Datang: To save my parents, I sell breakfast in the palace

Li Shimin is on hunger strike, he is hungry for buns, he has endured for several days, two days ago Concubine Yang personally went to learn, it is not bad, but it is not as delicious as the little shopkeeper.

Especially those ministers, eat every day, he, who is the emperor, is not good to eat together, right?

Moreover, now that I don’t have enough money in my pocket, how can I let my family spend money with the minister, consume five or six guineas at a time, and everyone has a little toothache.

Even Guanyin maid and children save money to live, and Shu is not too extravagant.

The more I think about it, the more I resign, since when did I eat a bun be considered extravagant.

“Why doesn’t Your Majesty have to eat yet?” Changsun asked.

“There’s something I can’t figure out. Guanyin, you said, when you were a prince in Taiyuan, you didn’t say that you were profligate, but you can also count it as spending a thousand dollars.

When the king of Qin was king, not to mention the extreme desire for luxury, it can be regarded as no moderation

Why is it that now that he is the emperor, he can’t even afford to eat a meal of buns? ”

“Father, the child also wants to eat.” 7-year-old Chengqian muttered.

“Father, the child also wants to eat.” 6-year-old Changle threw himself into Li Shimin’s arms, blinking pitiful with big eyes.

“Father, father, and child also want to eat.” 4-year-old Li Tai also shouted.

Seeing his child waiting to be fed, the more Li Shimin thought about it, the more he slapped the table: “Come on.” ”

“In!”

“Go to the Shanhe soup bag shop opposite our door and bring twenty cages of buns for Shun back.” Buy fifty tea eggs. Go ahead. Come back, buy fifty drawers and come back. One hundred tea eggs. Go ahead. ”

The eldest grandson smiled a little bitterly, who dares to stop the king of a country who wants to eat buns, especially when he is in a bad mood.

The eldest grandson is also hungry, but now Neku has no money, and a meal of buns costs nearly three times, which is indeed a bit extravagant.

This year, if you eat buns, it will be nearly 90 guans a month, and 1100 guans a year.

The eldest grandson didn’t dare to think that anyone could eat 1,100 guans a year by eating buns, and if they added the harem concubines, the emperor would not be able to come down without 2,000 guans.

Each woman has her own little abacus, it seems that she has to help the little shopkeeper do some work, last time she wrapped it up, she got it back, and the child and Erlang ate very happily.

Qin Song heard that the palace wanted buns, and there were so many at once, he didn’t dare to ask whether the emperor wanted it or the concubine, so he could only quickly pack it up and take it away.

Watching people leave, I couldn’t help but sigh that the dead camel was bigger than the horse, and more than 10,000 yuan for a breakfast did not blink. Li Er still has money, and the Turks rob less.

A group of ministers in the morning had already gone up, and all the remaining buns were about to be sold out. The business is getting better and better these days, and one person really can’t keep busy.

Fortunately, the four maids in the backyard have made rapid progress, and it is estimated that in ten days, they will almost be able to make buns. The progress of the family is a little worse, so let’s keep the noodles in the future.

Sometimes, the opportunity is left to those who are prepared, and the manpower that Qin Song is training now is just in time for the big lecture, and they can train them well, and they can also be used when the time comes.

But now there is an important problem, that is, the problem of bun packaging.

This kind of soup bag is too delicate, the chopsticks are broken when touched, and they can’t be loaded back and forth, so they can only be packed in a cage.

This cage is also money. You can’t sell as many buns as you want, and how many cages you can’t send.

Especially this morning, the palace asked for fifty drawers of buns, and I gave out fifty cages. It’s not cost-effective.

Moreover, what is the use of those people eating buns for many years, keeping the cage drawer? Therefore, he has been studying the problem of packaging these days. There is no good clue either.

“What else does the kid think, so fascinated?” Fang Xuanling came down and came over to buy some buns.

Qin Song threw out the question, and Fang Xuanling also fell into deep thought.

Du Ruhan came.

He was also taken into the ditch by Qin Song and stood in front of the fire in a daze.

The ministers of the lower dynasty gradually gathered at the door of the buns, thinking that there was some excitement, but they all followed in a daze.

The Manchu Dynasty was a man of culture and martial arts, and he didn’t even come up with a single way.

At this time, Li Shimin was reviewing the folds, and after eating so many buns for breakfast, it was naturally harder, and when he heard someone passing the word, he couldn’t help but shout in.

“Your Majesty!”

“What are you talking about? What happened to the minister? I didn’t hear clearly. ”

The person replied: “Your Majesty, all of you adults gathered in the breakfast restaurant opposite in a daze, and the subordinates also asked curiously…”

The person said Qin Song’s question again, and Li Shimin also fell into deep thought, slowed down for a long time, and slapped the table: “This gang has no serious business.” Go and scold them, you say. ”

The people hurriedly ran out of the palace gate and came to the ministers, “Pass on His Majesty’s message.”

Er and other ministers, not thinking of enterprising, pondered for a long time around a bun shop, where there was still the appearance of the dynasty, and rolled back to reflect on it.

Qin shopkeeper, you sell steamed buns for fifty wen a drawer, and you are kind enough to think about the cage drawer, and you will sell it like this in the future, and you are not allowed to change. ”

“Wait for the order.” The ministers are very depressed, and sure enough, they are all idle, no wonder His Majesty is angry.

“The grass people obey the order.” Qin Song instigated, got it, the boss is angry, let’s sell it like this in the future.

Li Shimin was wondering, the smelly boy’s shop seemed to have magic power, and the minister always liked to run there, and this broken matter was worth studying.

A hidden guard came over: “Your Majesty, the villain saw the eldest princess passing by the breakfast restaurant, chatted for a while, and seemed to have agreed to go there to work.” ”

[Thank you KV for the tip, kneel and beg for flowers, ask for evaluation, thank you. 】