In the years of ancient traders

Early in the morning, Song Shu hid in the stove and quietly poured oil into the small pot.

Most of the sesame oil that Cui Wuniang brought back to him last time was dedicated to fermented bean curd. Song Shu quietly poured sesame oil into the small pot every day in order to live a few more days with oil and water.

"Brother, brother, the eggs are here!"

Liu Niang's voice moved from far to near, Song Shu shook his hand, and the sesame oil bottle was retracted into the space.

Wu Niang also ran in, and the corrupt days of eating eggs every day had completely eroded these little ones, and Song Shu cooked them for them in different ways every day.After going through fried eggs, scrambled eggs, and steamed eggs, they started spreading egg pancakes, bought vegetables from nearby villagers, and made scrambled eggs with mushrooms, scrambled eggs with cucumbers, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes... Even once, Song Shu came from the river While picking up a few pebbles, I made eggs and hit the stones.

The moment the egg liquid hit the hot pebbles, Shichiro screamed excitedly.

Today's egg dish was out of the pot, and several small ones swarmed up. Qilang still couldn't use chopsticks, so he was anxious to grab it, and his mouth and hands were full of oil.

Song Shu shook the small pot of oil. Although it was added every day, it should not be too obvious, and it must be bottomed out after all.Today is the day of the Wanghailou Mantou Tasting Meeting and Brown-Bound Bed Auction. After today, I will finally be able to live a life of open-minded food.

Thinking of the oily life, Song Shu couldn't help showing a smirk.

Three days ago, Yang Jian received an invitation from Wanghai Tower. He didn't want to attend at first, but the word "auction" attracted him.The steward of Wanghailou said that this is the trading method thought up by the inventor of the steamed bun, Song Silang, and it is very novel.

Oh baby?

Yang Jian was born in the Yang family in Fengqing, the history of the family was longer than that of the Jia dynasty, there were eighteen prime ministers, seven queens, and countless literati.What kind of treasure is it that no one from the Yang family has ever seen?Yang Jian wanted to go and have a look.

Yang Jian lived in the outskirts of the city, and when he arrived in a carriage, the Wanghai Tower was already full of people.In the tea shed downstairs, grooms from various families gathered to gamble, and it was very lively.

"Mr. Yang is here, so radiant!" Master Fu greeted him personally.He is fifty-seven this year, and he seldom manages things. Today, Yang Jian came in person, even if he is not qualified enough, let alone let Fu Wen do it for him.

"Master Fu is polite." Yang Jian nodded slightly, and stepped into the door first.

"Is Song Silang here?" He followed Mr. Fu up to the second floor, and a few wealthy households from the county came up to say hello, and he asked while socializing.

"Come here, I'll prepare later." Speaking of Song Shu, Master Fu also smiled.

After Fu Wen discussed the price of steamed buns with him earlier, although Master Fu nodded, he still felt that it was a bit more expensive, and they wouldn't be so passive if it wasn't for Liu Fei.And when he saw the sample sent by Song Shu, the little bump was smoothed away.Sure enough, the more expensive the better, the whole day, Mr. Fu talked about it to everyone.

Later, when they were preparing for the tasting meeting, Song Shu also came up with a lot of ideas, all of which were novel ideas that he had never heard of before.

The tasting was organized like a cocktail party in later generations. Guests can walk around freely in the venue, and all meals are self-service.The hall on the second floor is arranged like a garden, with a stream meandering through the middle, and the food is packed in containers made of gold and jade, dotted among the flowers and trees.

The steamed buns have not been served yet, and what is currently being provided is still the ordinary snacks of Wanghailou.

It was also the first time for Yang Jian to see such a novel way of dining. If the old men in Beijing saw it, they would definitely shout that it was inappropriate.But most of the people present were landlords and merchants in Datu County. They were not as particular about scholars, and they all praised the exquisite design of Wanghai Building.

Master Fu was overjoyed by the praise, and felt that the business with Song Shu this time was not in vain.

"What's so magical about this steamed bun? I don't think it's just a common food for farmers."

