Great Song

"Anping, send someone to keep an eye on the pot of meat, bring it up when it's cooked, and prepare a few more dishes, a pot of silver light, with iced fish." As soon as he entered the room, Han Miao ordered the servants to set up a banquet.

Yinguang is a famous wine in Xiangzhou. It is sweet and delicious, and it is most suitable for iced drinking. If you want to come to this sweet trail, you can also drink it smoothly.After speaking, he took Zhen Qiong's hand and let her into the seat beside him.

"Han Guanren..." Confused by this posture, Zhen Qiong withdrew her hand as soon as her butt touched the seat.

However, before he finished speaking, Han Miao laughed and said, "Since the Taoist priest lives in the Han family, why should he be so polite? If you don't mind it, you can call me as a brother or call me Jingsheng."

Why do they have to be called brothers in a blink of an eye?Zhen Qiong has never been so intimate with the master who paid the money, and she became even more nervous. After a long time of "uh", she finally spit out the words: "Han, brother Han, what do you want to say to me?"

Talk as long as you talk, he is not used to teasing and teasing.How is it proper for two men to be so intimate?He is not good at masculinity, he didn't like so many brothers in the audience back then!

Han Miao couldn't guess what he was thinking, and smiled more affectionately: "These days I am busy with common affairs, but I forgot to get close to my virtuous brother. I got this candy today, and Brother Yu is so overjoyed that I can't hold back some words Stop, I'm going to take the liberty of asking a question."

So excited to give some candy, he loves candy so much?Zhen Qiong coughed cautiously: "It really doesn't take much effort, it's just a can of white sugar. I also saw a lot of brown sugar in the room, so I thought about making some..."

White sugar?Han Miao raised his eyebrows. People in the world only called caramel sugar "white sugar", but what was called brown sugar was the icing sugar he sent over?Not to mention the weird title, the word "no effort" made Han Miao's heart skip a beat. No wonder the servant he sent didn't even report such a big matter to him.It seems that the recipe for refining sugar is really simple, and it is impossible for people to think that it is refining sugar.

With a slight smile, Han Miao stopped covering and said directly: "My dear brother thinks it is simple, but I have never received such a gift. This white sugar tastes clear and crystal clear, and it is really attractive. Brother Yu also has a business in his family, which specializes in I am engaged in the business of vinegar and salt seasoning, and I am really interested in this recipe for sugar production, I wonder if my virtuous brother can part with it?"

It turned out to be for white sugar.Zhen Qiong immediately let go of her heart.Well, I should have said it earlier, he was going to be delusional for being so affectionate.Clearing her throat, Zhen Qiong forced a smile: "This is very simple, it's just a matter of getting rid of the color. And now I only have brown sugar at hand. If I use sucrose juice, I'm afraid it will be faster."

In Han Miao's eyes, well, he was too surprised but indifferent.Since paying attention to this new sugar, he has also found many ways to make sugar.Nowadays, most of the sugar households use the drying method. They start to boil the sugar from the day when the cane comes out in October, and pour the thick juice that has been boiled to nine maturity into the urn, then insert bamboo shoots, and place it until after the Spring Festival. It can be icing, and the icing will be ready in May.The amount of sugar produced and the color of the product all depend on the weather and luck, and the time is as long as half a year.Even if you want to make scattered sugar, it will take at least fifteen days.

On the other hand, Zhen Qiong, who only moved to Han Mansion for six or seven days, can give him such a big pot, so he just did it casually.This is no longer "faster".

Seeing that Han Miao didn't answer, Zhen Qiong thought for a while, and added: "I can still make rock candy, but it will take some time. The rock sugar I made this time is used for stewing meat, and I will make some for Brother Han next time. "

crystal sugar?Is it as sweet and white as the new sugar?Unable to guess Bingtang's appearance, Han Miao laughed: "Such a method, others really don't know?"

Zhen Qiong blinked: "How do I know if other people know?"

"..." Dizzy from the tongue-twisting command, Han Miao regained his composure, "I mean, don't your master and brothers know this method?"

If he knew that he was stealing candy, wouldn't the cheap master break his leg?Zhen Qiong shook her head firmly: "Of course I don't know."

