingzhi's awe in her heart was the same as that of her revolutionary predecessors.
But it was his lack of favoritism that caused trouble.
"You said they were dissatisfied with the wages because they disliked the lack of wages!" Fang Jingzhi asked with a frown.
He was in awe of these veterans, but that didn't mean they could slap him on the nose.
The salary of twenty cents is no less than the salary of those hard-working young people working in Nanjing City.
I am full of good intentions towards them, but if these people are greedy...
Then he doesn't mind, letting them know what real evil is.
"Master, no, no!" Knowing that the master had misunderstood, Lao Wang hurriedly said: "It's not too little, it's too much!"
"More, too much?" Fang Jingzhi looked at Lao Wang in disbelief.
Is there anyone else who dislikes people with a lot of money?
"Yes, Master, it's too much!" Lao Wang explained: "The old soldiers feel that the work they do is not as hard as the work in the fields, and they feel that twenty coins a day is too much!"
"A few of the leading old soldiers came to the old man and said that as long as the young master doesn't dislike them and allows them to continue working, it only costs fifteen cents for their arms and legs, and ten cents for those with limited mobility!"
Fang Jingzhi suddenly felt a little ashamed. He should not use the dirty thoughts of modern people to speculate on the minds of ancient people.
The ancient people living on the yellow earth were always so simple and kind. As long as they were fed, they would honestly let those in power bully them.
Even if you exploit them, they will thank you in turn.
Why, why do those high-ranking people in power like to treat these kind-hearted people harshly and cruelly from beginning to end?
Fang Jingzhi now only hates that there is no crack in the ground, and uses the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman. This time, she has become a villain for the first time!
He wiped the red corners of his eyes. For some reason, since he came to Daming, he, a scumbag, has become sentimental.
"In this case, let's reduce everyone's wages to fifteen cents!"
"We don't want the five cents. Let's hire a teacher for Zhuangzi to enlighten their children and teach them knowledge."
"Build a big canteen on Zhuangzi. From now on, the workers will be responsible for two meals a day, and meat and vegetables must be provided once every three days. If the money is not enough, Uncle Wang, you can take money from the cabinet to make up for it."
Fang Jing said word for word.
Lao Wang listened attentively, but whenever the young master calls him Uncle Wang, it must mean that the young master also becomes serious.
Hearing that the young master treated these veterans so kindly, the old Wangtou's eyes turned red.
Following such a young master, even if you die now, it's still worth it!
"Young Master, I would like to thank you for your great kindness, Master!" Old Wang said, kowtowing to Fang Jingzhi on behalf of the old soldiers.
Before he could kneel down, he was pulled up by Fang Jingzhi.
"Old Wang, what are you doing? I admire them very much. I just did a trivial thing for them!"
"This young master has always been a kind person!"
"Anyway, the money paid to pay for the meal is all earned by them!"
Well……
Lao Wang suddenly felt that he was a little grateful!
The young master is indeed as good as before, a high-quality entrepreneur!
(I’m crying to death. I’m addicted to playing games. I’ve been playing for a day and not a single drop of saved content has been lost. I’m not going to criticize you. I’m playing Jungle Thief 6. Can a girl with long legs, big skin, fair skin, and good looks guide me? !)
