Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

The prince came in person, and to discuss the locust recycling matter. This matter itself was strange, so Zhao Guangyi was naturally extra careful in his words.

In particular, he himself did not know the true meaning of Zhao Sheng's purchase of locusts.

"Tell me the truth, I don't think you're someone who could accomplish such a great feat. Are you from the Zhao family, a prominent clan in Zhao County? Or is it someone else?"

Zhao Hui was getting a little impatient. The tea in the county government office was not good and the water was a bit bitter. Seeing Zhao Guangyi's shifty look, he asked directly.

Zhao Guangyi was completely confused. Zhao Sheng was a member of the royal family. How could the third prince not know about such a big thing?

"This is a bit strange. Zhao didn't tell me about this and just said it was useful. I think it was probably a pretext out of pity for the people!"

After thinking it over again and again, he decided to keep Zhao Sheng's affairs secret. Even if it was known in the future, it would have nothing to do with him, so it made sense to say so.

"Such a big thing, and your officials don't know about it?"

Zhao Guangyi heard this and asked, "Do I really have to know this? What good will it do me if I know this?"

Seeing that the county magistrate didn't say much, Zhao Hui sighed and said, "Forget it. Find me a place to rest tonight. I will return to the capital to report tomorrow!"

The third prince has actually been named Prince of Yan. Recently, the princess is pregnant with her second child and is staying in Beijing to recuperate. The emperor did this to let him go back and see his wife.

But he knew nothing about Zhao Sheng's affairs. However, he knew that his elder brother was framed, but unfortunately he was powerless to do anything. He thought it would be better not to get involved in these things!

Zhao County is poor to begin with, and although there are inns, they are not very good. Fortunately, stir-frying has become popular in Zhao County recently, especially some dishes stir-fried with soybean oil, which taste oily but not greasy.

As a local official, Zhao Guangyi could not be too stingy. He had to set up a table of fine food and sent someone to inform Zhao Sheng.

Zhao Sheng sent someone to bring a verbal message, saying that there was a royal order that the princes did not need to meet privately, and that he was in Zhao County and the King of Yan was not aware of it.

With such a reply, Zhao Guangyi spoke more carefully.

But there were a few dishes in the evening that were not available in Yanjing, which made Zhao Hui ask questions non-stop.

"This dish should be loach, right? You, the county magistrate, are quite courageous to serve this dish to me. However, it tastes delicious."

"Hmm? This is very strange, could it be..."

Zhao Hui probably realized that the eel was cut into shreds, and after removing the bones, it was cut into large pieces. The eel shreds were fat enough to hold the sauce in the seasoning, and the taste was also unique.

"This crispy dish seems to have some doubanjiang on it. Could it be soybeans?"

These were foods he had never eaten in the past, but today they were all on the table in Zhao County. Fortunately, the tofu was not recognized, otherwise Zhao Hui would have been furious.

But he later thought that these dishes tasted very delicious, and it was rare for a chef to cook to such a level.

"County Magistrate Zhao, this cook is quite good. How about giving him to me to take back with me?"

"Your Highness, I borrowed this cook just to entertain you. I can't decide if I want him back!"

It was rare for Zhao Hui to ask for something, but Zhao Guangyi couldn't make the decision. Zhao Hui felt embarrassed for a moment, but after reflection, he felt that they could discuss it.

"How about you talk to the chef's owner and see if it's feasible for him to transfer the business to me?"

Zhao Guangyi thought, this is a matter between you brothers, it has nothing to do with me. Although he thought so in his heart, he agreed with his mouth.

The next day, the little chef was originally an orphan. After a year of learning cooking from Zhao Sheng, he was about to be taken away and felt a little reluctant.

"Second boy, being a chef is the same no matter where you are. This prince is just in love with him for a while. When you go there, you must learn to cook well from other chefs. If you do it well, it will be a skill. You will never go hungry in the future."

He then wrote a letter to Zhao Guangyi, which roughly meant that the prince would no longer need Wang Xiaoer in the future and must release him. As long as it was not a capital crime, please do not make things difficult for the child.

Wang Xiaoer was only fifteen years old that year.

Zhao Sheng was also helpless. Although the third prince had no grudge against him, he did not want Zhao Hui to know that he was alive.

Wang Xiaoer went to the capital with Zhao Hui, and left with the secret.

The Zhao family of Zhao County is a big family and also the national surname. Although it is a branch, Zhao County is the origin of the Zhao surname. Therefore, under normal circumstances, no one dares to make things difficult for the Zhao family.

Tofu and bean sprouts are just minor soy products. Mr. Zhao is not stupid. He taught these production methods to the Zhao family in Zhao County, helping them to make a living.

The foods that really make money are soybean oil and protein meat, and the by-products soybean cake and soybean dregs are also made into different foods.

Moreover, these foods are particularly mysterious and are said to be specially supplied by the military.

The six countries around sent many people to investigate, but in the end some people could not resist the temptation of money and secretly took some back.

In fact, this is just a baked food made by Zhao Sheng using the residue left over from pressing soybean oil and mixing it with locusts. It involves some technology and hard work, so the taste is extraordinary.

Because it is a ready-to-eat food, it is not an exaggeration to call it military food. It can be eaten directly or soaked in water. In Zhao County, beggars passing by can eat it, but it is sold abroad at a very high price.

Another group of traveling doctors went around spreading the word that a high-protein food spread from Zhao County, called Youfu brand protein biscuits, could improve one's physique if consumed properly.

"My dear nephew! We made a lot of money from the Youfu brand cookies you made this time, and the villagers affected by the disaster also benefited from it."

Zhao Guangyi distributed enough food for the next season to help local villagers who were affected by the disaster without using a single cent from the national treasury. The people of Zhao County sent umbrellas to the county government.

Zhao Guangyi was not a fool, he did not dare to accept this generous gift, he could only say that it was a donation from the Zhao family that enabled the people to have extra food to eat.

In the blink of an eye, autumn turned to winter. The city wall of Zhao County was still as strong as usual, but the city wall of Dingzhou, which was repaired by those merchants, had large cracks in several places and was even in danger of collapse.

"Master Zhao, you must save us! If there's any problem with these city walls, we'll be beheaded."

The speculative businessmen in Zhao County knew that Zhao Sheng's white lime was of good quality, and someone spread the word that the white lime could repair cracks.

"You think too highly of me, Zhao. Luckily, I still have some white ash left. I'll have my people repair it for you. However, you'll have to settle the cost of the labor and materials with them."

During the slack season, Zhao Sheng would organize people to burn cement in the kiln factory. Of course, large gray bricks were also produced and burned. After all, these were good building materials.

In fact, the materials used by those merchants were not that bad. The main problem was that they were built at the wrong time. They used inferior earth and cement to build the city walls in the middle of winter, which was difficult to solidify.

As winter passes and spring comes and summer turns, how can there not be quality problems?

So, just in the autumn, the villagers in Shigang Village who had nothing to do took their materials and went there, got paid first and then worked. They earned quite a bit and handed over some of the provident fund to the village, and the extra money was theirs.