Daqin: The poorest prime minister, the first emperor begged me to corrupt

The food cooking skills of Qin Mo's later generations are popular in Guanzhong, and even popular in Kyushu, China.

Firstly, it was because of the soldiers who had followed Qin Mo in the war... not only the Huotou army trained by Qin Mo, but all those who had fought under Qin Mo, after they were disarmed and returned to the fields, they would probably not be used to the food in their hometown, so they began to think about it while cooking.

Secondly, it is the restaurants and restaurants opened by Qin Mo himself in the past few years... If you want to eat authentic food, you have to go to these places, because the chefs of the Huotou army that Ying Zheng recruited from the army are not necessarily as skilled as these The restaurant is authentic!
The key point is that Qin Mo's main purpose of opening these restaurants and restaurants is not to make money, but to popularize better eating methods to the people, so the prices are very close to the people, and the food is not expensive.

For merchants and common people, if they want to talk about business and drink, or have a good meal for the family to improve their lives, these restaurants and guest houses are the first choice!
"Sweets? Let me see!"

The leader of the merchant hesitated for a moment, walked to the wall covered with wooden signs of vegetables, and carefully looked at the prices marked below.

In the pre-Qin era when honey caramel could be a gift from princes, sweetness is a rare taste enjoyment, and it also means expensive!

"Well, let's watch and cook some... This is a reward, and if you like it, there will be another reward."

Seeing that the prices of the dishes were still within the acceptable range, the merchants returned to their high spirits and threw their hands at the waiter as a reward, letting him watch and buy.

"Here."

The waiter got the reward, and happily agreed, and slipped to the back kitchen to order.

After the group of people were seated, the waiter also came out from the back kitchen, served hot tea first, and asked everyone to wait.

Because there are only real guests at their table, the food is served very quickly.

Everyone had just said a few words, before drinking a cup of hot tea, dishes have already been served one after another, such as fish-flavored shredded pork, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, braised pork... and other sweet dishes, each of which is delicious in color, fragrance, It caused everyone to move their index fingers.

When the waiter brought the staple food and foreign wine to the table, everyone was in no mood to discuss business.

For the food, let’s eat first and then talk!

Fusu and others who were resting and drinking tea not far away couldn't help swallowing their saliva when they smelled the fragrance.

Especially the attendants of the Prince's Mansion, who had never tasted Qin Mo's new delicacies, were really salivating at this moment.

Including old Fan Zeng, who was thrown in the Prince's Mansion by Fu Su yesterday, and did not go to the Hou Mansion Academy with him. I couldn't help it, and my eyes kept sneaking glances at the dishes that the people at the table were eating!
"According to their table, set up a table for us."

Fusu seemed to have noticed the covetousness of old Fan Zeng and his followers, so he shouted to another servant in the hall.

"Here."

The boy agreed and hurried to order.

Fusu turned to everyone and said, "I've been busy all morning, I'm really hungry, so let's eat some."

Yingbo had nothing to say, since he was already busy with his work, how dare he refuse to have a drink with the prince.

Old Fan Zeng and his followers bowed to Fusu, but they knew that Fusu wanted to eat for them.

Such a loyal gentleman, the longer he gets along with him, the more admirable he will be!

Later, everyone's food and drink were also served on the table.

Fusu and Yingbo ate yesterday, but they were not in a hurry, tasting the food and drinking it was quite special.

Old Fan Zeng and his followers tasted everything and were full of praise.

Old Fan Zeng was old and his teeth were bad, so he finally decided on the crunchy braised pork, and he ate most of the plate by himself, sighing as he ate: "It's not in vain to be able to have such good food when I'm old~! "

Fusu and Yingbo couldn't help laughing, and said: "Fan Laoduofu!"

After eating the dishes, there were also sweet soups and pastries, which was even more satisfying to the old Fan Zeng, who had a bad mouth. He insisted on sticking out his swollen belly, and ate and drank a lot, making him groan.

"Shopkeeper, your sweet soup and pastries are sold at such a low price, aren't you going to lose money?"

The merchants at the other table who were talking about business, tasted the delicious sweet soup and pastries, but couldn't help but ask the shopkeeper at the counter.