Heaving a sigh of relief in his heart, Han Miao showed a smile: "Then please don't spread this recipe. As long as this recipe for making new sugar can be used exclusively for my family, I would like to share the profit from the sale as a thank you." .”

"Sharing? How much?" Zhen Qiong asked curiously.

"It depends on the sales of the new sugar. But I dare to guarantee that in the first two years, it will be no less than a thousand." Han Miao threw out the bait somewhat reservedly.

That's right, just this one prescription can make people worry-free for the rest of their lives!As far as food is concerned, the word "fast" is the most important word. Not to mention the taste of this new sugar, the speed of making sugar is several times faster than before.Falling into his own hands, Han Miao was fully confident that he would start a new business, open the capital market within a year, and then open up sugarcane gardens in Fujian, expand the scale, and even sell sugar to Liao and Xia.Within five years, this industry will be able to rival tea and salt and become another hugely profitable business.And sugar, is unquestionable.As long as the government is not nationalized for a day, he can be a sugar tycoon for a day.If it can be done, the industry of Xihan will probably be several times larger than that of Dazong.

And as their own business grows, the profit will increase.If the business lasts for a long time, no one will be able to break through the secret method of "decolorization". After decades, even Zhen Qiong may have a huge net worth.Thinking about it, no one can give a more generous reward than this, right?

Han Miao has such self-confidence and courage.And from his point of view, Zhen Qiong is not a greedy person.Food, drink, and alchemy are covered by the Han family, and this money is purely a bonus, which can be spent by others.As long as you can settle this account, you will naturally know that this deal is worthwhile...

However, after speaking with confidence, what Han Miao saw on the face of the Taoist leader was, uh, an expression that was not easy to describe.It seems to be frightened and anxious, and it seems to be angry and ashamed.A small face was so emotionally complicated that it almost wrinkled into a ball.

Han Miao: "???"

Is it too much money, or too little money?Or do you think he is too philistine and insult his heart of Taoism?

Couldn't help swallowing his saliva, Han Miao made his smile more cordial: "Of course, my brother's food and clothing are still provided by the Han family. If you want to make alchemy, just open your mouth for the stove and medicine. These Sharing profit is just money, don't worry about it."

It's over!It's over!After hearing these words, Zhen Qiong's scalp was about to explode.How can a piece of white sugar decolorize be worth so much money?One thousand times a year, he has heard of such a thing, isn't it the legendary "nurture"? !

At the beginning, there was a brother in the Good Fortune Temple in the neighboring county, who was taken by a young prince and raised at home.Food and lodging are included and pocket money is provided, experiments are done casually, all projects are approved, and the bed is warmed up occasionally.This story was so widely spread that his senior brothers turned their eyes green with envy. To put it bluntly, such a person, regardless of male or female appearance, even if he is fat like a pig, he would still nod his head in agreement!

And now, such a young and handsome man who still looks very rich wants to keep him!

Zhen Qiong was terribly flustered, how could he have any experience!It turned out that this official Han didn't want to repay his kindness at all, but wanted to support his benefactor!Let him go down because of his handsome appearance, right?Thinking about his previous life... Well, no one ever said that to him in his last life, let alone the patron, not even his seniors had any fantasies about him.It's not like he didn't think about it, what if someone falls from the sky and wants to support him and give him funding?But thinking about it, can it be the same if we really meet? !Besides, although he is handsome now, he is not tall enough. Could it be that Da Song only looks at his face, and his figure is not important?

Mind full of chaos, Zhen Qiong wanted to shake her head.However, I was reluctant.But nod your head, but you can't continue.This is too hasty, at least get along for a few more days before he can make up his mind!But one thousand guan, one thousand guan every year, he can change ten incense burners a year... No, the incense burner is also covered by others.Is this thousand pens used to buy pigs?How much can you buy?A thousand heads?

The other party still didn't answer, so Han Miao couldn't ask any more questions now.It just so happened that the braised pork was ready, along with six or seven dishes, and a jug of fine wine was served on the table.

Han Miao made up his mind and didn't let the servant girl intervene. He raised his chopsticks himself, picked up a piece of oily and red pork, put it in Zhen Qiong's bowl, and said softly: "Don't worry about answering, let's taste the meat first .”

