While Jiannandao followed the merchants who were doing business with peace of mind, Nakayamamoto in the capital encountered the biggest problem in his life, yes, at least he thought so.
When he tried his best to suppress the price of radish seeds and small radishes, accidentally he got the news that Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan in Baoxin County sent people to Sinong Temple to buy all the radish seeds and Turnips are not allowed to fall one by one.
The price given can scare people to death. A seed is thirty wen, and a radish, no matter how big or small, is one hundred and fifty wen.
Where can I still buy radishes? How many seeds and radishes are there in Sinong Temple? Can the Zhang family really come up with such a large sum of money
Yamamoto didn't believe it. He felt that if everything were sold at the price stated by Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan, he wouldn't even think about it if he didn't have 500,000.
Does the Zhang Wang family have so much money that can be used immediately? Unless they are willing to sell Shuiyunjian.
So Yamamoto waited. When King Zhang and his family were unable to pay, he could continue talking with Jiang Cen, Shaoqing of Sinong Temple, hoping to buy more radishes and seeds at a lower price.
But today when he came back to spend money, he heard other people's whispered conversations. Just after hearing a sentence, he found it difficult.
"Have you heard? Shaoqing is going to sell both the seeds and carrots to King Zhang's family. If they can't be sold, they will be destroyed, so as not to let someone lose their temper and steal them and sell them to other people, the price is very low. kind."
As soon as Yamamoto entered the site of Sinong Temple, he heard these words from two people under the tree next to him.
Shocked in his heart, Yamamoto didn't care if anyone would be caught overheard. He quietly walked around to the other side of the big tree, and stood at the bottom of the tree, motionless, afraid that others would see it.
"I heard that, I don't know if they are crazy. They spend a lot of money on radishes that are of no use. Even if they can be used to make fish, they won't use so much."
This is another person's voice. The nasal sound is relatively heavy. You can tell it all at once. Yamamoto listened and wanted to tell the two people that Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan are not crazy. The two of them are shrewd. This radish can grow adult ginseng. How much is a ginseng
If they really collect both the radishes and seeds, then their family will not need to do anything else, just sell ginseng.
The two speaking people could not hear Yamamoto’s voice, so they continued to speak there. The first person to speak said to the other: “Actually, they can’t get so much cash at all now, but they have agreed with Shaoqing. If you don’t have the money, they will give the radish to Sinong Temple. It will be counted at this time next year."
"Really? You actually pressed Shuiyunjian? No wonder Shaoqing refused to let people without official positions go to look at the turnips today. It turned out to be the idea of Shuiyunjian. You said that if Shuiyunjian was given to Sinong Temple , Will we be able to eat good meals every day in the future?"
Another person started talking longingly. Yamamoto's heart became colder as he listened behind the tree, because he knew that it was impossible for King Zhang and his family to pay back the money. If this were the case, would he have no hope at all
Isn't that stolen knowledge useless? If it doesn't work, you have to think of something.
As he thought about it, Yamamoto quietly moved aside to find Jiang Cen. The two people didn't seem to know that he had come, and they were still talking about the secrets of Sinong Temple under the tree.
When Yamamoto took a lot of effort to find Jiang Cen, Jiang Cen was eating lunch, or dinner. Now this time makes it impossible to make a concrete judgment. Anyway, it is not a normal time to eat.
"Here?" Jiang Cen stopped his chopsticks, looked at Yamamoto, and greeted him casually like someone he knew very well.
Yamamoto has a feeling of vomiting blood. If he is so familiar, would he still spend a lot of money to come in? Seeing someone say hello, he smiled and replied: "Here."
After speaking, he quickly entered his identity, found a place to sit down, and watched Jiang Cen eat there. It would not be too late to wait for the other party to eat. It was still early before dark.
Jiang Cen just received a letter from Zhang Xiaobao this morning. The thing in the letter was to let him act in a play, just like the "drama" in Liyuan, but the requirements were very high. The acting went beyond the script and entered the real life. Only in the middle, if he can't, he can be replaced by another person.
Jiang Cen didn’t think that he was worse than others and that he could be an official, which one should not be a bit talented, so he decided to perform it himself. He skipped breakfast and rehearsed over and over again. With many people picking things up, he was finally considered to be something. If you are qualified, the time is now four quarters of the hour. The time that Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan understood is four o'clock in the afternoon, and the international one is six o'clock.
Eating at this time is indeed not regarded as lunch, but it has nothing to do with dinner, otherwise he will be hungry in the middle of the night, and Yamamoto will wait while spending money while he is rehearsing, and finally waited. I want to thank him for being smart enough. Otherwise, it may take a few days to rehearse with a clumsy person.
I babbled twice in my heart. Don’t think about acting now. It’s really like that. Jiang Cen became more composed, glanced at Yamamoto, and said, “I haven’t eaten breakfast yet? I didn’t eat either. I’m eating now. Let’s eat together. ?"
