"Dongzhu said to give you the glass pots and curry powder first. You can sell them in India. If it's suitable, you can buy them in bulk."
Another day passed. Li Family Zhuangzi's Third Steward brought ten sets of glassware and a hundred bags of curry powder to Bocao and the others who were eating wontons on Vermilion Bird Avenue and in front of the Imperial City Gate.
They did not charge for this batch of goods. It was Tubo's guarantee. If they did not pay, then …
"Thank you, Third Steward." Isinba greeted. They had met before. At the bridgehead, the Third Steward said, "What could be more important than the Tang dynasty's people supporting the imperial court?" to express his attitude.
Isinba was very happy. They had agreed that day to pay for the ten sets of glassware first. One set was 1,200 yuan. It seemed that Li Yi was not in a hurry.
One bag of curry powder was 25 yuan. He was a first-class agent. With 60 yuan, he could develop into a second-class agent.
"Dongzhu said that the money we earn can support Tubo's military operations. Tubo and the Tang dynasty are welcome to have military exchanges at any time," the Third Steward said expressionlessly.
"How can that be? The money we earn will naturally be used to fight India. Yes, open the Indian market. We can definitely make a lot of money, "Bocao promised.
"So Tubo will not be short of military funds if they take action against India and other countries under any circumstances? Dongzhu said not to use this as an excuse to ask for money from the Tang dynasty. "
The Third Steward continued to explain the matter clearly.
"Yes!" Bocao and Isinba admitted together.
"Sign the contract first. Use your envoy's seal and your fingerprints. Later, ask your Dalun and Zhanpu to write an official document. It's not a prime minister's letter. Send it back to the Tang dynasty. "
The Third Steward took out the prepared contract. There were three copies. Tubo kept one, Li Family Zhuangzi kept one, and Honglu Temple kept the other.
The two copies were stamped, signed, and fingerprinted.
"Today's wonton is exceptionally delicious." After the third steward left, Bo Xie scooped up a mouthful of wonton soup with a spoon and drank it, praising the taste.
"It seems to be the same every day. There's Dongzhu's pickled mustard mustard paste, chopped green onions, dried shrimps, sesame oil, soy sauce, and vinegar. The Li Family Zhuangzi knows how to add seaweed, but there's none here."
Isinba, on the other hand, did not feel that anything had changed. He also drank the soup.
If he brought his own pepper, the wonton seller would not provide it. If he did not finish the soup, he would have to compensate!
He wanted the clear soup base, not the extra spoonful of lard. He also didn't want the bone broth and chicken broth, although the price was the same.
"Old Hu, your chicken soup today is too hot." An official's mouth was scalded and his face was filled with pain.
"Have you seen through it? If it's broken, apply some watermelon frost. "The stall owner handed over some cold water. He did not explain that the chicken soup was already hot.
The chicken soup had a layer of chicken oil on it, so it had to be sipped and drunk. People who lacked oil were willing to eat it.
The bone broth had the taste of bones, and there wasn't as much oil as the clear soup with an extra spoonful.
The scalded official rinsed his mouth. Just as he was about to turn his head and spit out water, he saw the guards guarding the city gates and swallowed it.
The commoners could spit it out, but he couldn't. He was an official.
"It's broken, I guarantee that it's broken. It hurts!" The official rinsed his mouth a few times and confirmed.
"I'll give you a bowl of noodles. I won't charge you."
The stall owner frowned. Clearly, he felt that it wasn't good to burn someone. Anyone would feel pain.
"Old Hu, I'm about to be promoted. I'm happy and anxious at the same time. I can't blame you. This wonton … "The official was happy, but he couldn't bear to throw it away.
"I'll eat it. Consider it your treat." A person strolled over.
"I can treat you, but I have to know that you are … King Song!" The official stood up.
"Greetings, King Song." The others stood up and bowed slightly. This was considered a greeting, and they couldn't kneel.
