Late Qing Dynasty Executioner

Chapter 9 Zhang San's Thoughts

Survival is difficult, and people will do anything for profit.

Although the Cao Gang earned their money through hard work, their advantage was stability, and others were not without envy.

Wang Jian was usually very cautious in his dealings with others, for fear of being ambushed by other gangs. Naturally, he had to ask about Zhang San adding something to the pot just now, especially since everyone knew that he drank the first bowl of soup every time.

What if this is poison?
Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, Wang Jian can only drink the second bowl of soup.

Wang Jian scooped soup with a spoon and watched Zhang San drink it. The soup was naturally very hot as it was just out of the pot. Zhang San sipped it in small sips with an intoxicated expression on his face.

Wang Jian was so angry that he was at his wit's end. The first bowl of soup, which was the most juicy one, originally belonged to him.

But Zhang San seemed to be deliberately irritating him, and the slurping sound became louder and louder. Wang Jian couldn't help but raise the big bamboo spoon in his hand and pretend to hit him, "Get out of my way, are you deliberately irritating me?"

"No, how could I dare? This soup is just so delicious. I'll get it ready. I'll get it ready." Zhang San nodded and bowed as he stepped back, holding the bowl of soup.

"I'm afraid you've never had such an oily soup in your life?" Wang Jian mocked Zhang San. He then scooped up the remaining oil on the hot noodles and drank it himself.

Because Wang Jian went to the best Baijia Restaurant in the county yesterday to invite Cao family's steward to dinner, and the food on the table didn't have that flavor.

"Oh!" Wang Jian frowned and thought for a moment, then asked, "How much is left in your family? Where is your relative from?"

One tael of silver is worth one pound, isn’t it a treasure that can make the soup delicious?

As soon as he took a sip of the soup, Wang Jian's eyes popped out, and then he looked at the soup bowl with a look of surprise on his face. He frowned and thought for a while, then turned to Zhang San and asked, "What did you just add to the soup pot?"

Wang Jian didn’t know when or where this Tangxianbao seasoning appeared, but it is definitely not available in Jiangjin County at present.

"Seasoning!" Zhang San said casually.

"I know it's a seasoning. What's the name of this seasoning?" Wang Jian asked angrily. This guy is trying to fool him.

Zhang San hesitated for a moment and said, "It was given to us by a relative during the Chinese New Year."

"Tang Xian Bao, Tang Xian Bao." Wang Jian repeated the words over and over again, and asked Zhang San with sparkling eyes: "What a good name! How did you get such a good seasoning?"

"My relative lived in Hejiang County, and there was nothing left. My relative worked in the kitchen of a wealthy family, and because the seasoning was damp, they gave it to my relative.

what name?
How should I know? Chen Ju didn't tell me. Zhang San rolled his eyes and thought of a name. "It seems to be called Tang Xianbao!"

My relative had one month's wages deducted because of this, because this thing is quite expensive, I heard that the cost price is two taels of silver per catty." Zhang San thought and said, and finally made up a story.

This is because Zhang San understands the principle of being guilty of possessing a treasure. Although he has only been at the dock for a few days, he has heard of many cases where people were murdered for their money because their whereabouts were exposed.

Especially the corpses that floated in the river every few days, which scared Zhang San a lot. In those days, it was normal for corpses to float in the Yangtze River. Jiangjin County was right on the river bank, so Zhang San was no stranger to it. But corpses that floated in the river every few days were a bit scary.

Wang Jian was naturally not satisfied with Zhang San's answer, and continued to ask: "Who is your relative? What is his relationship with your family? What is his name? Which big family in Hejiang County does he work for? How much of this seasoning do you have left?"

Zhang San was dumbfounded when he heard Wang Jian asking so many detailed questions. After all, telling too many lies would easily reveal flaws. But if he didn't answer, Wang Jian would go directly to ask his father, and then he would be exposed immediately.

Zhang San had no choice but to continue making up stories. No matter what, he had to deal with the current situation first.

"In fact, they are not relatives, but brothers that my father made when he went to the mountains to cut wood. He asked me to call him second uncle. He didn't tell me which family he worked for, and my father didn't ask. In total, my second uncle gave my family two taels of this delicious treasure.

There is less than one or two catties left now, and I thought that I should give some of this good stuff to my brothers and you, the leader, so I stole some from home. I was afraid of being discovered, so I stole it several times!" Zhang San said embarrassedly.

After hearing what Zhang San said, Wang Jian couldn't help but frowned. After thinking for a while, he said, "Go back and get me some more of this delicious treasure. By the way, ask your father if he can get your second uncle the secret recipe of this delicious treasure. I am willing to pay a high price for it."

Jiangjin County is a large county, only a hundred miles away from Chongqing Prefecture. This seasoning must be extremely valuable, as even the best restaurants in the county don’t have it. Its specific value can only be estimated by professionals.

So Wang Jian planned to get some samples to find out more first. As for whether Zhang San could get the formula, that was a matter for later, and it depended on the specific value of this delicious treasure.

If it has no value, then there is no need to say more, but if the value is high enough, then it is worth investing. The specific amount of investment depends on the specific value.

"You can ask for the secret recipe, but there's no need to steal the seasoning!" Zhang San said timidly, "My mother likes this stuff very much, and the quantity is limited. If I'm discovered, I'll definitely get beaten!"

What a fool! He doesn't care about the secret recipe, but he cares about a little thing. Wang Jian looked at Zhang San with disdain, then took out ten coins from his pocket and handed them to Zhang San, saying, "I bought it, okay? Even if your mother finds out, I think you won't be blamed if you hand over the money."

"Okay, then I'll go back and get my things!" Zhang San took the money, got Wang Jian's approval, turned around and ran back to the city, planning to find Chen Gu to discuss it first.

In the morning, after Chen Gu handed the MSG to Zhang San, he started chopping wood as usual.

Liu Er got up very early in the morning, but after washing his face and asking Chen Gu to make breakfast, he went back to sleep.

Yesterday, two old men drank up two kilograms of liquor. Chen Gu didn't taste a drop and didn't know the exact alcohol content of the liquor, but it was definitely a strong liquor.

Liu Er probably looks like he's still hungover. The alcohol content of the liquor he drank yesterday must have been quite high.

For breakfast, Chen Gu cooked a pot of rice. As for the dishes, he just used the leftover hot pot soup from yesterday and cooked the remaining vegetarian dishes.

Liu Er had breakfast and went back to sleep, which made it convenient for Zhang San to run over to see Chen Gu.

"Chen the Assassin!"

(End of this chapter)