Yamamoto's smile hung on his face, he turned his head and looked at the window, and found that when it came another hour, it was dark. He pinched his thigh vigorously to confirm that he was not thinking, and then said, "No, I just woke up. I came here after a quick freshen up. There is no time for breakfast. Okay, let’s eat together."
When he said this, Yamamoto felt that he was sublimated, and he was able to tell the truth to others. He really didn’t eat breakfast or lunch. It wasn’t that he didn’t have time to eat, but he really couldn’t eat. There was something in his mind. Things are uncomfortable, and I haven't even drank two sips of water.
Jiang Cen gestured, and someone immediately brought another set of tableware. Yamamoto also sat opposite Jiang Cen, picked up his chopsticks and looked at the dishes on the table.
"Good thing, it turned out to be, what is this?" Yamamoto wanted to say something, but found that he didn't recognize many things, so he had to ask aloud.
"Come on, let me introduce to you, this salted radish, you don’t look like it, it’s because it didn’t look like a radish when it was cut, but it was cut like an eggplant. It’s actually a radish. Look carefully, because there are so many on it. A layer of sesame oil is used, so the texture is covered.
This is sour radish, just like salted radish, it is cut in the same way as eggplant. The person who cut it is not bad. When you look back and praise him, this is boiled radish. Don’t look at the slightest bit of it. In fact, it’s because it’s cooking. Before, it was specially cut with a knife, the advantage is that it cooks quickly.
You know it with just one plate. It doesn’t change its appearance. It is steamed radish, and it is used for dipping with miso. This one is fried radish with radish skins, this one is stewed radish with radish skins, and this one is..."
Jiang Cen took the trouble to introduce to Yamamoto, some of the radishes are invisible because of the skill of the cook, and the other part is easy to recognize.
Yamamoto finally knows what a table is. It turned out to be a full radish feast. The most disturbing thing for Yamamoto now is radishes. He saw a table full of radishes with various methods, and there were never heard of them. Stir-fried radish with radish peels and other dishes, looked in a daze, and asked:
"Why is it all carrots? Does Shaoqing like to eat them? There is another kind of carrots now called carrots, which is actually good. It tastes good if you deep-fry it."
Yamamoto has never eaten deep-fried carrots.
Jiang Cen didn't take it seriously. He took a sip of the radish soup and said to Yamamoto: "The radish is good, haven't you heard anyone say that the radish is a small ginseng, tonic, tonic."
Yamamoto shuddered when he heard the word ginseng. He is now afraid of the words radish and ginseng, because there is a connection between them, so he can't let others know about it.
Seeing Jiang Cen didn’t seem to know the relationship, Yamamoto breathed a sigh of relief. He also picked up a slice of steamed radish, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. It was a bit bitter, and a little bit spicy, and more. It’s sweet. The radish is steamed very noodles. I don’t know how it is steamed. It is the one with the skin. A slice that should have been round was cut from the middle. After eating the skin again, it was found that the skin was crispy. I don't know how it was steamed.
It seems that he has the same idea of why the radish skin is still crispy. Jiang Cen took another bite and said, "How about? Isn't it good? The skin is actually crispy. This is the skill of the champion building. It is too early to make it For dinner, let the champion building give a table.
Don’t underestimate a table of radishes. The price is not low. When you count it, you will get someone to give you money. At least 20 tongs will be charged. In fact, I feel aggrieved in my heart for the scenery of Shaoqing.
Who doesn't know the food in the champion building is delicious, but I can't afford it, so I can only try the cheaper ones occasionally. If it's a little bit more expensive, I don't dare to buy them. What do you mean by being alive? "
After Jiang Cen had finished speaking, he stopped eating, and shook his head and sighed, looking very miserable.
Jiang Cen didn't agree with it at all. He said, I still want to eat the things from the champion building every day, but are the good things there for ordinary people to eat? But what Jiang Cen said made Yamamoto's heart move.
After drinking two mouthfuls of fragrant radish soup, he said, "Does Master Shaoqing want to eat the Zhuangyuanlou food all over? Actually, it's not difficult."
"It's not difficult? How is it not difficult? Do you think that the champion building will look at my identity as Shaoqing and don't want my money?" Jiang Cen raised his head and asked suspiciously.
"Don't Shaoqing know that there is that kind of bitter radish in Sinong Temple? As long as Shaoqing is willing to sell it to me at a cheap price, I will leave the money saved for Shaoqing to eat in the champion building." Yamamoto boldly said , He felt that coming over this time was his last chance, and then leaving like the last time, he probably wouldn't expect to buy carrots again in the future.
