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The entrance of Wolong Village, which was originally deserted, suddenly became a popular check-in spot for internet celebrities.

Every morning, servants from the wealthy families in the city came to buy popsicles.

Liao Hua initially wanted to make more iron tubes and popsicles, but was stopped by Zhuge Tian.

Zhuge Tian felt that if the needs of all the nobles in Xiangyang were met at once, they would no longer feel the novelty.

It’s first come first served now, and we only sell a little over a hundred a day.

Let some people buy it and some people can’t.

Only those who cannot buy it will think about buying it all the time, and the more they cannot buy it, the more they want to buy it.

He didn't even know that this had a special name before the end of the world, called hunger marketing.

"A place where people drink tea is called a teahouse, and a place where people drink wine is called a winehouse. Shouldn't we give this a name?" Zhuge Liang suggested as he looked at the place where they sold popsicles.

"I think it's okay. What should we call it?" Zhuge Tian thought for a while but couldn't come up with a good name, so he said, "Everyone think of one word each."

Zhuge Liang first said: "There is honey in it, I think there should be a word for honey."

Gan Ning thought for a moment and said, "Let's add the word 'snow' to the ice cream we sell."

"What?" Liao Hua said in protest: "It sounds better to call this thing a popsicle. I think it should have the word 'ice' in it."

"Mi, Xue, Bing?" Zhuge Tian looked at them and said, "Call me Mi Xue Bing Si?"

"This is a good name!" Zhuge Liang and the other two nodded together, and then the name was decided.

He asked a carpenter to make a plaque, and Zhuge Liang wrote four big characters on it and hung it up.

Looking at the people who came to buy popsicles below Mixue Ice Shop, Zhuge Tian said:

"Kong Ming, find a few people who are quick and clever, and I will teach them how to cook."

"Brother, you want to pass on your skills to them?" Zhuge Liang was stunned.

"Well, you see, there are quite a lot of people at the village entrance now. These people came from Xiangyang this morning, and many of them lined up until noon."

"Don't underestimate them because they are servants of wealthy families. They are not poor. They buy our ten-cent bowl of sweet soup just by asking."

Zhuge Tian never misses any opportunity to make money.

Mosquitoes are meat no matter how small they are.

Teach a few people how to cook, and then buy pork and mutton every day and sell it to these people at three or four times the cost price.

Many of these items are purchased by various prefectures.

Although it's a little bit of deduction, it's still a lot of money.

They may still have to be cautious inside Xiangyang City.

But when they come to Wolong Village, and we know that there are delicious foods here, are you afraid that they won’t pay?

"Okay." Zhuge Liang said with some admiration.

Many people are very proud of their cooking skills, but I never expected that my cousin would be willing to teach everyone his superb cooking skills.

There is no need to build a restaurant. Just put up two thatched sheds to provide shade, and then put tables, chairs and benches in them, and you'll be all set.

There was no need to advertise or anything. At lunch time, Liao Hua, Gan Ning and others were asked to set up a table and eat as much as they wanted.

Those who came to buy popsicles nearby came up after smelling the scent.

"What are you eating?" a young man in plain clothes came up and asked with a bow.

Gan Ning and Liao Hua looked at him and then looked at each other.

The two of them noticed the problem at first glance.

Although this young man was dressed in cloth, the people following him seemed to respect him.

They all stood in positions that seemed to protect him.

In addition, when I glanced at his hands when he bowed just now, it was obvious that he had not done any work.

All of this shows that this young man is not simple.

But it doesn't matter to the two of them.

As long as you don't go into the village to inquire, everyone outside is a guest.

"Today we have braised spare ribs and steamed pork with salted vegetables, and this one is stir-fried duck with ginger. The braised spare ribs are the tenderest ones..."

Gan Ning is different from Liao Hua. He likes to eat and cook, so he can introduce it very clearly.

Every time he mentioned a dish, the young man listening would swallow his saliva.

