Chapter 790 Opening

   Past life, domestic.

   Ginseng originated in Taihang, but the ginseng in Taihang disappeared and was lit up.

   So the target shifted, from Taihang to Changbai.

   Then, after hundreds of years of unremitting digging, the landrace ginseng (wild) was almost exhausted.

  Although theoretically there are definitely, or even quite a few, hidden in unknown corners, or in mountain crevices, caves, etc., but in practice, wild ginseng can indeed be regarded as gone.

   But this kind of thing, there is no need to popularize it to two complete laymen.

  In the following journey, I didn't encounter any of the seven herbs, but I did encounter three of the eighteen herbs. How many taels should they be worth?

   On the fourth day, the three returned again.

   In addition to more prey than last time, what Xu Guangling brought back was a basket of "herbs".

   And on the third day after they returned, in front of Shanhuo Trading Street, there were many food stalls, and a new stall was opened.

   There is also a booth fee here, one or two silver a month!

   Together with the pots and pans prepared earlier, the silver in Xu Tonghui's hand spilled out like running water, "Master, we only have thirty taels of silver!"

   He was a little anxious.

  From two hundred taels to thirty taels, he had every reason to be anxious. In particular, in the past few days, it took a hundred to dozens of taels!

   This is faster than throwing silver into the water!

   At this time, what he meant inside and outside of his words was that if it was not recorded again, probably the three of them would starve together.

  Sleep on the street is not good. ——I paid half a year's rent all at once!

   "Uncle Xu, don't worry, the old field will be useful, and the money will come back. From today, we will not spend money, we will make money." Xu Guangling said with a smile.

  Tian Hao: Meow Meow Meow? ? ?

   But Tian Hao is still very confident.

   He has no confidence in himself, but he has confidence in the young master.

   On the street, a large pot was built directly on the ground. Of course, the movable one, the support is stone and soil, and the pot can be lifted directly.

   There are several kinds of game such as pheasant and wild duck cooked in the pot.

   Knowing that they are selling this kind of thing, the stall owners of the left and right stalls laughed meaningfully, and they had a sense of superiority in IQ.

   One of the old men kindly advised: "There were people like you who sold these things before."

   "What happened later?" Xu Tonghui asked.

   "Afterwards, there is no afterward. It took about three or four days to sell, right?" After saying this, he turned to the neighboring stall for confirmation.

  The stall owner of the neighboring stall nodded, "Yes, it took three or four days, and then the stall was demolished, and the pots, firewood, and all those were sold to other stalls at a low price."

   Tian Hao smiled stupidly, looked left and right for a long time, and then said: "We are different! Wait a moment, the neighbors are next to each other, if you want to eat, big guy, it will be cheaper for you!"

"Ha ha."

"hey-hey."

   Neighbors on the left and right, give a warm response.

  Probably, if they were given money, they would probably give some face and a symbolic taste.

After    boiled, the water was directly changed, and the sewage was poured into a wooden bucket and was taken by Xu Tonghui and dumped in the back street.

   When adding water this time, a rather large gauze bag was put into the bottom of the pot. The old stall owner who was talking just now on the left saw sharp eyes, "Hey, boy, what is that?"

   He asked Tian Hao.

   "Herb bag, Shiquan Dabubao." Tian Hao said according to the inherent script.

   Shiquan Dabu?

   There is no such thing as this world or this place.

   Therefore, Tian Hao's words instantly caused a small sensation.

   "Herb bag?"

   "My dear, Shiquan Dabu?"

  The old man simply left his stall. He was selling needles, threads, brains and other daily necessities. There were not many customers at the moment, so he simply came to the front.

   There are several stall owners around like him.

   Then he spoke in succession.

   "Dabu? Is it really a dabu herb?"

   "Shiquan Dabu, is it true or false, what do you make up for?"

Tian Hao added firewood carefully, and then said with a smile: "Really, it's definitely a big tonic, like a fake replacement! If you don't really want money, you won't be charged a penny! Is it a big tonic, blood and qi, Bone and marrow, heart and brain, hands and feet!"

   "Ha, is this nonsense? There's no end to it!"

   "This is only eight supplements. What are the other two supplements?"

   There was a lot of noise.

   "We really can't think of two more, so let's leave it to you!" Tian Hao responded loudly, and no one could hear it.

  Boom!

   Hearing his words, a louder noise erupted, it was as if a spoonful of hot oil had been poured onto the fire.

   "Go, go! What kind of stall is this!"

   "Young man, if you set up a stall like this, who would eat you!"

   "Be honest!"

   Not long after, the surrounding people dispersed again, and after returning to their respective stalls, the eyes of these stall owners looking at this stall became even more bizarre.

   In the words of the earth, it is probably, "Are you guys sent by monkeys?"

  A lot of money to burn!

   Big guy, this is a fun time.

   And the statement of "Shiquan Dabu Herbal Pack" seems to be regarded as a hot news, and it is passed on one by one like a relay race by these stall owners, and it is estimated that the whole street will know about it soon.

   From the perspective of "advertising", their stall is undoubtedly very successful.

   However, it is a little regrettable that at this moment, the three of them are probably all put on the hat of "stupid".

   Two big fools and one small fool.

   Well, in addition to Tian Hao and Xu Tonghui, Xu Guangling also came.

He didn't take the book to read here. In other words, he hasn't seen a book since he came to this world. There is no bookstore in the Zhuang family. 's taste.

   Even the teachers who teach and teach in ethnic studies have only handwritten temporary textbooks, but no formal textbooks.

  Xu Guangling was standing behind the booth. He mainly started to use this herbal bag. He had to look at the finished product after cooking. Fortunately, he made some fine-tuning later, not only for the herbal bag, but also for these game dishes.

   types and how many.

   These are impossible to get right at once without experimentation.

   No matter how you fill up your skills in herbs, ingredients, cooking, etc., you won’t be able to.

   But it’s not enough to do it in one step, and it’s a normal operation, and it’s a matter of course.

  The water in the pot quickly boiled again, and not long after it boiled this time, a fragrance gradually came out from the pot, and gradually changed from light to thick.

   "Huh?" The old man in Zuotan sniffed.

   "Huh?" The man on the right side coughed lightly.

   And then to the left and then to the right, the eyes of many stall owners came to this stall again, and then the little old man from the left stall took the lead and gathered again in twos and threes to this stall.

   At this time, the aroma from the pot is already very strong.

   All the people who came to this stall kept sniffing their noses. Some movements were not obvious, while others put their whole faces on top of the cauldron.

   "Be careful, be careful, be careful, we only cook game, not people!" Xu Tonghui walked around the cauldron, drawing an invisible line, pushing back those who got too close.

   "We won't compensate you if you get too close and fall into the pot!"

   (end of this chapter)