The person who delivered the food approached. The cart was pulling several large buckets and baskets.
"They just cooked for us, but the food is not ready yet. I promised to treat them to a meal, and I'll pay," the 16th guard said to the delivery man.
"We came from the mountain and started preparing yesterday afternoon. His Majesty is treating the people of Luoyang Palace to breakfast. Anyone who is willing to eat can get a share."
The delivery man tilted his head to show where he came from. They were working hard to make breakfast outside.
"Treating everyone in Luoyang Palace to a meal?"
The local soldier looked at the buckets on the cart and turned to the 16th guard, wanting to get an answer from him.
"Uh-huh!" The 16th guard coughed. "It's just a routine operation. Don't be surprised. I told you last night, logistics."
"But you just wanted to pay …" The local soldier was doubtful.
"Don't worry about those irrelevant things. Let's eat. What's for breakfast?" the 16th guard interrupted.
"Spicy soup, steamed buns, mustard and pickled vegetables." The delivery man wanted to laugh.
As he spoke, he took out bowls and gave them to those who didn't have utensils.
"I have utensils at home. Come in and eat. There's also a table. Life is good now, and there's plenty of furniture. "
The man invited them again. They didn't cook their own food, and now they had to eat someone else's.
"Dad, move the table out." The hostess knew what to do.
The older child took the younger one to get the utensils. The couple carried the things to the door, and the 16th guard and the local soldiers helped.
There was pepper in the spicy soup, but there was a shortage of it in the Tang Dynasty. It had to wait for a while before it appeared in large quantities.
The people knew that spicy soup was eaten by the rich. It was written in the newspaper how to make it, but ordinary people couldn't afford to buy it.
The children looked at the steamed buns and spicy soup and wondered, "Should I have more steamed buns or more soup?"
The people in the square ate the breakfast given by His Majesty. The restaurant owners were depressed because they couldn't sell their food in the morning.
They were anxious and drank the spicy soup. They didn't feel good, but they didn't dare to protest.
Lu Bang, who opened a porridge shop, was drinking spicy soup in front of his stall. The fire in the stove was removed, and the porridge was ready. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to remove the fire.
His shop only sold porridge and steamed buns, pork, chicken, vegetables, and vegetable steamed buns.
The steamed chicken steamed buns were made with thin chicken thighs and breasts. They didn't taste good because of the lack of oil.
The newspaper told him to buy chicken oil and refine it at home. When he mixed it with the oil, he added it together with the vegetable oil. This way, the oil would be more delicious.
His house was now full of people, as was the case in the morning. His buns were the same size as the others, and the price was the same.
The difference was that the skin was thin and there was a lot of stuffing. The commoners only ate meat buns based on the amount of meat.
Vegetable steamed buns were filled with leftover chicken oil. Although they were said to be vegetarian, there was meat in them.
"Father, are the buns still on the table?" Lu Bang's second daughter-in-law came over and asked with a worried expression.
The people who ate in and out of the shop did not buy his food, nor did they eat his free salted vegetables. They all ate Her Majesty's food.
"Serve the ones that are fully wrapped. They have to be steamed out. Those that are not wrapped …"
"Old Lu Congee Shop?" As Lu Bang spoke, someone brought over a booklet.
"Yeah, it's not for sale today." Lu Bang looked at him blankly.
"Grandfather, the Li Family Zhuangzi's people." His eldest grandson was eating.
Just as he was about to head to the academy after finishing his meal, he saw the word 'Murky' embroidered on the chest of the visitor and reminded his grandfather.
"Which Li Family Zhuangzi?" Lu Bang's mind was filled with unsold buns and congee.
"The Li Family Zhuangzi of Ba Shui. He has a word embroidered on his chest. No one dares to impersonate him."
Lu Bang's eldest grandson put down his things and leaned forward. He looked up at the farmer to confirm.
"The Li Dongzhu's people? Sit down, quick, I'll wipe it for you. "Lu Bang reacted. He had to treat him well.
"No, no. Continue to wrap it. Steam it when you're done. We'll buy it.
It's five percent lower than the market price. We know you still have a profit, so we won't lose anything.
We won't have to run back and forth, wash the dishes, and save the salted vegetables. "
The farmer wrote it down in his booklet and told Lu Bang.
"Ah?" Lu Bang stopped wiping the stool with his sleeve.
"You can buy it … You don't need it."
Lu Bang could not understand. The Li Family Zhuangzi could treat the entire Luoyang Palace to spicy soup. How could they not cook?
"Give it to the soldiers at noon. It's going to rain. There's no dew at night, and there'll be clouds in the morning. The Zhuangzi's people are too busy. "
The farmer said according to the routine. In fact, not to mention the rain, even if it was hailstorms, they could still cook.
"What about the big restaurants?" Lu Bang's eldest son calculated the money they earned and thought of the restaurants.
"Why do you care about others? Make a fire. Quick, steam the buns. "Lu Bang glared at his son. Is there not enough for you to worry about?
"We know the profits of the restaurants. Give them five percent. If they sell the buns for two coins each, we'll buy two for one coin. If they don't sell, then forget it."
The farmer said with a smile. Small businesses were treated differently from large businesses.
Restaurants did not make profits from breakfast. Last night's incident had the greatest impact on the restaurant.
"I knew it. They sell it expensive." The eldest son muttered and ran to work.
"The buns in Xiaoluo Village's Drunken Immortal House cost ten coins each. Why don't you say it's expensive?" Lu Bang glared at his son's back.
After he finished speaking, he remembered that there were people in front of him. He smiled awkwardly. "Your buns are not expensive."
"Expensive!" The farmer admitted. There were still buns that cost twenty coins each.
Live shrimp were sent to Drunken Immortal House. They were processed in front of the customers and wrapped with two spoons of chili oil as dipping sauce. Those who did not eat spicy food were given pepper.
They bought two buns to eat. A pile of side dishes and set meals were placed on the table.
The profits were still more than eighty percent. They had to pay tax. Ten percent tax could be checked.
The fixed tax paid by other restaurants was calculated according to the market situation. There was no invoice.
The Li Family Zhuangzi's two Drunken Immortal Houses were always producing new products. It was not easy to set a quota, so they kept the accounts and let people check.
So far, no one had checked. Li Yi said it was how much it was.
The officials still trusted him. Otherwise, he had many ways to increase the cost and reduce the profits. He could even turn it into a negative profit.
"There's a reason why it's expensive." Lu Bang insisted.
"That's reasonable." The farmer smiled and nodded. "You guys go ahead. I'll go to the next place."
"Have you eaten? Bring some buns to eat on the way! "Lu Bang's wife brought some buns over.
"I've eaten. I really can't eat anymore. We'll eat at noon."
The farmer refused and quickly went to look for a place with his companion.
"Sigh! Li Dongzhu is so benevolent! "Lu Bang's wife put down the buns.
She turned around and saw her eldest grandson. She smiled. "Kid, study hard. In the future, you'll be an official in the Tang dynasty. Be a good official. Don't catch the bad ones."
"Okay! I know. "The child was obedient and sensible. He drank the last mouthful of spicy soup and went to school with his schoolbag.
…
In Ziwei City, many officials did not think that Li Dongzhu was benevolent.
They were in a state of silence when eating last night. There were people protecting them, so they did not dare to speak.
When sleeping, they naturally did not speak. They could not even talk in their sleep.
In fact, not speaking during eating and sleeping meant not talking when chewing and not talking when sleeping.
The former would make one choke, the latter would make one excited or angry.
Now that they had not eaten, they were separated and asked about the situation.
They were isolated from the outside world and did not know the situation outside. They were thinking about the consequences of lying.
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