Villager of Daming

Chapter 200 Jiangnan used to be a good northerner (fourth update)
The expert who Zhu Yuanzhang complained helplessly is helping to prepare meals in the Danqing shop at the moment.

All the construction work, including those outside the city, will be completed. The craftsmen will leave tomorrow. They will have lunch in advance today, and there will be a banquet in the evening.

Three hundred craftsmen left their names and household registrations, all here in Nanjing, and they can be transferred at any time when they need to be used in the future.

They were happy, knowing that from now on, the imperial court would not do jobs arranged far away, only within the scope of Nanjing.

Just like the 200 people who wanted to fight before, it doesn't matter what they usually do, as soon as Xiaqiu Village finds them, they will be in place immediately.

Next, I and others must practice their skills hard, be more literate, be able to do arithmetic, and be able to understand blueprints.

300 people got extra money, [-] Wen per person a day, and Wang Yiqian and others doubled the original [-] Wen.

That's one hundred pennies a day. If you don't have that skill, it will be hot to hold, so you have to learn it.

Thinking like this, they slowly fell asleep, and got up to drink again at night.

Not only did they get their wages, but they also had an extra bed, and they slept directly when they were tired from working at night.

If the quilts are not taken back, they are taken away separately, including pillows, which is also a lot of money!
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"Hanhan, look at that place, yes, scoop it with a spoon, hey! Yes, yes, come to me, pretend, oops! Why are your hands shaking?"

Someone spent three pennies to instruct Zhu Wentian to fill more lard residue. Today, there was lard residue fried cabbage, but it was about to succeed. With a shake of the hand, the lard residue fell off, leaving only cabbage.

This is so simple, I can't afford to hurt my heart!
With a simple and honest smile on Zhu Wentian's face, he enjoyed the process very much, and he was down-to-earth. How could the box lunch seller give you so much lard residue? It's not that I lack money, but the rules can't be like this.

You said that you have no money to eat and are going to starve to death, so it’s okay to treat you to a meal, and then I’ll send you to a nursing home, or find a job for you.

If you spend three pennies to eat boxed lunch, it is three pennies, which is much cheaper than other places.

"Treasurer Zhu, what do you do with each pot of the food you cook?"

Today there is a person who eats a ten-cent box lunch, which is unlimited and casual, but he doesn't eat much.

He came from somewhere else, led the way, then turned around, turned to noon, was hungry, and really didn't want to find another place to eat.

I can't afford to go to the Fuhua Building next to it. It happens to be ten cents here, and the a la carte is also expensive, so forget it.

"Usually, after eating, if you can't eat well, there will be problems within three hours at most. Every pot in our Danqing shop is newly made, and we immediately take a portion and put it in the freezer.

In this way, whoever feels uncomfortable after eating, we can take out a sample and ask someone from the Tai Hospital to check to see if it is a problem with the food.

You must not have the heart to harm others, and you must not have the heart to guard against others.It is difficult to draw bones when drawing dragons and tigers. Knowing people and faces does not know the heart. "

The village chief who turned into the shopkeeper patiently explained to the other party, speaking in a loud voice for others to listen to.

He made things clear just to guard against people, not to say anything for someone's health.

Today is the first day of reopening, I don’t know how many pairs of eyes are staring at it!No loopholes can be left open for exploitation.

In case someone played tricks, complained of a stomachache after eating, or even took some medicine that shouldn't be taken, foamed at the mouth, and died.

Others would bring the corpse over and put it at the door. If they wanted to explain the truth, they would call a group of people to make a fuss, and then smashed and burned the shop.

"So that's it, give me two more of this eggplant box!" The person thought the fried eggplant box was delicious.

Some children used to pick it up, and they spent ten yuan, but the eggplant box contained less meat, and the stuffed pork and radish had more radishes.

The eggplants are dried eggplants harvested before. This kind of fried eggplants tastes better than fresh eggplants.

There are no boxed lunches for three renminbi, but three for five renminbi.

Zhu Xi was also eating next to him, so it was impossible for him to help with the work. He was sitting there surrounded by guards sitting and accompanying him, occupying a table.

He eats the same food, even if the cabbage is fried with lard residue, it tastes just as delicious, and the chefs in Xiaqiu Village will not deliberately make the food unpalatable.

Someone heard what the chief said, hurriedly finished the food on the plate in front of him, got up and left, and guards followed quietly.

Those people are obviously not normal, and they were eating slowly before!
"Shopkeeper Zhu, can I still give you the salted duck eggs?" asked the man who spent ten Wen for dinner.

The child went to fetch two halves of salted duck eggs, and he agreed to eat whatever he wanted for ten cents, even if he lost money.

"The salted eggs here are well salted, there is a lot of oil, and they are salty, so there is no mess." The person praised.

"Sometimes you have to pickle the chaotic stinky eggs. Some people like to eat them. If you want them, I'll get you one."

The village chief said along the way that the village did pickle it specially, sometimes it was used as medicine to aid digestion, just like the smelly beans after fermenting, it's all about the problem of protein.

If it is controlled well, it will be fine, but if it is not controlled well, it will be poisonous.

"Thank you, shopkeeper Zhu, I don't like stinky things. It's better to talk about Jiangnan, warm!" The man refused.

"Yes! The south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and the scenery is familiar to us. At sunrise, the river flowers are more red than the fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember the south of the Yangtze River?" The chief followed up with a poem written by Bai Juyi.

"I never thought Shopkeeper Zhu would have such an elegant taste. I remember Jiangnan, but I remember Hangzhou the most. I looked for osmanthus seeds in the moon in the mountain temple, and watched the tide from the county pavilion. When will I visit again!" The man followed up.

"It's just that things are changing and people are changing, but the country is still the same. Is it bitterly cold in the north?" the chief continued to ask.

"After the original Central Capital was burned, everyone ran to other places. The winter was cold. Some people who were officials in Beiyuan escaped and kept their names incognito. Now I don't know what to do."

The man's expression was slightly sad when he spoke, and his pupils seemed to be out of focus.

"I don't burn it in China, I'm afraid someone will miss it. It's okay to burn it, just rebuild it. Although the northern land is bitterly cold, meat is easy to preserve in winter.

Unlike this Nanjing, to use ice, you have to use a lot of saltpeter to make it. The hotter it is, the more difficult it is to make it, so you can only use well water to make it.

Some people in the north dig ice and store it in cellars in winter, and use it in midsummer, which is infinitely more convenient than saltpeter. "

The head of the village continued to say, this is what Hanhan said, otherwise how would he know such details?
The man nodded: "Indeed, in fact, there are many good things in the area north of the Yellow River. It would be much better to have leather clothes in winter."

"The clothes made of the skin of the bamboo rat, are there people wearing them?"

The head of the village found a business opportunity, and the village has already stockpiled a lot of bamboo rat skins.

"It's better than a person's own skin. The bamboo rat's skin is soft and warm, and it can be sold for a lot of money there." The man laughed.

"This honored guest, what's your name, your surname?" The Li Chang asked with a smile.

"No expensive, Hui, no single name, no one with or without it." This person claimed to be Hui Wu.

"Can I have a place to stay tonight? How about I arrange a place for you, the Fuhua Building next door, I know the shopkeeper well, let's have a drink in the evening, and talk about things in the Northland, I have a lot of bamboo mouse skins."

The head of the village extended an invitation, which was very warm.

"This... what does shopkeeper Zhu want to ask?" Hui Wu hesitated for a while, and agreed.

"The customs and customs of the Northland, I want to do business." The head of the village looked sincere.

(End of this chapter)