The shopkeeper raised his head from the account book, and replied with a smile: "What did you say, the honorable guest, open the door to do business, and you need to make some money... Even if my sweet soup and pastries are sold cheaply, there must be some money."

The white sucrose that Fusu pulled from the treasury was not given to Qin Mo's restaurant for nothing.

In that case, Mao Jiao, the governor in charge of the national treasury, would not agree.

Instead, it is sold to various restaurants and guest houses at a price slightly higher than that of caramel, and the proceeds will be returned to the state treasury.

"Is there really some money?"

The merchants obviously didn't believe it, and they all showed suspicion: "Your sweet soup, pastries, and those sweet dishes taste very pure. Caramel definitely can't achieve such a sweet taste. It must be cooked with honey..."

"That honey is hard to come by. It can be said that there is no market for it. Your family sells it at such a low price, how can you make money?"

The shopkeeper shook his head hesitantly: "My brother himself said that honey is hard to find, where can I get a lot of honey at home, and add it to the meals?"

All the merchants were even more suspicious when they heard the words: "If it is not cooked with honey, then what is so sweet... Could it be... Could it be the white cane sugar that is abundant in Baiyue?"

It seems that the guests and retainers of Fusu are still very conscientious, and the merchants already know that Baiyue is rich in white cane sugar.

The shopkeeper nodded and said: "But, it is cooked with white cane sugar... Although the white cane sugar is expensive, it is not much more expensive than caramel, so my family still makes money."

The merchants suddenly realized, but then someone asked: "Isn't your family's meal recipes also for sale, this sweet soup and pastries, and those sweet dishes, can you sell recipes?"

The shopkeeper reached out and took out a stack of printed paper recipes from under the counter: "One new recipe, half taels and ten taels, no bargaining."

The leading merchant immediately threw out a golden bean and said, "Give me a few more, and I'll bring them back to my hometown and sell them."

"okay."

The shopkeeper reached out to catch the golden beans and weighed them on a small scale.

Fu Su and old Fan Zeng saw this scene in their eyes and couldn't help but smile at each other.

Qin Mo's method is probably successful!

The merchants got the recipe, and continued to eat, drink and talk about business.

As for Fusu and the others, they had enough rest after eating, but Fusu saw that Fan Zeng was going to burst his stomach, so he had to ask the waiter to clean up the leftover seats and continue to drink tea and rest.

It's not too late to leave when you're full, otherwise old Fan Zeng will really have troubles, and the fun will be great!

After their repeated delays, it was already in the afternoon, and the merchants who were negotiating at the table were still arguing about the price of the goods, and no one would give in.

The wine shop started to get busy, made sweet soups and pastries and placed them at the door, selling them to passing merchants and ordinary people, and some diners came in in groups to sit down.

The waiters kept their feet on the ground, recommending new dishes to diners.

After the diners tasted the new dishes, many of them bought the recipes of the new dishes from the shopkeeper.

Old Fan Zeng was always fond of being quiet, and gradually he couldn't bear the noise in the store, and the feeling of fullness in his stomach also subsided a little, so he said to Fusu: "Gentleman, let's go back home."

Fu Su nodded, got up to help him, and everyone walked out.

Well, it's impossible to pay bills or something, you can only eat free food...

"Shopkeeper, is there a recipe for the sweet soup and pastries outside?"

At this time, an old farmer wearing a straw hat, holding a little girl in his arms, entered the store and asked the shopkeeper.

The little girl in the old farmer's arms was holding a piece of sweet pea yellow to eat, obviously wanting to buy a recipe to take home and let the mother-in-law try to make it for the baby.

After all, it is always too expensive to buy and eat for small households!

The shopkeeper took out a recipe, handed it to the old farmer, and said, "Ten and a half taels, no bargaining."

The old farmer took it with one hand, flipped through it, and saw that there were illustrations that he could understand, so he put it in his arms, and then took out a few half taels from his crotch, and said: "There are only eight coins left. Give you."

The shopkeeper was speechless: "If you say it, you won't bargain."

The old farmer couldn't help but slapped the coins on the counter: "It's alright, alright. In the past, when your family ate meat, you made a lot of money. If you earn two less money today, you won't die."

As he said that, he was already walking out the door.

The shopkeeper leaned out of the counter with half of his body, and spat at the old farmer's back: "You old man, you have to give me a little less money every time you come here, pretend I don't recognize you..."

