"My lord, Ping feels a little strange …"
Jiang Pengji smiled as she took a pair of chopsticks and asked him, "What's strange?"
She brought Zhang Ping to inspect all the drainage points in Xiangyang District and found that the drainage pipes were operating normally. Coincidentally, the scorching sun was high above their heads and their stomachs were empty. Jiang Pengji and Zhang Ping found a table in a restaurant and planned to order a few dishes to make up for a meal.
Coincidentally, the restaurant was opened by the government and was named Greeting Guests House.
She looked around. The restaurant's decoration was simple and elegant. The environment was quiet and secluded. It was indeed a good place to eat.
Yes, Wei Ci did a good job in this area.
Not long after they sat down, the curtain of the small room was lifted and a waiter with a broken palm came in.
The waiter looked at Jiang Pengji and Zhang Ping in astonishment. He was stunned for a while before he knelt down heavily.
"Your humble servant greets you, my lord!"
The restaurant was opened by the government. The employees were either injured retired soldiers or the families of soldiers who died in battle. The waiter in front of them was a soldier who retired due to disability. He found a position as a waiter in the restaurant.
Although he was a waiter, he was a veteran who had been to the battlefield. He could also be a hired thug. His monthly salary was enough to support a family of three.
Until now, the veteran still insisted on the habit of daily morning training. Although he was disabled, he was in good spirits.
Jiang Pengji said, "Get up. Xiheng and I are just here for a meal. Don't be so formal."
The waiter got up obediently, but he was still somewhat restrained.
Jiang Pengji took a roll of bamboo slips. It was the menu of the restaurant.
The ideas provided by the viewers in the streaming room were written on each bamboo slip. They were categorized and looked very novel.
Jiang Pengji looked at the names of the dishes and ordered two, three vegetarian dishes and two meat dishes. She then passed the menu to Zhang Ping. She took the opportunity to ask some questions. Basically, she asked about the veteran's life after he was disabled and retired. The veteran slowly let go of his courage and was not so restrained.
She asked a question and the veteran answered it honestly.
"Your humble servant's life is not bad, my lord. A few months ago, Iceman made a matchmaker and married a wife. She is now three months pregnant. The work in the restaurant is not heavy. I come to clean at dawn every day and prepare to open the restaurant. I close at dusk. I get two salaries every month. My family eats, wears, and has a lot of money left every month. My wife is also hardworking. She knits a sweater at home … "
Jiang Pengji asked in detail, and the veteran had a lot to say. His face was flushed with excitement, and there was no hint of gloom.
Zhang Ping silently looked through the menu seventeen to eighteen times, "buying" time for his lord.
Hard Cuben: "Work starts at five o 'clock in the morning and closes at nine o' clock in the evening … Forget it, that means work starts at five o 'clock in the morning and closes at nine o' clock at night? Would it be too tiring? Now that he had lost his left hand, would it be inconvenient for him to live? If this was the modern era, he might still be able to reattach his hand … but in ancient times … Sigh, he would be crippled for life.
Strive for Next Month: "Listen carefully to their conversation. This veteran can receive three years of disability compensation. That's quite a lot. He's working as a waiter and a bodyguard, earning two people's wages … His life should be pretty good, right?"
After watching the livestream for a long time, the audience more or less understood Jiang Pengji's situation. The veteran's life was not bad.
Midnight Xiuxian: "By the way, why do they have to give the disability allowance for three years? Can't they just give it all at once?"
Wo Yu Chengxian: "According to my analysis, there are probably two reasons. If they give it all at once, the burden on the streamer will be huge. After all, it's not a single soldier's death or injury. Secondly, if they don't restrain themselves and spend it all, what will they do in the future? I think the three-year allowance is to give the veteran some buffer time. In three years, if they are patient, they can learn a trade to make a living. When the time comes, they can still support themselves without the allowance. "
Although the audience in the livestream did not all guess correctly, it was not far from Jiang Pengji's intention.
The veteran was hardworking, and the wife he married was also capable. There was still hope for the family's life.
Jiang Pengji nodded, and Zhang Ping tactfully handed the menu back to the veteran.
After the veteran left, Zhang Ping said, "Business at the Guest House is not bad."
The food in the restaurant was delicious, and it was always full of guests at mealtimes. Even though the price was four to five times more expensive than ordinary restaurants, there were still people who came to support them. Of course, the people did not have the money to eat there often, but they could afford to eat there occasionally.
Jiang Pengji said, "When the business of the restaurant stabilizes, I plan to let the chef teach the recipes of ordinary dishes to other restaurants in the county."
Zhang Ping was stunned and did not react for a moment.
Why did the lord suddenly say this?
Jiang Pengji said, "The officials don't compete with the people, and the people can't afford to compete. The business of the Guest House is good enough. If it continues to grow, it will definitely suppress the restaurants of other people, which goes against my original intention. Let the chef publicize the recipes of ordinary dishes, and the people can also eat cheap and delicious food. The Guest House will continue to take the more expensive route, and the two will not interfere with each other. "
Jiang Pengji thought for a long time about the name of the restaurant. In the end, she accepted the audience's suggestion and named it "Guest House."
To put it bluntly, it was a problem of the customer base. The restaurant of the common people served the common people, and a meal did not cost much. The dishes made by the Guest House were more expensive, and they served customers with financial ability. They took the middle and high-end route, and tried to separate the customer base of the two.
Jiang Pengji was not short of money. She could afford to subsidize the disabled soldiers, but there was no need to steal the business of the common people.
Zhang Ping understood and could not help but feel emotional.
When she was unreliable, his lord was really unreliable. But when the lord was reliable, a wise ruler was nothing more than that.
How many high-ranking people took the people's money in an unsightly manner? Only his lord could see it clearly, and she did it flawlessly.
While the two were talking, a frightening cough came from the restaurant next door.
Zhang Ping suddenly thought of something and said, "My lord, Zhang Ping remembered what was wrong."
There were coughs along the way!
He did not know when it started, but Zhang Ping could always hear the coughs. Who was he muttering about before? Why did he come out to wander around when he was so sick? Now … His expression turned serious, and he raised his hand to pull out the short dagger from his waist. He looked dangerously in the direction of the coughs.
They were being followed all the way!
Jiang Pengji smiled and waved her hand at him. "Put it away, it's just a meal."
Zhang Ping was an introverted scholar with mediocre martial arts skills, but Jiang Pengji was not. She knew long ago that someone was following them.
Zhang Ping was surprised, and he sheathed the dagger before the waiter served the dishes.
"My lord, you knew long ago?" Zhang Ping asked.
"What else?" Jiang Pengji smiled and turned her body to make it convenient for the waiter to set up the table. "Who doesn't know this face in Xiangyang district? I'm not popular either. What if someone finds me an eyesore and tries to harm me when I'm alone? If your lord did not have this little bit of vigilance, how would she dare to bring a weakling around the district? Let's eat, we'll meet the person next door after we're full. "
As soon as she finished speaking, the coughs became more intense.
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