"I heard that there is not even stuffing in it. My daughter sent someone to secretly buy one in the street. When I saw it, I threw it away immediately."

"Although it's something from a farmer's household, it must be something unusual for Wanghailou to see."

"I heard that Mr. Wanghailou's brother-in-law offended the farmer, and Wanghailou is apologizing."

"Fart, what is the status of the Fu family, so they need to make such a big fuss to apologize to the farmers?"

The voices of these discussions were very light, obviously considering the people of the Fu family present, but Master Fu still heard a lot.He had seen a lot, so he was not angry, but his youngest son muttered a few words in a low voice.

"The steamed buns are here." The shopkeeper's loud voice sounded, and more than a dozen neatly dressed shopkeepers each held a large steamer in their hands, raised it above their heads, and filed in.

The steamer was covered with gold and silver plate covers, which were made by Wanghailou after listening to Song Shu's suggestion.

In fact, Song Shu, who had eaten the western food of later generations, felt that it was a bit nondescript, but Mr. Fu insisted on keeping it. He liked the scene of the steam rising when the lid was lifted.

Ten guys took their positions, holding the big steamer firmly with their left hands and standing beside them, and holding the handle of the plate cover with their right hands. With a "wow", ten lids were opened at the same time, and white steam came out vigorously, and the visitors rushed to the nearest steamer.

"Everyone, this is the new product of our Wanghai Building—Jiyu Mantang."

Master Fu said, but no one was listening. After the steam dissipated, low cries quickly spread among the crowd.Some people have eaten the steamed buns sold by the people of Xianghe Village, but the color of those steamed buns is incomparable to what they see today.

I saw the white steamed buns glowing brightly, obviously made of high-quality white flour, and the green steamed buns were even more magical, the light green skin was also shiny, like high-quality emeralds.

"How is this green color made?" someone asked.

Master Fu smiled without saying a word.Of course he knew it, and he was so amazed when he saw the green steamed bun for the first time, but the method Song Shu said was extremely simple.

"Mash the spinach and add its juice to the noodles."

Such a simple method, but no one thought about it, how did this young boy come up with so many strange ideas?Master Fu couldn't see through him more and more.

"The white steamed buns are like white jade, and the green ones are like emeralds. It's full of emeralds. It's a good name." Someone has already picked up a green steamed bun. "The shape is also different from the ones sold outside."

"It's softer." Another person added that he had already taken a white steamed bun and opened it for a closer look.

"Master Zhang is very careful. I call this steamed bun a knife-cut steamed bun." At this time, Song Shu came out from behind.Among today's visitors, Zhang Fuhu was the first acquaintance with their family. During the famine, if he hadn't borrowed food, their family would have died long ago.

"Oh, Song Silang is very thoughtful!" Fuhu Zhang raised his thumb.He knew the original situation of the Song family best. Since Song Silang came back, not only did he quickly repay the food owed to him, but he also created all kinds of new things, and finally even started business with Wanghailou.

amazing.

Song Shu accepted the compliment calmly. He has heard similar words these days. He was embarrassed at first, after all, it was not original by himself.

At this time, many people tried the Cuiyu steamed buns one after another, and Zhang Fuhu even taught the stubborn old man who forbade his daughter to buy steamed buns how to eat steamed buns better.

"...First break off a bite-sized amount like this, and then put a small piece of bacon..."

Today, Wanghailou prepared a lot of side dishes that can be eaten with steamed buns. Under the leadership of Zhang Fuhu, the old stubborn people who were unwilling to accept the food from the farmers followed suit one after another.

"good to eat."

"Song Silang is not easy."

"Didn't you just say that a farmer is nothing special?"

"Hey, don't say it, don't say it, it's amazing, it's really amazing."

"I heard that the hibiscus yeast from overseas is used in this stuff, which is a strange thing."

"No, we all call it Fusang Mantou."

"There are also called Xianghe Mantou."

"Anything is fine, as long as it tastes good."

Yang Jian pouted, is it that delicious?

He was a little full after eating the second steamed bun, and he didn't bother to greet those old men, but there was still some time left in the auction, so he was a little bored.He looked around and met Song Shu's gaze.

