The snow is falling, people are coming and going on the street, and Fuhua Building is very busy. Before lunch, the second and first floors are full.
Shopkeeper Xu asked the waiter to bring tea, fennel beans, and watermelon seeds. The cook cut the vegetables and put them aside, and was ready to start cooking soon. You can't make a big pot of rice, you have to fry it alone.
The houses behind the library, Luoyunzhai, and Jubiqi have all been demolished. Craftsmen are cleaning up and preparing to build a two-story brick-concrete structure building to prevent fire.
At the same time, the two-story house can be built at any time, depending on the demand.
"Hanhan, it's the twelfth lunar month, and the year is almost over."
In the greenhouse, the manager and Hanhan worked together to put salty water in a dish and put it in a corner.
Bees raised in greenhouses must have extra salt water, otherwise the bees will die due to malnutrition.
"Hurry up, go, hey hey hey hey" Zhu Wentian picked a cucumber, rubbed it with his hands, and took a bite.
"After the New Year, we are going to check out the official schools in the counties of Ningguo Prefecture. If they are not good, we will first inquire about the situation. It is not easy to recruit a son-in-law."
The head of the village put it down again. A plate, thinking about the girl to be married in the village.
"The son-in-law we recruit is different from others. Let us tell you the conditions. I believe that poor people with many sons in the family will agree."
Zhu Wentian doesn't worry about this. The son-in-law who came to the village was given a separate building to build, and he did not live with the elders of the woman's family, nor was he treated like a livestock.
Of course, when it is time to work, you must work, everyone does it, and laziness is not something that belongs to the same village.
At the same time, the village can also build a library. Get books from the library here. Poor people have so many books to read
With a lot of pens, ink and paper, there is no shortage. How can ordinary people dare to think about food, clothing, and medical treatment when sick?
The head of the village put down another plate and said, "Okay, people in our village have trouble getting married. There are too many secrets."
"It's the same as before. In the early stage, we are not allowed to come into contact with too important secrets, such as glass and tug-o carts."
Zhu Wentian is not anxious about this. Who can live a good life in Xiaqiu Village? Being willing to leave naturally requires safeguarding the same interests.
The two walked toward the door while talking. Zhu Wentian fell silent, and the expression on his face became naive.
"Zhu Lichang still has to get food. They said they would have dinner at Fuhua Building in the evening, and then they have to eat at midnight. The food at midnight is not enough."
Shopkeeper Xu ran away He came over and asked for help. His face was not very good, and it was obvious that communicating with the guests was a waste of energy.
"Can I help with the cooking?" The manager wanted to show his care. The vegetables sold in Fuhua Building are 70% as high as those in Xiaqiu Village, and the cheapest vegetables cost 500 yuan.
"Ah, great, you are willing to help cook, let's share it"
"It's still Sanqi, the village kitchen is in place, which dish of yours is too late, please find someone to step over Let us know and we will do it right away so as not to delay our distinguished guests.”
The manager refused to change the dividend.Proportions, an account, are meaningless to calculate over and over again.
Shopkeeper Xu ran away and came back dozens of times later to hand over the recipe.
The people in Xiaqiu Village prepared the dishes according to the recipes. The children helped select the dishes, clean them, and then started to cook a big pot of rice for themselves and others.
The cooks in ten villages took a break to help out in the evening, and the children took over. They had to cook meals for more than 700 people.
Zhu Wentian was the main force, flying his shovel up and down, frying a large pot, then turning around and frying two more pots of the same dish.
At the beginning of dinner, craftsmen and people staying in the store came to pick up the meals, including those working in the library.
The ten cooks were half full and continued to wait. Apparently Fuhua Building could still hold on.
Half an hour passed like this, the children all fell asleep, and Zhu Wentian stayed in the kitchen, writing the title of the book there.
Wang Zhen's Nongshu, Fansheng's Book, Nongsang Collection, Nongsang Summary, Chen Min's Nongshu, Taiping Yulan, Jiuzhang Arithmetic, Island Arithmetic Scripture, etc.
If Zhu Chuan asked the library what books it needed, he would list the books currently available and show them to the students.
Zhu Yuanzhang's requirements were too high. Unlike the eight-part essay that followed, he could test current affairs policies, horse riding, archery, calligraphy, and arithmetic.
That is to say, those who were admitted by Zhu Yuanzhang were actually unqualified. He would not be happy when he came again next year.
Then you have to find enough miscellaneous books for the students to learn. As for horse riding and archery, you can find opportunities to practice in a place outside the city.
"Two plates of stir-fried kale, please help me." A waiter next door came over and shouted.
"Okay" the chef responded.
"I am the only one." Zhu Wentian put down his pen, washed his hands, and heated the pot. The garlic and kale next to him were ready.
He scooped some lard into the pot and added garlic
The stove was burning coke. Soon a plate of stir-fried kale was finished and put on the plate, as was the one next to it. Two plates are made and delivered on a tray.
“Three plates of stir-fried shredded pork with fennel.” The waiter shouted again and continued cooking here.
"Stir-fried kale, still two plates." The waiter came over.
With the help of Xiaqiu Village, the pressure on the kitchen at Fuhua House has been reduced.
As a result, shopkeeper Xu was under pressure. He just brought over two plates of stir-fried kale. When he passed by someone else's table, the other person took a casual look and smelled it.
He was stunned for a moment, then tasted the stir-fried kale on his table, stood up, and followed him to a table where they both knew each other.
"Brother Fang." He greeted first.
"Brother Liu." The other party stood up.
"Brother Fang, your stir-fried kale is different from mine." Liu said, pointing to the dish.
"What's different?" Fang wondered.
"I'll bring mine over for you to take a bite."
"Okay."
The dish was brought over, and the man named Fang took a bite, and then he ate it himself Yes, my eyes lit up.
"Brother Fang, let me try it"Yours" asked Liu.
"Eat, you're welcome." "
"Okay. He took a bite, and then gritted his teeth, "Man, come here, at the same price, how can his taste better than mine?"
"Impossible", the man was watching from the side.
"Try it yourself, and then talk after you taste it. "
"Then I really ate it. "The waiter used a pair of chopsticks to eat the previous one first, and then switched to a pair of chopsticks to eat the last one, and then
"Did you taste it?" asked the man surnamed Liu.
"Actually, this one is pretty good too. Food, right? You wait, I'll find the shopkeeper. "The guy couldn't talk anymore and asked the shopkeeper.
Shopkeeper Xu came up quickly, apologized first, then tasted the same, and sighed "Alas"
"Shopkeeper Xu, what's going on?" The man surnamed Liu asked.
“I’m not afraid that Brother Liu will know that many of the dishes in Fuhua House are taught by the Danqing shop that sells box lunches next door. These young vegetables in winter are also taught by them.
My Fu Hua Building is too busy, so Zhu Lichang across the street is willing to lend us their lunch cook. If there is a dish that is too late, just tell them and they will prepare it. The stir-fried kale served at the back is "
Shopkeeper Xu stopped, but the people eating around him already understood.
"That is to say, the cooks who sell box lunches are better than you. If Hualou is delicious, then why do they have to sell box lunches?"
The customer named Fang found it funny. The food in Fuhualou is very expensive.
"Brother Fang, The library also belongs to them. There are six shops around it, and I am the only one who does not own the Fuhua Building. Looking at the many houses to be demolished later, they bought it. ”
Shopkeeper Xu uses another way to prove why people only sell box lunches, so be happy
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