The Ming Dynasty started with caution

"Master, there are so many goods but no one comes. I can't sell these soybean pastes. I am so worried." How could I know that the row of shops belonged to the Yan family.

Yan Chengjin walked into a grocery store, and there were jars of soybean paste in the backyard.

Not only the grocery store, but also the cloth shop and the rice shop had few people, not to mention other shops.

After returning to the capital, Yan Chengjin went to Zeng's house.

Afterwards, Song Jing carried his bag and took 20 craftsmen to Liangxiang. The craftsmanship of making 叆叇 became more mature.

He went there this time to teach the production technology of 叏叇 to the workers in Liangxiang. Yan Chengjin planned to open the first eyewear store in Daming in Liangxiang.

Song Jing always felt a little ashamed.

During this period, his wife wrote to him and asked him how his studies were going and when he would return home. What was shameful was that he had not read books for a few days.

But even if he could not pass the imperial examination, he would not regret it.

Since meeting Yan Chengjin, he felt more and more that in addition to passing the imperial examination, what he was doing now seemed to be more meaningful, and he had repeatedly received bonuses from the court and high praise from His Majesty.

…

Yingkesong Restaurant,

Two days later, Yan Chengjin had been staying in the back kitchen of the restaurant, boiling a pot of oil in front of him, and saw the imperial chef Huang Baoshan adding a lot of seasonings to it.

Zhu Houzhao slipped out of the palace and heard that Yan Chengjin was not at home, so he ran here.

“This taste is not right, it’s still a little bit short.”

Huang Baoshan had a dark face, this was the eleventh time.

Every time he thought it was good enough, Yan Chengjin always told him that it was still a little bit short.

“What kind of soup does Lord Yan want?” Huang Baoshan asked with a frown.

“I want to make soy sauce.”

“Isn’t this soy sauce?”

Yan Chengjin shook his head: “Not this soy sauce.”

“Which other soy sauce?” Huang Baoshan was anxious.

Soy sauce has existed for a long time, but it is far inferior to that of later generations. The Ming Dynasty was short of supplies, so Huang Baoshan might think it tasted good.

But Yan Chengjin took a bite and couldn't put it in his mouth.

It smelled good, but the taste was wrong.

"Try adding some sesame oil and sugar."

Huang Baoshan poured the sugar and sesame oil. At this time, a fragrance came. Before Yan Chengjin could say anything, he tasted it first and was stunned.

The taste was much better than before.

Yan Chengjin tasted it. Although it tasted much better, it was still far from that of later generations. The soy sauce of later generations tasted good even with rice.

The current seasonings and craftsmanship are probably at this level.

"It's done." Yan Chengjin said: "Order people to send these soy sauces to Liangxiang County. Please keep this recipe secret, Mr. Huang."

Zhu Houzhao smiled and said: "Lao Gao, let's send him to the Kingdom of Sindhu?"

Huang Baoshan was 42 years old and almost wet his pants.

"Your Highness, don't scare me."

In order to shut Zhu Houzhao up, Huang Baoshan quickly made him a delicious Buddha jump over the wall. Zhu Houzhao licked the plate clean, and the flies could split their legs when they flew over it.

Zhu Houzhao enjoyed eating delicacies from the mountains and the sea every day by threatening Huang Baoshan.

Yan Chengjin went to Liangxiang.

Liangxiang was getting more and more deserted. The remaining foreign shops that could not survive were sold one after another, and only the shops of the local gentry were held on.

Workshops were built one after another, and wages were paid immediately after a day's work. The refugees worked very hard.

In the evening, smoke was floating in the straw huts of every household, and the refugees had not heard the sound of rice in the pot for a long time.

At first, they complained about the court for driving them to Liangxiang, but now they are grateful.

They can earn five cents a day, and if they find a better job, it is not a problem to earn seven cents.

Even women can go to the duck feather farm to wash duck feathers. As long as they are willing to work hard, they can get paid.

The refugees are grateful to the owner of the workshop, but they don’t know who the owner is.

But some refugees who know the general situation are also worried about Liangxiang.

