As long as a city has an adequate supply of these three commodities: food, salt, and cloth, there will be no chaos.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Yangzhou returned to its former prosperity.
People on the street seemed to appear out of thin air. The entrances of major grain stores, salt stores, and cloth stores were all lined with people.
They are all here to buy.
Later, when people found that they couldn't buy enough things no matter how much they bought, they became more confident and started doing their own things, which relieved the pressure of panic buying.
Zuo Xiang is also in Yangzhou and very busy.
"Commander, this is the account book. The harvest from this trip is amazing. The salt merchants of Lianghuai and Huaihe are as rich as the country. They really deserve their reputation."
Zuo Mengeng looked at the account books in person and couldn't help but be surprised.
All the Qin and Jin salt merchants were wiped out and then raided.
The amount of cash seized from these merchants' homes alone amounted to seven hundred thousand taels.
In addition, it is impossible to count the gold and silver jewelry, antique calligraphy and painting, silk and satin, rare treasures and so on without more than a month's effort.
Even Zuo Mengeng couldn't help but feel excited after seeing the accounts.
If this is copied somewhere in the future...
Fortunately, he quickly came to his senses and realized that this banditry was not advisable.
But with this wealth that came out of thin air, many things can be done.
Zuo Mengeng looked at Fu Yijian.
"How about you become the mayor of Yangzhou?"
Fu Yijian was shocked, not expecting that this matter would fall on him.
"Commander, by your side..."
Fu Yijian felt a little reluctant to give up.
As Zuo Mengeng's attendant, he has great power and influence.
There are seven-rank officials in front of the prime minister, and he, the director of the attendant's office, is even more powerful.
Once you leave Zuo Mengeng's side, it's like losing the vines of a big tree, and you always feel unconfident.
But Fu Yijian did not hesitate for too long.
His predecessor Fu Yusun is an example.
Obviously Zuo Mengeng didn't intend to let anyone stay by his side for too long.
This is a way to balance power, and it also gives the secretary a certain amount of room for advancement.
Although he has great power by always staying by Zuo Mengeng's side, he can only hide it behind the scenes, and his status is not high in the final analysis.
But after being released, as long as you have enough ability, you will definitely have a bright future.
For example, Fu Yusun is now a prince, and he will be able to become the prime minister in the future.
He cares more about other things.
"If I leave, who will take over?"
A young man with a tall figure and sharp eyebrows and starry eyes walked behind Zuo Mengeng.
"Senior, I am Fu Xinyuan, the new director of the commander's attendant's office. Please give me your advice."
Seeing this person, not only Fu Yijian, Li Banghua, Wang Yun and Qu Shishu also looked at each other.
This person...
Where did it come from?
As the commander-in-chief, Zuo Menggeng must be the center of attention, and the smallest thing around him will be infinitely magnified by countless pairs of eyes.
But no one has ever seen this new Fu Xinyuan, and no one knows what his resume is.
But since he can become the director of Zuo Menggen's attendant room, he is obviously his absolute confidant.
This commander's control ability... is really amazing.
Among these people, Fu Yijian was the most frightened.
He followed Zuo Mengeng all the time, claiming to be the person who knew the commander best.
But now a completely unfamiliar person appeared and took his place, but he didn't even notice the slightest movement.
Does he really understand this commander-in-chief?
Fu Yijian suppressed his panic and put on a smile.
"Your surname is Fu too? Maybe five hundred years ago, we were the same family."
"Maybe."
Fu Xinyuan was taciturn and obviously did not want to have too much interaction with Fu Yijian.
Discovering this, Fu Yijian was secretly upset.
Why did it lose its dimension?
"Come with me, let's hand over the work."
The change of secretaries around Zuo Mengeng was supposed to be a very important event. But everything happened very quickly, without giving the outside world any chance to react.
As for the newly appointed Fu Xinyuan, someone immediately began to investigate his situation.
But after a lot of work, they could only find out helplessly that they could not find any clues about Fu Xinyuan.
This man seemed to have jumped out of the cracks in the rocks.
The first thing Fu Xinyuan did after taking office was to recommend a kind of food to Zuo Mengeng.
"On my way here, I ate a kind of noodles in the city. The taste is secondary. I just thought it could be used in the army."
Just the words "can be used in the military" are enough to attract Zuo Menggeng's attention.
In the afternoon, Zuo Mengeng and his party appeared at a street stall.
Accompanying him were Huang Sanhu, Fu Gang and other generals.
The noodle vendor had never seen such a formation before. His chubby face was about to swell.
"Shop owner, what's your surname?"
The hawker's mind was full of mush.
"Small...bastards...untouchables..."
Zuo Mengeng smiled gently and said, "Don't be nervous. We just heard that your noodles are excellent, so we came here to try them. You can't make noodles well with your appearance."
Seeing that Zuo Mengeng was so amiable and those tough soldiers showed no hostility, the vendor finally calmed down.
"The younger one's name is Wang Wuqi. He has been doing the noodle business here since our ancestors. I didn't expect you, Commander-in-Chief, to know about my noodle business..."
Zuo Mengeng ordered: "Look at us people, just do it according to the portion."
Wang Wuqi took action quickly.
I saw him slowly making the dough on the chopping board, and then cutting it into thin strips.
First, the noodles were boiled in water but not finished, and then fried in oil.
When the noodles come out of the frying pan, they will be golden in color and crispy.
At this point, Wang Wuqi put the noodles in water and cooked them, then added seasonings and noodle soup, and finally served them in front of Zuo Mengeng.
Wang Wuqi was extremely nervous.
He didn't know whether Zuo Mengeng liked the noodles he made.
If you don't like it, will you chop off your own head?
If you like it, then from now on...
Is this considered a royal face?
Everyone looked at Zuo Mengeng, but he didn't move his chopsticks.
What is Zuo Mengeng doing?
He recalled how Wang Wuqi was working just now, and thunder was rolling in his mind.
this……
Isn't this just instant noodles?
He never imagined that after traveling through time and space for more than four hundred years, he would actually eat food that would be everywhere in later generations in the late Ming Dynasty.
How did he know that the bowl of noodles in front of him was the ancestor of instant noodles.
More than a hundred years later, Wang Wuqi's descendants went to work as cooks in the mansion of Yi Bingshou, the prefect of Yangzhou.
Yi Bingshou saw how to make fried noodles and suggested adding eggs and noodles, which quickly became a rare delicacy.
Since then, Yi noodles have gradually become popular and become a common and popular noodle dish in the south.
In the 1950s, Momofuku Ando developed instant noodles based on Yi noodles.
Zuo Mengeng raised his head, looked past Wang Wuqi, and looked at the noodles piled on the chopping board, and his thoughts began to wander.