After the steamed buns came up, Song Shu was surrounded by several wealthy households. Someone asked about the yeast, and someone asked how the green steamed buns were made. These were all commercial secrets, and it took him a lot of socializing to get out of it.

He hid behind a pillar and wanted to rest for a while before going out, but he didn't want to meet Yang Jian's gaze.This man, Mr. Fu, had mentioned to him that he was born into a wealthy family but wanted to do business. He heard that he was very good at it, and more than [-]% of the food in the county would go through his hands.

Song Shu didn't want to chat with him, but nodded politely, but Yang Jian stepped over, bent slightly and made a bow.Song Shu quickly returned the gift.

"I heard that Song Silang is going to auction off a treasure today. I wonder what it is?" Although Yang Jian spoke modestly, he couldn't conceal the aloofness of the children of the aristocratic family in his bones.

Many people have asked this question, some are curious about the auction, and some are curious about the baby.

Under the attack of self-cooking hot pot that day, Song Anan finally agreed to go for a walk in the mountains with him, and bring him back to the brown-tied bed he "hidden" there.Then I asked a carpenter to build a bed frame, and covered it with pillows and bedding provided by Fu's family.Once Mr. Fu Xiaolang lay on the bed, he didn't want to get down. He couldn't believe that such a comfortable bed existed in the world, so he wanted to buy it no matter what, and even made an offer.

That price is not low, a full [-] yuan can buy a good horse.

However, Song Shu shook his head resolutely, and Mr. Fu Xiaolang was very sad for this for a long time.

"Since it's a treasure, it must be a good thing. Mr. Yang will like it."

It's as if he didn't say this, Yang Jian hit a big nail, but what good things hasn't he seen?Even though he was extremely curious in his heart, his face was still as calm as water.

About half an hour later, the lot was brought up, and the rich and squires from various Datu counties, like children of seven or eight years old, swarmed up and looked outside the crowd lined up by the Wanghailou staff.

"what is this?"

"It's kind of like a beard bed."

"It's made of ordinary wood, and the style is too simple."

"The shape seems to be different from the Hu bed."

Song Shu's bed frame was modeled after IKEA, which was a little unattractive in front of this group of local tyrants who were used to handmade luxury goods. He didn't intend to rely on this to attract people.

"Does anyone want to try lying on it?" Song Shu finally spoke up. Through the incident of the emerald jade steamed buns, the people present did not dare to underestimate him, but the bed doesn't look too unusual, and some people were not interested.

"I'll do it." In the end, it was Zhang Fuhu who saved face, and immediately walked through the human wall surrounded by the guys and sat down on the brown bed.

The expected hard feeling didn't happen, as if his buttocks were sitting on the haystack, but the haystack didn't sink, and would bounce up to support his fat body.Zhang Fuhu sat up hard for a couple of times, but he was lifted up by the bed.

People at this time did not have a very specific concept of elasticity, and there were few elastic things in their lives, but they knew that this thing was good after personal experiments.Fuhu Zhang took off his shoes and lay down in front of everyone.

Mmm... so comfortable.

The lower back is fully supported, neither cramp nor sinking, sleeping on it seems like the back is not sore, the legs are not painful, just like the embrace of a childhood mother.Zhang Fuhu turned over and didn't want to get down.

"What do you feel?"

"OK?"

"Why did you sleep? Master Zhang, you should say something."

The others also saw him sitting on it and playing the flicks, and they were a little aware of the difference in the bed. At this moment, Rich Zhang closed his eyes regardless, with a look of enjoyment on his face, which made everyone scratch their ears. Tighten your heart.

"I'll try."

"I'll try too!"

The guy's human wall was completely ineffective, and these rich and squires who were normally aloof and aloof swarmed up, queuing up to bed one by one, and groaning comfortably.

Yang Jian was the last one to go up, and before going up, he asked the servant to rearrange the bed before Shi Shiran lay down on it.These idiots are really ignorant, but the bed should be a little softer and higher, and two more layers of mattresses on the mat will do, it will be useful... um... this feels really good.

Young Master Yang also groaned comfortably.

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