If the owner’s business can’t be done, the workshop will not last long, and then there will be no livelihood.

Wang Bushui said with a depressed face: "Master, I heard that our Liangxiang has changed the tax system, from taking one in thirty to collecting silver."

"What's wrong with that?"

Wang Bushui stamped his feet: "This is a loss!"

It turns out that you can just pay anything and get rid of it.

Even those who sell jewelry can pass it off as real, and give two steamed buns as jewelry to pay taxes, and they can also fool them. Now they have to pay silver, isn’t it a loss?

"Don’t mention it in front of this young master in the future." Yan Chengjin didn’t want to communicate with the soul that had not sublimated.

Wang Bushui said aggrievedly: "Master, we have to make money when we open a workshop, otherwise where will we get the money to pay the workers..."

The workshop has been open for half a month, and a lot of goods have been stockpiled. People from all over the country heard that this is a gathering place for refugees, so they dare not come.

Even the local gentry dare not go out shopping, let alone the capital.

The capital is more prosperous than here, and the gentry's brains are stuck on the donkey's ass, so they come here to purchase.

With only money paid out but no money coming in, it is almost impossible to pay the workers.

"Is the portrait of Huang Baoshan finished?" Yan Chengjin asked.

Wang Bushui's eyes lit up: "It's finished, Master, do you want to sell Lao Gandie?"

"Find a few strong refugees to be peddlers and sell them in the capital."

Wang Bushui happily went to do it.

Lao Gandie was made by the imperial chef Huang Baoshan using the secret sauce from the grocery store. The minced meat sauce tastes great, but I don't know why the master insisted on finding a painter to spend money on the portrait before he was willing to sell it.

...

Two hours later, in the capital,

The salesmen carried jars of Lao Gan Daddy and hawked them on the streets of the capital.

The Yingke Song Restaurant in the capital was also selling Lao Ganba, which was stamped with the word "imperial". The gentry knew at a glance that it was made by Huang Baoshan, and they immediately wanted to try it.

In the evening, Kunning Palace,

Emperor Hongzhi came to have dinner with Empress Zhang, and Zhu Houzhao was also there. A kind father and a filial son, Zhu Houzhao was not picky about food and ate happily, eating whatever he caught. On the contrary, Emperor Hongzhi had no appetite.

"Your Majesty, would you like a can of Lao Gan Daddy?" Xiao Jing asked with concern.

"Old godfather, what is this?"

"It's made by the Yingke Pine Restaurant outside the palace. My servants have tasted it and it's very delicious." Xiao Jing served it as ordered. The factory guards naturally know about things outside the palace.

When he saw a picture on the lid of the jar, Emperor Hongzhi's old face moved slightly: "Isn't this Huang Yuchu?"

Zhu Houzhao took a closer look and saw that it was really Huang Baoshan's dog head...

Huang Baoshan's smiling image, affable and amiable, looks extremely unbeatable.

When he wanted to call Huang Baoshan his godfather, Emperor Hongzhi murmured in his heart, why did he choose such a weird name?

Looking at His Majesty's face, Xiao Jing knew what he was thinking, and said hurriedly: "Although the name is not good, the taste is excellent. Your Majesty will know after you taste it."

Emperor Hongzhi tasted it and frowned slightly. The taste was very layered, salty, a little sweet, and had an indescribable aroma. He took a mouthful of white rice and it was extremely appetizing.

"Well, it's quite delicious."

Zhu Houzhao took some and was stunned when he tasted it. Isn't this the taste of the recipe that Lao Gao sent to Liangxiang?

"This is not made by Huang Yuchu, it is clearly made by the refugees from Liangxiang."

Xiao Jing was so frightened. How dare something made by a refugee enter His Majesty's holy mouth.

"Your Highness, please don't talk nonsense..."

Emperor Hongzhi darkened his face.

Zhu Houzhao said as if nothing had happened: "When Lao Gao asked Huang Baoshan to make this sauce that day, I was there. Lao Gao must have put Huang Baoshan's face on it and sold it as dog meat!"