When he finished speaking, the young man pointed to a wooden sign hanging on the side and asked, "So I can eat these here at this price today?"

He can even read, so it seems he is a young man from Xiangyang.

Liao Hua nodded: "Yes, these dishes can be different every day. The portion is probably what we eat. You can ask someone to order what you want."

"Order? Okay, I'll order!" The young man pointed at the dishes on the sign. "One of each, please. Also, do you have any wine? If you do, please give me some."

"Okay! Wait." Liao Hua responded and walked into the village.

Zhuge Tian is still the chef, and his apprentices will not be able to become chefs so soon.

Asking them to cook for guests outside now would ruin their reputation.

When I heard Liao Hua say that a young man came and ordered all the dishes, I knew that the fat sheep had arrived.

When I heard that the other party wanted to drink, I thought about it and went to the store to get a bottle of Erguotou.

"Put the wine in a bowl and buy it for one liter and one guan. If he wants it, sell it to him."

This half-pound bottle of Erguotou is a little more than one liter in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

"Okay!" Liao Hua poured the wine into a measuring vessel made of a bamboo tube.

When filled up it is exactly one liter.

Pour the liter of wine into the bowl, and drink the rest into your mouth.

Zhuge Tian smiled bitterly.

"You and Xingba must have worked hard on your trip to Xiangyang a few days ago. You two can each have a bottle, and the brothers who followed you can each have half a bottle."

"Let me make it clear first, you two shouldn't try to rob those brothers."

"From what you said, it's as if Xingba and I are bandits! Don't worry, we can't do that!"

Liao Hua patted his chest and made the promise.

Soon several dishes were ready, and Liao Hua brought people to serve them out.

"This wine is not just any wine, it's top-grade Erguotou. This liter costs one tael of wine. Do you want to drink it?"

The young man just smelled it and nodded with a smile on his face.

"Yes, yes! Let me taste it."

Who is this young man?

It was Liu Biao’s eldest son, Liu Qi.

The children of Liu Biao all love drinking.

Cao Pi specifically recorded this incident in his "Classics on Wine".

It is said that they each had three cups, the largest being Bo Ya, the second being Zhong Ya, and the smallest being Ji Ya; the three cups could hold seven liters, six liters, and five liters of wine respectively.

One liter in the Eastern Han Dynasty is equivalent to 200 milliliters in modern times.

These three elegant wine glasses became the origin of the term "elegance and generosity".

Being able to drink any of the three cups of wine without getting drunk is called "magnanimity".

Later, "yaliang" came to mean something like being magnanimous, which was an extended meaning derived by later generations.

This shows that the people in Liu Biao's family can drink very well.

When Liu Qi saw the good wine, he picked it up and was about to drink it, but was stopped by Liao Hua.

"This wine is much stronger than ordinary wine and more intoxicating."

"Strong liquor is good, I like strong liquor." After saying that, Liu Qi took a sip.

"hiss……"

"what……"

His face turned red immediately, but unlike Liao Hua and the others who drank strong liquor for the first time, he was not choked.

He just breathed twice and his face turned red, that's all.

"Good wine!"

Liu Qi exclaimed in admiration, looked at the table full of dishes, and asked the guards accompanying him to sit down and eat with him.

He just guarded the bowl of wine in front of him and refused to share any of it.

"Master, son..."

By the time the meal was over, Liu Qi, who prided himself on his alcohol tolerance, was so drunk that he couldn't even lift his head.

"It's okay, I can still...drink..."

Liu Qi raised his head and said, "Don't forget to pay. Buy another one... and bring it to father."

After saying that, he lay down on the table again.

The guards had no choice but to put him on the carriage and bring him money and a food box.

The lunch box obviously contained food, which was poured out and given to Liao Hua and the others, who were then asked to make another portion of the dish on the sign and put it in the lunch box.

I ordered two liters of wine.