Fu Su and old Fan Zeng couldn't laugh or cry when they saw it, and they were about to step out, but they saw the old farmer carrying the little girl back and forth again, and asked the shopkeeper, "I heard from the little boy who runs the hall outside that this pastry needs to be filled with sucrose. Cooking...do you have cane sugar for sale at home?"

As soon as this remark came out, many diners in the restaurant who bought the new menu were immediately taken aback.

That's right, I was only focused on buying recipes, but I forgot sucrose. If there is no sucrose, there is a bird feather in the recipe?
Especially those merchants who bought a lot of recipes and planned to bring them back to their hometowns to sell them. After realizing it, they all cursed themselves secretly, and they were not as good as an old farmer.

So, they asked one after another: "Shopkeeper, cane sugar is sold there... There is no sucrose, and I can't sell the recipes when I sell them back..."

"Uh~!"

The shopkeeper blinked, he was really caught by the question.

Like the old farmer, if he buys a half-baked one, his wine shop can sell it, but if the merchants want to sell it back to their hometown, the quantity will be huge, and he doesn't have any.

The shopkeeper looked around, saw that Fusu and the others hadn't left at the door, and immediately raised his hands and said, "Too...a gentleman, how should we deal with this?"

Fusu: "Uh..."

He was also questioned.

What Qin Mo said yesterday was general, and he also thought it was simple.

But it was only when the matter came to an end that it was discovered that there was a way to inflate the price of commercial goods, and it required careful operation.

It involves his knowledge blind spot!
Fusu turned his head to look at old Fan Zeng, only to see that old Fan Zeng was counting ants with his head bowed, obviously he didn't dare to make random ideas.

Yingbu, on the other hand, seemed to have a plan in mind, seeing Fusu turned to look at him, he said: "Buy a recipe, you can buy half a catty of sucrose...the rest of sucrose will not be sold, you use it to cook dishes until you run out. "

There are only a few of Qin Mo's followers, who manage business all day long, and are almost full-time businessmen.

Therefore, in terms of business affairs, Yingbo, who should have been a good seed of a general, is quite familiar with it.

The shopkeeper raised his hand: "Here~!"

The old farmer was the first to step forward, occupying the favorable terrain in front of the counter, and asked, "What's the price of sucrose? First weigh half a catty!"

The shopkeeper looked at him suspiciously: "Aren't you out of money?"

Old farmer: "..."

……

Seeing this scene, Fusu smiled again, and left the restaurant amidst the bickering between the shopkeeper and the old farmer.

But outside the restaurant, there was already a long queue.

All kinds of sweet soups and pastries sold outside attract the common people.

Again, in this pre-Qin era, sweets are really a rare taste enjoyment!

Especially the sweets prepared in different ways in the later generations are much more delicious than simple caramel. When the common people smell the sweet taste, they are so greedy that they can't walk.

The children are even more greedy, and they can't stop streaming...

Seeing this scene, Fusu's heart was completely settled, and everyone mounted their horses and headed for the inner city.

……

After a quarter of an hour, everyone came to the Qin Palace.

Fusu, old Fan Zeng and others were going back to the Prince's Mansion, and Yingbo was about to leave, but before he could say his farewell, Fusu asked, "May I ask Mr. Yingbo, what should we do next?"

Yingbu probably didn't expect that he would be called Mr. one day, and he was still called Mr. by the Prince Daqin. After a long while, he came back to his senses and said, "I don't care about it from now on. The Prince only needs to concentrate on preparing for the auction. That's it."

"Of course, if there is any excess cane sugar, you can properly release some to sell in the West Market before the auction. You don't need too much, just a small amount, which will help drive up the price of cane sugar!"

He raised Su's hand and said, "Thank you, Mr. Yingbo, for your enlightenment."

Ying Bu felt uncomfortable being called by the word 'Sir', his old face was a little red, he hurriedly raised his hand and said: "Your Majesty, there is no need to do this, Bu is ashamed."

Fusu smiled, and then said again: "Mr. Yingbo has experience in presiding over the auction of foreign treasures last time... How about helping me preside over the auction of Baiyue Department Store?"

Yingbu hesitated a little: "As long as the prince agrees, there is nothing wrong with Bu."

