To support exiled officials, start by worshipping the God of Wealth

Jiusu went to the town on the village's ox cart.

She leaned against the wall of the car, drowsy, and didn't care what the gossips said.

Chen Zhao once shot a wild boar and sold it to a butcher for a total of three taels of silver. The butcher said he had to pay in installments, so he only gave him five hundred coins. After Chen Zhao was arrested, he kept dragging his feet and refused to pay or acknowledge his debt.

The pig butcher looked up and said, "Buying meat? Oh, it's you. I'll give you some meat. Don't make trouble here."

He impatiently threw aside a piece of extremely dirty meat.

"You're asking for money again. It's so annoying."

Jiusu deeply understood the saying that the one who owes the debt is the grandfather, and the one who asks for the debt is the grandson. She stretched out her hand and said, "Two thousand five hundred coins."

Bang!

The pig butcher threw the kitchen knife in his hand on the chopping board. He supported himself on the table, feeling extremely oppressed: "How can I have so much silver? Do you want to rob me? However, if someone dares to rob my silver, he will have to see if he can leave alive."

threaten! A naked threat!

Jiusu didn't dare to confront him head-on. After all, she was just a cook and a half-immortal. Her eyes fell on the pig intestines placed casually on the ground.

She said, "Give me the pig intestines. It can be used as a substitute for money."

The pig butcher's eyes flashed with mockery. He picked up the basket and said, "It's not easy for you to take it. The basket is ten cents. How about these pig intestines for five cents?"

"Okay." Jiusu nodded.

The butcher hurriedly took out the pig intestines from the house and put a lot more into the basket, saying, "How much are these in total?"

Jiusu smiled and said, "Cut some more meat for me so I can report back to the mission."

She was walking on the street carrying fresh pig intestines. Many people looked at her with disgust. Only she knew how delicious the processed pig intestines were.

Fangxing Building.

The waiter was busy, and the shopkeeper was originally smiling, but when he smelled the smell, he frowned and said, "Miss, if you want to sell pig intestines, you can sell them to the poor."

Pig offal is disgusting and tastes terrible, so the rich people turn up their disdain at it.

In the eyes of the poor, it can fill their stomachs when they are really hungry.

Jiusu said politely: "Boss, I'm here to apply for the position of cook."

"Our restaurant doesn't hire female cooks. You'd better go back. You're really disturbing our guests' meals." The shopkeeper frowned. He smelled the shit and felt like vomiting in his stomach.

That was because there weren't many people in the restaurant, so I chatted with her for a few minutes.

Hearing this, Jiusu smiled.

"The female cook is not bad either. I bet you will love the food I cook."

"Bet? What can you bet with me?" The shopkeeper shook his head helplessly, "Little girl, go back quickly. I don't have time to play with you."

Jiusu picked up the basket, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Oh, if I had known, I wouldn't have come. I thought the owner of Fangxinglou was different. It turns out he doesn't even dare to bet with me. He has no courage. I don't think he will be able to do this business for long."

"Okay! I'll bet." The shopkeeper turned around, his tone full of warning, "If you lose, you'll work in my restaurant for the rest of your life. If you win, you can set any terms."

He doesn't believe it anymore.

What kind of delicacies can a little girl make?

The shopkeeper brought Jiusu in through the back door, cleared a small kitchen, and said, "I'll only give you half an hour. You can use the ingredients as you like, but you can't take them away."

Jiusu responded and sent the shopkeeper away.

There were dirty impurities hanging on the pig offal. After all of them were put into the water, she endured the odor and tore off the impurities. After washing twice, the odor was reduced a lot.

Then, rub it clean with salt and flour and then wash it.

Blanch in water for five minutes, then marinate in light salt water.

Simultaneously.

Half an hour after she prepared the spices, she took out the pig's offal, cut it into small pieces, and blended it with cooking wine, five-spice powder and pepper for a few minutes. The aroma already wafted out.

Modern oils have fewer impurities, but she only has a small bottle.

You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb. The more oil, the more fragrant it is. She poured a large spoonful of it, added onions, ginger, garlic and chili peppers, and the aroma spread throughout the kitchen.

Add the intestines and keep stir-frying.

She poured in light soy sauce, dark soy sauce and oyster sauce, which were not available in ancient times, to make the dish just the right color. She added sugar to enhance the flavor and starch to thicken the sauce, making the dish full of color, aroma and flavor.

Behind.

There were footsteps.

Jiusu turned around and saw a strange man carrying a bundle of firewood. She waved and said, "Hey, brother, can you help me call the shopkeeper?"

The man paused, then nodded.

Soon, the shopkeeper came. He looked at the greasy pig offal on the table, which smelled delicious, and looked to the side.

"Jiang Jing, go and try it first."

Jiusu looked over and saw that this man named Jiang Jing didn't look like someone from a small family. She handed over the chopsticks and said, "Please."

Jiang Jing took a bite and looked calm.

The shopkeeper asked, "Is it not tasty?"

"Delicious." Jiang Jing put down his chopsticks, his voice low, his eyes shining as he looked at Jiusu. He had also eaten delicacies from land and sea, but the one she made with pig offal was even better.

The shopkeeper's face showed interest, and he took a bite doubtfully.

"Yes, Not Bad."

He put down his chopsticks and said, "I lose. Miss, you can ask for anything you want, but can you sell this dish to me?"

Jiusu said, "I can't sell the dishes, but I can sign a one-month contract with the shopkeeper. I'll come once every morning and only make fifteen dishes at a time. You can use this as a signature dish, limited in time and quantity, to attract customers."

The shopkeeper was very excited and asked again.

"What about a month later?"

"I will sell the dishes to you in a month." Jiusu said.

The shopkeeper hesitated for a few steps and said, "One month. What if someone imitates me?"

Jiusu smiled and said, "Then I will compensate you with other dishes. If you are not satisfied, I will return all the money. Besides, the seasonings I use are all secret, so the taste will not be exactly the same."

It is impossible for anyone to imitate.

Unless that person also has such a system.

The shopkeeper made the final decision and asked the accountant to rush out a contract. He handed it over and said to the girl when she confirmed that it was correct, "The price of the dishes is 50 wen, and I will give you 30 wen per plate. 15 plates a day is..."

Jiusu said first: "450 Wen, one month is Wen, which is equivalent to 13 taels and 500 Wen."

The shopkeeper was amazed, and he fiddled with the abacus before he figured it out.

He nodded, his tone full of surprise: "That's right, girl, you are really amazing. If you come to my shop to work as an accountant, you will finish your account in one day."

I noticed that the accountant was looking at me with a hostile eye.

In fact, this is nothing new in modern times. Everyone can do these simple integer multiplication and division mental arithmetic.

Jiusu chuckled and said, "You're joking. I can't do accounts, but I can count. However, I have to trouble the shopkeeper to pay me ten taels in advance. I'm afraid you have already seen that I wear coarse cloth and my family is poor, so I don't have the money to buy materials."

Make an advance payment first, so that you can complete the system task and start the next task.

"Okay, I can give you the money, but you have to tell me your address so that I can find you if I need anything." The shopkeeper nodded.

"Chenjiacun, my name is Jiusu." Then, she reminded: "I will come early tomorrow morning, the shopkeeper can take a little more pig offal, I guess the price will go up in a few days."

"Thank you for your reminder, young lady." The shopkeeper gave her some money and said politely, "Take care."

At this time, Jiang Jing had also paid all the money.

The two of them walked in the same alley, Jiusu turned back and frowned: "Why are you following me?"