Jiang Cen's face sank, "Don't you want to bribe the official? This official is dedicated to the country, how could it be possible to collect your money, Sinong Temple opened the door to do business, oh, no, it opened the door to let the people? Life is better, is this official the kind of person who sees gains and forgets righteousness? There are other officials who look to the official's example."
Yamamoto was shocked at the beginning. After listening to all Jiang Cen's words, he finally understood, and then said: "My lord is right. I am abrupt. It is not a bribe. It is for Sinong Temple to have more money for the people. What about doing things, my lord, how about five cents per seed? There will be five cents left at that time."
Shan instinctively understood why Jiang Cen had to say this, because there were other people nearby, and it would not be good for people to use this matter for impeachment. The price he gave was not high, and it was not comparable to what Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan gave. But he had other thoughts in his mind. The money from Wang Zhang's family was given to Sinong Temple, and his own money was given to you personally.
There are so many seeds for 30 cents apiece, but how much can you make? I am giving five questions. You can leave five words for yourself by selling one pill. This is the difference, let alone turnips.
At this moment, the two people standing next to each other turned their heads and kept silent. They just looked at Jiang Cen and Yamamoto, and seemed to want to hear more from the mouths of the two people.
Jiang Cen's eyes swayed from side to side, and he coughed and said, "What you said is that the seeds of this radish are delicious when steamed. Even if it is five cents, I would like to buy it?"
"Exactly." Yamamoto was very cooperative.
"That's it, first sell you one thousand tablets, and sell one thousand tablets for one settlement, Yang Yang, I will leave the matter to you." Jiang Cen agreed.
The person he was talking about was the one standing on his left, and when he was listening, his ears could still move a few times.
Yang Yang was obviously unwilling to sell, and said to Jiang Cen: "My lord, Zhang Wang's family bought both the carrot seeds and the carrots, and the price is not low. If it is cheaper to sell to others, in case they know about it. , It’s not easy to handle, and the people in Sinong Temple, they are all waiting for the money from King Zhang’s family to be given at this time next year, so that they can do big things."
The meaning in Yangyang’s words is already very clear, that is, if you have benefited, what will others do? This other person is me, can't let me do things for nothing, right
"This... Brother Yamamoto, look, how should I do this?" Jiang Cen could not continue to demand, and asked Yamamoto.
Yamamoto couldn't wait to choke this Yang Yang to death. You, a small official, also wanted to join in the fun, secretly regretting it, and told Jiang Cen when he knew that he had picked one when there were no others.
Looking at Jiang Cen, then at the two people standing next to him, Yamamoto gritted his teeth and said, "I guess if you buy a seed from Wuwen and use it for steaming, you can still have ten words left. It's just that a thousand grains are too few. It’s not as good as one million grains. Give the money first, and then get the seeds. I’ll just take a bite.”
Yamamoto mentioned the price of fifteen articles, and the money needed to buy one million is 15,000 ginseng, which is quite a lot. He is also prepared to make only one sale, and first go back and turn one million seeds into ginseng as soon as possible. , Only turnips will not be collected.
Although he knew his price had been said, Yang Yang disagreed, and said: "There were few people in Sinong Temple. After all, there was not much to do, but now there are not many. It is estimated that there are 500 people in the school. People, it’s not easy on weekdays. It’s hard to do things even when it’s windy and rainy.”
Another official from the Sinong Temple nearby also echoed at this time. "It's exactly that there are too many people now, and sometimes even people who cook are complaining. Looking at the large carts of vegetables they bought, it turns out that they are not enough. Pause, money, it’s all money."
Yamamoto's face was embarrassed at this time. He wanted to agree and felt that he was under too much pressure to add more money. If he didn't want to take it, he was afraid that two people would leak things out. Then don't want to buy anything at this price. Up.
Just when he hesitated to add a little more, Jiang Cen put down his chopsticks and said to him: "Brother Yamamoto, it's better to save 20 liters, but this year's turnips did not grow well, and he died five thousand. How about steaming it for Brother Yamamoto together?"
This is the match. Five thousand radishes are given for free, but the price is even higher, so you should make a profit.
Yamamoto calculated it. If it’s 25 cents to buy a radish seed, the extra 10,000 will be spent. According to the money given by Zhang Wang’s family, one hundred and fifty cents a radish. If you want to make a profit, at least It costs 100,000 radishes, which is fifteen thousand radishes.
But this amount of money can't be counted. After thinking about it, gritted his teeth and said: "Twenty thousand dead radishes, I want to steam them."
"Okay, twenty thousand." Jiang Cen also agreed, and then looked at Yamamoto and said nothing.
Yamamoto understood that the other party was waiting to see the money, so he greeted him and left.
Yamamoto still made a lot of arrangements in this capital. He said that he took 25,000 and took it out. In one case, he didn’t even have silk. It was all copper coins. The carts and carts were delivered to Sinong the next day. In the temple.