The prince he was talking about was, of course, Qin Mo.

The implication is that he is Qin Mo's retainer, and if he wants to help Su with affairs, he needs Qin Mo's nod.

Fusu nodded to express his understanding: "Since that's the case, I'll ask Mr. Qin to borrow someone when I introduce him."

Ying Bu bowed his hands in a very respectful gesture.

……

Later, Secretary Ying bid farewell and left, while Fu Su, Lao Fan Zeng, and a group of followers went to the Prince's Mansion.

Old Fan Zeng urged the horse to go fast, walking parallel with Fusu and lagging behind by a horse's head, lowered his voice and said: "His Royal Highness, I think Na Yingbu is a restless person, it is better not to get close to him."

Fusu was taken aback, but he was a little stunned. He turned his head to look at the followers behind him, and then asked in a low voice, "Why did Mr. Fan say such things about Mr. Nayingbo? Because he was a prisoner? "

Yingbu, also known as tattoo cloth, is tattooed on the face.

And the punishment of facial tattooing is specially aimed at those wicked people whose crimes do not deserve death, which is equivalent to writing the four characters of "he is a bad person" on their faces.

That's quite social death!
It also makes people subconsciously have to be wary of them!
Old Fan Zeng shook his head: "There are too many people in Daqin who have been punished for facial tattooing. Some of them just had a quarrel with someone and injured someone, so they will be punished for facial tattooing."

"Therefore, the penalty of facial tattoo alone is not enough to judge whether a person is good or bad, it can only judge whether he obeys the law or not!"

Fu Su nodded: "Then why does Mr. Fan have a prejudice against Mr. Yingbo? I think he is quite talented..."

Old Fan Zeng raised his hand to interrupt him, saying: "He is indeed talented, and I am not prejudiced against him. I said he is restless, just because of his attitude towards His Highness the Crown Prince."

Fusu was even more puzzled: "He is very respectful to me."

Old Fan Zeng said hesitantly: "It is because he is respectful, even a bit too respectful, that's why I say he is restless."

"He was originally a prisoner, and thanks to Prime Minister Qin's kindness, he is now rich."

"But just now His Highness called him Mr. and gave him some face. He seems to have the heart to cling to His Highness."

"Such people, don't remember old kindness, have no heart of loyalty... Are you peaceful?"

Fusu was dumbfounded, and thought about it carefully, and couldn't help shaking his head at Yingbu's response just now.

He had to admit that old Fan Zeng was old and spicy after all, probably because he had not misread Yingbo's nature!
"Do you want to remind Prime Minister Qin?"

After Fusu pondered for a moment, he suddenly said again.

Old Fan Zeng was noncommittal, but stopped talking.

If he really wanted to say it, of course he didn't remind Qin Mo, because he wanted to see if Qin Mo could handle such a guest.

If one day, he could see Qin Mo stumble on Yingbo, then...he would feel a lot more balanced.

Well, someone still harbors resentment for being defeated and captured by Qin Mo back then!
But old Fan Zeng didn't speak, Fusu was a gentleman, and Qin Mo, who was half teacher and half friend, had hidden such a restless bomb under his hands.

Therefore, he resolutely stopped the sweaty horse under his crotch, turned the horse's head and headed towards Princess Huayu's mansion.

Old Fan Zeng: "..."

Old Fan Zeng was speechless, and stretched out his hand to pull the rein of his horse, but he stopped abruptly when he stretched his hand halfway.

Then, he also turned the horse's head with his followers, and went to Princess Huayu's mansion with Fusu.

The reason why he is willing to do his best to assist Fusu is because Fusu is a gentleman.

If Fusu didn't remind Qin Mo this time, he might be disappointed instead!
……

A group of people rode their horses to Princess Huayu's mansion, handed the horses over to her husband Sun in the concierge, and went straight into the mansion.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and when Fusu and old Fan Zeng, guided by the visitor, found Qin Mo, he was standing in front of the iron stove with his sleeves rolled up, grilling mutton kebabs.

Yu Ji, Lu Pheasant, Lu Xiaomei, and the two children of Gongsun's family were feasting nearby.

Yuan Man is here too!

sizzle-

Qin Mo sprinkled a handful of cumin on the mutton skewers, and said to the two of them, "It's just in time, let's eat together."