The smell of pork, which she hadn't smelled for a long time, floated to her nose, no matter how confused her mind was, it didn't affect Zhen Qiong's lifting her chopsticks and stuffing the meat into her mouth.Woo~ streaky, seven layers of fat and thin, four fingers full of fat, not much can be cut from a pig.After boiling the water, fry it with sugar and soy sauce, add spices, stew it in a casserole for a long time, and it will taste like this!In the past, he could only have a bite during the Chinese New Year and holidays. He almost dreamed of it!

Although the food in Hanfu is good, most of them are mutton and there is no cumin.What is the difference between the mutton without cumin and the pill furnace without medicine? !It's still braised pork!

In front of the delicious food, Zhen Qiong didn't care about her wild thoughts anymore, and started to eat while holding the bowl.Seeing that he was eating deliciously, as if he had returned to his previous appearance, Han Miao also heaved a sigh of relief, and raised his hand to pick up a piece of pork.As a big businessman who talks to people and talks nonsense, Han Miao's superficial skills are impeccable. For business, let alone pork, even if he eats pig brains, he will not blink.But when the meat was delivered to his mouth, he blinked, not just once.This meat doesn't taste bad.

The sauce is full of fragrance and the oil is mellow.The fat meat is soft and rotten, and it melts in the mouth, while the lean meat is slightly elastic and chewy.A small piece, just one bite, people who eat it will salivate, and there will be a strong embalm.By the way, Zhen Qiong said that the meat is made of rock sugar.Who would have thought that just a little sugar can make cheap meat so delicious!

Even if Han Miao was so determined, he couldn't help but ate another piece. Then he put down his chopsticks, raised the jug, and said with a smile, "This is Xiangzhou's fine wine, known as Yinguang. It is the most refreshing and sweet, and can relieve greasy."

As he spoke, he filled a cup himself and handed it to Zhen Qiong.

That hand was slender and powerful, with well-defined joints, and the skin on it was firm and fair, without any marks visible to the naked eye. It was completely different from the hands of Taoists who often handled pills.

Accidentally watching too intently, when she realized it, Zhen Qiong was so frightened that she dropped her chopsticks, took the wine cup with both hands, and poured it into her mouth with a splash.However, the meat just stuffed in hadn't finished chewing, and the wine immediately choked on it.Zhen Qiong arched her waist, covered her mouth, and coughed earth-shatteringly.

Unexpectedly, he could choke on a glass of wine in this trail, so Han Miao hurriedly stretched out his hand, patted him on the back, and persuaded him, "Don't hold back, just cough it up. Come here, get a towel and tea."

That hand patted on the back, the summer shirt was too thin, and even the temperature of the palm could be felt.Zhen Qiong's face turned red from "rubbing", and she twisted and hid while shaking her head: "Ahem, cough, I, I'm fine..."

After only drinking a glass of wine, even the tips of his ears turned red. I didn't expect this Taoist leader to be so shallow.The momentary embarrassment just now disappeared at this moment. Seeing how hard he was struggling, Han Miao put down his hand a little amusingly, took the towel and handed it up: "No rush, just take your time."

Whether it's eating or returning this new sugar, you can take it slowly.Just now I heard Zhen Qiong talk about toothpaste, toilet water and rock sugar, but I don't know what they are.This unconventional Taoist priest is also somewhat witty and eccentric, and it is worth spending more time getting close to him.

After finally coughing out the stuff in her throat, Zhen Qiong glanced at the other party with tears in her eyes, as if she was stabbed by that smile, she quickly lowered her head.

OK, OK.Let's look around first...

The author has something to say: Daoist Zhen: A thousand pigs! ! !

Han Miao: ...

Regarding prices, some people have researched that the consistent money in the Song Dynasty was roughly equal to the current 300 yuan. To be more specific, the prime minister's salary was only 30 yuan per month (excluding other salaries).Therefore, sharing a profit of [-] yuan means that the annual salary of the experiment fund is [-] yuan, and there is still room for improvement. Do you know why Qiong Er thinks so wrong =w=