"Yesterday, I was at Brother Yi's Zhuangzi. At night, I told Brother Yi that I wanted to eat wontons. We talked about Old Hu selling wontons at the Vermillion Bird Avenue in the Royal City.
In the past, it was forbidden to sell wontons, but now, it's loosened up. At the same time, it gave the people in the Royal City a place to eat their breakfast.
Speaking of carrying and pushing carts, some of the wheels can't even work anymore. It's tiring to push them.
Brother Yi designed a new type of carriage and had three of them built overnight. Thus, I didn't eat wontons at the Li Family Zhuangzi. Old Hu, can you take a look? "
Li Chengqi's tone was calm. As he spoke of the situation, someone pushed three carts over from behind.
It was a three-wheeled carriage. It wasn't like riding a donkey backwards. The carriage was high, and the carriage was at the front. One couldn't see the situation in front, and it was easy to bump into someone.
The carriage was at the back, and it was easy to lose things. Even if someone took the opportunity to steal something, they wouldn't know.
Fortunately, no one in Chang 'an City dared to steal other people's things. If they did, they would be sentenced to jail, and they wouldn't be paid for their labor.
"King Song, I can't afford it. Isn't this just an extra wheel on a bicycle? I'll just push my own cart and shout out loud to avoid bumping into anyone. "
Old Hu fell in love with this type of carriage at first glance. The body of the carriage was made of bamboo, and the wheels were the bearings of a bicycle.
There were drawers and shelves on the carriage, and the surface was brushed with tung oil. It was clean and neat.
The other stall owners gathered around. They wanted to touch it but didn't dare to.
Li Chengqi stood in front of a carriage and introduced, "The drawers have buckles, so there's no need to worry about them slipping out. The same goes for the cabinet door.
There's an iron buckle, a pot on top, and charred charcoal below.
There's no delay. The bucket has to be covered, hung up, and fixed with a rope below. When it shakes slightly, the shaking of the bucket will offset the force of the shaking, so it's less likely to spill … "
He explained everything one by one, and the others could tell that he had put in a lot of effort in designing it.
The surrounding people nodded their heads. Good, this is great, but … we …
"Brother Yi said that we'll first make a thousand of these carriages for everyone to use. After that, we'll evaluate the quality of the carriages with the others. Whoever's food is clean and tasty will get one.
It's impossible to use a cloth to wipe several tables. Furthermore, it must be washed with soap. Only when the water can't be wrung out can it be considered clean. "
Li Chengqi got straight to the point. The carriages could be free, and the hygiene had to be improved.
Yesterday, when he was chatting with Li Yi, he said that it was summer. This year, Chang 'an City could improve the hygiene standards, and everyone's living standards would be improved.
Instead of forcing people to give orders, it was better to tempt them with benefits.
Moreover, when the railway was built, there would be more tricycles like this for short-distance transportation.
"Is my place okay?" When Old Hu heard that he could use the carriages for free, he asked Li Chengqi to look after his stall.
"Okay, I'm here for you. I'll talk to Brother Yi …"
Li Chengqi smiled and nodded. He was about to say how much he had played a role in this.
Old Hu knelt down and put his palms together, "Thank you, Li Dongzhu. Thank you, Li Dongzhu. Li Dongzhu, don't worry. I, Old Hu, will never give this carriage away. I promise to keep it clean."
Li Chengqi: "…"
I-I've been talking about you since yesterday. It's me. You nodded to me just now. Now … Why are your knees so weak?
"Old Hu, don't always kneel to Li Dongzhu. Li Dongzhu is not happy."
"Old Hu, congratulations. Your stall is indeed clean."
"Old Hu, get up. Later, light more incense for Li Dongzhu's memorial tablet. It's hot today. When the mosquitoes come out, light two plates of mosquito coils."
Everyone helped Old Hu up. Some were envious, while others congratulated him.
Li Chengqi was left aside. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled.
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