Old Fan Zeng shook his head again and again, and said: "Thank you, Prime Minister Qin, for your kindness, but this old man is not hungry."

He's not hungry yet.

Besides, he couldn't eat mutton skewers.

Fu Su and Qin Mo were not so polite, took a handful of mutton skewers, and said while rubbing: "President Qin, do you understand the guests of your family?"

Qin Mo looked up at him, nodded and said, "I probably understand."

These words are actually modest, he only has a few real guests, most of them are robes from his former army, how could he not understand?
Moreover, he is not Lu Buwei, he recruits anyone at home!
"That……"

Fusu opened his mouth but closed it again, as if he felt that it was not good to speak ill of people directly, so he pondered for a moment before saying: "My auction is short of some people who really understand business, and I want to borrow some talents from Prime Minister Qin, I don't know How are you doing?"

This is very roundabout, let Qin Mo comment on the behavior of his guests, and he can just mention something.

Old Fan Zeng nodded secretly, Fusu did have scheming plans, but he didn't bother to play those scheming tricks.

Using it at this moment, it turns into spring breeze and rain, without leaving a trace!

Qin Mo got a handful of mutton skewers, grilled them and said, "Actually, they're all pretty good, and they're all good men who have fought side by side with me on the battlefield. You can depend on them with your life!"

"Britain……"

Fusu opened his mouth to speak, but old Fan Zeng took a step forward, blocked him, and reminded: "Did Prime Minister Qin forget someone? Then Yingbu, who went to deliver sugar to the restaurant with His Royal Highness today, Is it also the robe that Qin Xiang used to have?"

But he didn't want Fusu to be that villain, so he took the initiative to stand out.

Qin Mo said hesitantly: "Oh yes, there is also Yingbu...His Royal Highness borrowed someone to pick his character, let's forget about that guy."

Fusu looked stunned, nodded and said: "Since that's the case, I won't pick any more. Prime Minister Qin appoints some people, just lend them to me."

As he said, he turned his head and raised an eyebrow at old Fan Zeng, as if to say: 【Qin Xiang himself knows Na Yingbo's temperament, but we are too careless! 】

Old Fan Zeng stroked his beard angrily, saying that he couldn't help but speak.

He really couldn't understand Qin Mo. It was understandable to be talented at a young age, but the ability to see people's hearts was determined by life experience.

That's something you can't learn!
"Isn't Prime Minister Qin implying that Na Yingbu has a bad character?" Old Fan Zeng couldn't help asking, aroused by his desire to win.

Qin Mo smacked his lips, looked up at him, and choked out a sentence for a while: "You always said that, but I didn't say it!"

Old Fan Zeng: "..."

What's the meaning?
Why do you still bring a pot!
……

……

Yingbo's duplicitous tactics are famous in history, how could Qin Mo not know about it.

Xiang Yu granted him the throne, but failed to win him over. Liu Ji gave him glory and wealth, but also failed to win him over.

Rebelling against Xiang Yu first, and then Liu Ji, you can be called a rebel boy!

But Yingbo's ability is beyond doubt. Under Xiang Yu's tent, he is as famous as Long Qi, and under Liu Bang's tent, he is as famous as Han Xin.

Therefore, Qin Mo doesn't mind him being a business manager under him!
Moreover, in the end, Fusu wanted to help Yingbu, and the reason was very simple. He really had experience in hosting auctions.

When other people came, Fusu was worried, so he could only ask Yingbu by name...

The dozens of carts of sucrose he sent to the restaurant and guest house were quickly consumed, and the impact was that in the whole of Xianyang and even the whole of Guanzhong, everyone was robbed of their appetite by those sweets.

Eating sweets is probably the same as smoking, and it is easy to become addicted!

And people who are addicted to eating sweets will stop cooking after using up their sucrose reserves in restaurants and restaurants.

Those who bought the recipe and bought half a catty of sucrose with it welcomed some unknown people and bought sucrose from them at a high price.

Some people are willing to sell, after all, it is a fool to have money and not make money.

But some people have already finished eating, so how can there be anything to sell...

And this caused the price of the little sucrose left in the hands of the common people to soar all the way. After changing hands several times, the price of a thousand dollars per catty was all fried out!