Mind reading, the emperor saw my fist hard

He didn't go home until dark that day, and when he got home he told his family that he bought a secret recipe for ten cents.

The son jumped up on the spot, thinking that his father must have been cheated.

The daughter-in-law even started fighting with her father-in-law, complaining that he did not return home quickly after selling the firewood and that he was cheated out of so much money.

He also muttered to himself and cursed the ruffians in the capital, saying that anyone could be cheated, but they could cheat an old man out of ten cents. Was the money they got enough to pay for their tea?

Ten cents can buy half a bushel of rice.

Lao Hei felt guilty for a moment about blaming his son and daughter-in-law.

There's no way. I'm old and weak, and I feel a little breathless when facing my young and strong son.

However, thinking of the delicious food he had eaten today, Lao Hei still straightened his chest.

The tofu is delicious. As long as it is made, my son and daughter-in-law will definitely not complain anymore. Maybe their family can even do some small business.

Then, Lao Hei, watching his son's dark face, soaked soybeans and ran to the village barefoot doctor to buy some gypsum for a few cents.

The next day, at dawn, I carried a wooden bucket and went to the village stone mill to grind beans.

Halfway through the grinding, the son, whose face was still dark, came and helped his father finish grinding the bucket of soybeans.

While grinding, he also scolded his father for wasting money.

"What secret recipe can you buy for just ten cents? It's obviously a scam, but you're willing to spend that money..."

As the complaints went on, the villagers passing by knew about it, and the stone mill was filled with people who came to watch the fun.

"Lao Hei, I heard that you were cheated out of ten cents?" an idle man in the village shouted to Lao Hei.

Lao Hei's face was blacker than the bottom of a pot after being scolded by his own son. He was even more angry when he was teased by the idlers in the village. He replied angrily,

"You haven't been fooled. You'll know once the tofu is ready."

"Besides, why would they cheat me out of my ten cents when they own a shop on Suzaku Street?"

"Yes."

An old lady took over the conversation.

"I heard that people dare not enter the shops on Zhuque Street without ten taels of silver. Your ten cents may not be as expensive as a sip of water in the shop."

This lady has a relative who works as a minor official in the capital, and is considered a knowledgeable person in this small village.

Seeing that someone agreed with him, Lao Hei's expression relaxed for a moment: "Yes, the shop also sells dyeing recipes for 100 coins."

"I heard that they were selling a method to make pork taste better, and it cost one tael of silver. I didn't understand, so I didn't ask."

"what else?"

After Lao Hei said this, all the villagers became interested.

"Is there any other method to make chickens grow meat properly? Is there any other method to make compost? Some of them cost a few dozen coins, and some cost a few taels of silver."

As Lao Hei and the villagers chattered, the bucket of soybeans was ground, and then brought home to boil over a fire, and then tofu was added and water was pressed...

After a series of steps, the tofu was finally made.

Although it was my first time making it and I was not skilled enough, so the tofu was a bit crooked and broke easily when touched, but the tofu was truly made.

The villagers who were watching shared the entire plate of tofu.

No one who finished eating said it was bad.

This recipe is real!

Then Lao Hei was surrounded.

"Lao Hei, what color do you think that 100-cent dyeing recipe is?"

The person asking the question was the grandmother who had the best weaving skills in the village. A piece of top-quality white cloth cost 800 wen, and the price would increase by about 200 wen after being dyed. If the color was nice, the price could double.

Before Lao Hei could answer, my mother-in-law was pushed away by a fat figure.

"Lao Hei, does the recipe for making pork taste better really only cost one or two taels of silver?"

This man is the butcher in the village, and only a butcher can have such a good physique.

"Are there any other composting recipes that are really for sale?"

Lao Hei's teeth were exposed when he laughed.

"Really. It's all true."

Then early the next morning, the Qianji Pavilion was almost broken down by the people pouring in from outside the city.

Order was not restored until the Royal Guards were urgently dispatched.

But these are all things that happened later. Now, Qianji Pavilion has welcomed its first big customer.

Xun Wang of Daqian.

Prince Xun was Emperor Xuan's younger brother, much younger than him, otherwise he could have competed for the throne back then.

Now?

Just be a carefree prince, eat and wait for death.

Therefore, Emperor Xuan turned a blind eye to his opening of restaurants and making huge profits.

Yes, the Zhuangyuan Building opposite Qianji Pavilion was opened by Xun Wang.

Without a restaurant, Prince Xun has no money to be free. If you want to be a free and easy prince, you need to be rich.

A prince without money is not called the free and easy prince, but the miserable prince.

"Your Highness, this is the Qianji Pavilion, claiming to sell secret recipes."

Xun Wang stepped into Qianji Pavilion, holding a bird cage in his hand. While playing with the bird, he asked casually: "Secret recipe? What secret recipe?"

The accountant cursed himself in his heart for making a mistake. Why didn't he find out the secret recipe before rushing to report it?

He quickly added with a flattering smile, "I went to deliver the message as soon as I heard about the secret recipe, for fear that someone else would get there first. I haven't even asked what secret recipe you bought yet."

"Well, you're thoughtful."

"Greetings, Lord Xun."

A clear and pleasant voice rang in Xun Wang's ears.

Hmm~~ Why does this voice sound familiar? Whose little darling is this? Why is he working as a waiter in a shop? The boss of Qianji Pavilion is really generous.

The smile on Xun Wang's face suddenly turned obscene, and he turned his gaze from the birdcage to

"Small····"

The word "guai guai" was stuck in Xun Wang's throat and he couldn't say it out. The voice was indeed familiar and he recognized it.

This maidservant is not some good girl from a brothel, but a high-ranking palace maid in the Eastern Palace. If I remember correctly, this maid is now given to Lord Xu.

In other words, this shop belongs to Lord Xu.

Prince Xun shrank his neck, there had been a lot of bad things happening in his family. Ever since the news of his princess donating money to the temple came to light, Prince Xun had been avoiding Lord Xu.

Even when attending court, I would ask for leave if possible, as long as I could avoid Lord Xu.

I didn't expect that this time it would be delivered to my door.

Sure enough, the next moment, Xun Wang heard a familiar voice coming from the second floor.

[Hey! I only sold a tofu secret recipe in half a day. It’s so hard to make money. It’s so hard~~]

Xu Jinyu is on the second floor of the store.

Prince Xun froze for a moment, and prayed in his heart that Lord Xu would not take the time to dig up gossip about him.

It would be best if I didn't attract the attention of Mr. Xu now.

I had to pretend not to care and said, "What good secret recipe do you have? Show it to me."

"Your Majesty, I know that the Zhuangyuan Building across the street is your property. Here is a secret recipe for MSG, which is considered a seasoning. When added to food, the food will immediately become delicious."

"It's simply..."

Before Xihua could finish her introduction, Xun Wang slammed the table.

“I’ll buy it!”

As for whether it is true or not, it doesn’t matter. King Xun just wants to end this battle quickly and leave Qianji Pavilion as soon as possible.

"Then the prince wants to buy the operating rights of the capital. If you buy the operating rights of the capital, your MSG can only be sold in the capital. If you buy the national operating rights, you can sell it all over the country."

Xun Wang's hands trembled and his eyes widened. Once he bought the secret recipe, it should belong to him. What's the point of dividing it into different regions?

How did Lord Xu learn bad things and who did he learn it from? If he knew, he would definitely skin that person alive.

It’s a pity that Xu Jinyu did not learn from the people in Daqian. These are the simplest sales methods in modern society.

Xu Jinyu might not understand it, but there is no problem in imitating it.