It was not Jiang Cen who received him this time, nor did he see two people yesterday, but another official from Sinong Temple. As soon as he saw Yamamoto, he greeted him with a smile on his face and ordered the number of people. In fact, there is no need for one by one. To check, just weigh the weight.
After weighing it, it is slightly heavier than normal. Normally, the rope for stringing copper coins is also heavy. It is light or light, but it cannot hold much.
"Prince Yamamoto, please come with me." The official who received Yamamoto happily took Yamamoto back. After turning around two places, he came to a large courtyard. The ability to occupy a courtyard in the capital shows the ability of Sinong Temple. What happened.
As soon as the two arrived, the host yelled to the house next to him: "Come here, bring up the radish seeds and radishes that Mr. Yamamoto wants. Have you prepared them?"
There immediately replied, "Don't worry, I've done it for Young Master Yamamoto long ago. I have burned a piece of my hair. I'm suffering."
Hearing the words from the house, Yamamoto, who should have been happy, always felt that something was wrong, and when he looked at the next row of smoking houses, his heart became more uneasy.
After waiting for a long time, the first few pots of radish were lifted out. The first few pots were not bad. They still smelled like radishes. Steamed, the taste of radish seeds was also passed on. It's a bit pungent.
A pot of pot was carried into the courtyard in this way, and some of them were still steaming. The person who delivered the radish to the receptionist Yamamoto said politely, “I guess this courtyard can’t fit. Some of them must be transported away first. People help to steam it, Yamamoto, don't worry, I guess it's almost done steaming, and it won't take too long."
The sky fell, the ground fell, and the day turned into night. Yamamoto's eyes were full of small stars, the kind of twinkling, his mouth opened and his smiling face disappeared.
"Master Yamamoto, Master Yamamoto, don’t you think we’re doing so good? It’s okay, but the above said, Yamamoto likes to eat carrots, tonic, and ginseng-like, but now it’s still good. Before that time, it’s okay. When we steamed, we left a gap in the middle of each radish, and then dried it in the sun to ensure that it would not be bad for a long time.
It's like making red ginseng. It works. The son can't finish it at a time. You can keep it and eat it slowly. With so many radishes, the son will have to eat for a while even if he finds a hundred people. "
The person in charge of receiving Yamamoto also praised himself, and the person carrying the radish also showed the expression that we were doing things well.
Yamamoto stood in front of the cooked radish, motionless, even without blinking his eyes. If it weren't for the violent ups and downs of his chest and the bleeding from his nose, it would be easy for people to think he was a wooden person.
"How come it was steamed? I want raw radishes, not cooked ones. I will steam them slowly after I go back." Yamamoto began to mumble incoherently.
"My son, it can't be steamed slowly. After a period of time, the radish can't be eaten. Biting it in the mouth is like chewing a white dice. The son finds a car by himself or we send a car to transport it. Where?"
The person in charge of receiving Yamamoto asked kindly.
"Where's Jiang Cen Shaoqing? I want to see him." Yamamoto didn't plan to collect so many cooked radish and radish seeds. He had to grow adult ginseng. How to grow the cooked radish
"In response to the son, the adults have gone to see the people of Wang Zhang's family. The people sent by the two said that they wanted to take away all the radish and radish seeds. It should be arranged for someone to check the number. Thanks to the son in time, otherwise it would be returned. It's really impossible to get so many radish and radish seeds out.
I’m not sure when I’m waiting. I’m afraid that the people from Wang Zhang’s family will find out. Will the son hurry up and let someone take the two things away? People from Zhang Wang's family can walk around in Sinong Temple at will. "
The person in charge looked a little anxious and urged.
Yamamoto wanted to turn himself into a radish, then climbed into the pot by himself, steamed himself, and wiped the nosebleeds with his hands. Yamamoto said to the person in charge: "This is not what I want, I can't take it away. , What I want is raw, what's the use of cooked?"
"Don’t the son want to eat steamed radish? It’s something other people use? Oh, why didn’t the son say it earlier? It's late now, and part of the money is probably going to the good account. I can’t repay the son, the raw radish. And radish seeds also let the people of Wang Wang's family show how good this is, how good this is."
The person in charge rubbed his hands and spoke anxiously, and the people circled Yamamoto.
At this moment, Jiang Cen finally showed up and looked very nervous. He came in from outside the yard and said as soon as he saw Yamamoto, "Brother Yamamoto, hurry up and take things away. The people from Wang Zhang's family said that he was going to Sinong Temple. Take a look and see where their money is spent."
"I don't want so many cooked radishes, I want them to be raw, my money..." Yamamoto saw the arrival of the Lord and made his request.
"I'll talk about this later, take away all the radishes in the yard, and talk about it later." Jiang Cen calmly said and gestured for others to move quickly.