Wu Long was catching butterflies in the bushes, and the beavers were doing their best to build houses. Liang Qu stood by the pond and looked at the beavers, thinking of the fat catfish. The two water beasts he first controlled were also the most critical step to help him get rid of production. From the beginning of controlling the first water beast, he was destined to no longer need to drive the boat out to fish every day. Being able to control water beasts was actually the biggest help that Ze Ding gave him. To some extent, it was even more important than integrating Ze Ling. Everyone was fairly allocated 24 hours a day. If you have to work twice as hard to match others, it is equivalent to overdrawing other opportunity costs to barely achieve the status quo, and also prepaying the possibility of further progress - because there is not enough remaining time and energy. When you devote yourself to a new round of resource competition with insufficient time and energy, your disadvantages will be aggravated. You are not as clever as you can be, and I am not as clumsy as I wish. Many people cannot make any progress in their lives, not because of their own talents, but because the disadvantages of their own situation have accumulated to an irreparable level.
One step ahead, all steps ahead; one step behind, all steps behind. When he came back from Fengbu County that day, there were four martial artists in Hebo who wanted to join him. Even though Liang Qu could not remember their names now, he roughly understood their intentions. They wanted to make up for their disadvantages by building connections. There were too many people like this. Some succeeded, some failed. Liang Qu was lucky to open up another channel, and walked more easily and comfortably. … On the painting boat. The windows were wide open, and seven or eight ice tables were bubbling with cold air, blocking the heat waves on the river. On the nanmu table, the boiling red oil was emitting billowing hot steam, and everyone kept chopsticks, their faces flushed from the spiciness. Today is June 30th, the day for a small meeting. Liang Qu was familiar with it, and boldly asked everyone to try his hot pot, and all kinds of flavors gathered. Everyone discussed the harvest in June and summed up the experience. They tasted such a novel "hot pot" for the first time and ate it enthusiastically. Ke Wenbin shouted: "I unilaterally announce that there will be hot pot at every monthly gathering in the future. Who is in favor and who is against?" "I vote in favor!" Xiang Fangsu drank a mouthful of iced sour plum soup and exhaled deeply, "It's delicious. This 'hot pot' recipe was thought up by Ah Shui alone?" "If Brother Xiang hasn't tasted the same thing somewhere else, it should be." Liang Qu smiled. Ran Zhongshi was amazed: "Brother Liang caught two members of the Ghost Mother Sect two days ago, but it was not as exciting as this pot of soup today. I ate it happily!" "Speaking of this, I am really envious. That day, Xiang Fangsu and I went to the big lake to search for so long, but we only found a small base of the Ghost Mother Sect. I never thought that Brother Liang would run into two on the road and get a great achievement for nothing."
"It's not something to be envious of. Being ambushed is much more dangerous than ambushing others." Ke Wenbin laughed: "That's right. Compared to being ambushed, I still prefer to ambush others." Xu Yuelong picked up a piece of fish fillet and tasted it carefully, analyzing the flavor of the spices in it one by one. "I tasted a lot of spices, angelica, licorice... Did you add tonics to the soup base of the mushroom? Wolfberry, red dates, Codonopsis..." Liang Qu gave a thumbs up. "Brother Yuelong is amazing! He has a keen eye!" Warriors have a much better sense of taste than ordinary people. Which of the children of the noble families present has not been trained since childhood. Liang Qu had studied medicine and pharmacology in a clinic, let alone everyone else. He could open a clinic to support himself. He could analyze everything by tasting it. "A pot of soup is not cheap, right?" Ran Zhongshi estimated silently. He was in charge of logistics, and he couldn't help but estimate the value of things when he saw them. There were many spices in Dashun, but they were not cheap enough to be bought casually in later generations. Just talking about the butter, ordinary people would not be willing to use such a big piece, not to mention that it would be wasted after eating a pot. "Well, the ingredients for a pot of soup alone, all of which add up to about one tael and one penny." Spices and medicinal materials are inseparable, only the methods of use and preparation are different. The more expensive the medicinal materials, the more expensive the spices. Liang Qu is willing to use the ingredients for his own consumption, so the price will not be cheap. Please visit the latest address If you really want to buy the current hot pot, it is actually a "rich man's" diet. It is difficult to make a profit by opening a restaurant in Yixing Town, you have to be in Pingyang County. Xiang Fangsu looked up from the pots and bowls: "A Shui, have you ever thought about selling the recipe?" "I have, but I haven't figured out how to sell it, and I don't have time to find someone for the time being." The hot pot recipe is not a big deal. A warrior with a sensitive tongue can easily distinguish the general formula. I'll try it myself later, maybe I can make it taste better. It's mainly better than novelty. Dashun is in a clear rising period, with social stability, outward acquisition, a surge in the variety of spices, and a continuous emergence of various delicacies. But no one dares to try hot pot, a "spice master". Rather than selling the recipe, it's better to say it's selling ideas. "Sell it to me!" Xiang Fangsu put down his chopsticks, "My father is a foodie. He has a ranch in the north. He can't finish eating beef and mutton every year. There are seven restaurants in the imperial capital. Give me the recipe and let my father try it later. The business will definitely be good." Ran Zhongshi and others nodded.
Most of the food at the last party was prepared by Xiang Fangsu, because he was the best at food. Liang Qu hesitated for a moment: "That's fine, but how do you want to buy it, Brother Xiang?" "Brothers should not do business together, it is easy to ruin their relationship. Let's not do the profit-sharing thing, it won't work out and we will get tired of each other. You name a number and I will buy the recipe and I will never say anything. If you can use it in your own shop in the future, don't sell it to others." Liang Qu thought about it and tentatively reported a number: "Five hundred taels?" Xiang Fangsu was stunned and he also hesitated. If Liang Qu agreed to the price, the business would be booming in the future, and it is hard to guarantee that there would be unpleasantness and feel cheated. If the other party offers the price himself, there will be no problem. Everyone is not a child and can be responsible for themselves. Although they regret it, they will not have any grudges. It's just... Five hundred taels, it's too low. Xiang Fangsu didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand and raised it. "Then...one thousand taels?" Xiang Fangsu raised it again. "Uh..." ... On the pier, Liang Qu stroked the thick paper banknotes in his arms with his fingertips, and couldn't believe it. Five thousand taels! He sold a hot pot recipe for 5,000 taels! Is an idea so profitable? The entire middle-level martial arts thunder seal method is only 3,400 taels, and a hot pot recipe can more than buy a middle-level martial arts! Liang Qu suspected that he had opened up another brand new road - Dashun Xiaodangjia! Speaking of which, he also has a fried chicken recipe, I wonder if Xiang Fangsu will accept it? With a huge sum of money in his arms, Liang Qu was very happy. After an auction, his wallet was empty, and his whole body only had 300 taels. Now he is rich again, richer than ever before! Comfortable! Liang Qu took the reins handed by the servant and rode up Chishan to go home. Pushing open the door and going around the shadow wall, the candlelight was still on in the west wing. The old monk now works late into the night every day, and even seems to have forgotten the original purpose of looking for the evil monk. Hearing the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening.
The great way is still more fascinating! Liang Qu handed the horse rope to Fan Xinglai, and was about to wash up and go to bed when the door of the west wing suddenly opened. The old monk crossed the threshold with his rosary and clasped his hands together. "Donor, I have studied for many days and have learned a little."