It was probably the first time for Shuhui to carry out this kind of capital operation. People are said to be addicted to food, so they dragged Li Tai to discuss this issue endlessly.
From the percentage of payment received in advance, to the types of items received, and even how to store them, several Hui enthusiastically expressed their opinions.
Some of these issues did require attention, while others were details that did not need to be discussed at all, but he had thought them all through and was hesitant to resolve them because he had too many ideas.
At first, Li Tai would chime in with a few words, but in the end the topic became more and more trivial, and he simply closed his mouth and listened to some of Hui's monologues.
This guy may not really care about the profit, he just enjoys brainstorming. If all the issues he raises are dealt with in an all-round way, no matter how big the profit is, it will not be enough to cover the huge management costs.
It was not until Daxingtai staff found him and urged him to go to the bank for a meeting that Hui Hui ended the discussion with some lingering feelings, but also agreed to continue the discussion tomorrow.
After finally sending away Shou Hui, Li Tai turned around and saw Nianhua looking at him with a strange look. Before he could explain a few words, Nianhua pointed at the back of Shou Hui riding away and said: "In previous years,
I saw that brother Huibo was mostly taciturn, but I didn’t expect that when he talked with Li Lang, he would be so, so..."
Not only Nianhua was surprised, but Li Tai also felt that it was terrible for an honest person to talk. He chatted with Shuhui as soon as he got up, and before he knew it, it was noon. When he was free, he suddenly felt hungry.
The piece of compressed military ration brought by Shu Hui was still on the table. Li Tai was too lazy to prepare the meal and asked someone to bring him a bowl of boiling water. He used a knife to cut the piece of grain cake into small pieces.
Take it with boiled water.
Nian Hua stood aside and looked at the remaining half piece of grain cake and cake residue on the table with curiosity. He asked with some surprise: "These cake materials are the military rations that Brother Huibo and Li Lang discussed about work? So look at it
, I really don’t see anything strange about it.”
"It's just a convenient food to satisfy your hunger. It's not a rare delicacy. If Chang Shi is interested, you might as well try it."
Li Tai said with a smile while blowing hot air and drinking hot porridge.
When Nianhua saw this, he didn't refuse. He followed Li Tai's example and took a knife in his hand to chop the cake ingredients. However, the cake ingredients shrank in size and he was hit on the table several times. He felt helpless and embarrassed.
Seeing this, Li Tai asked someone to fetch a small stone mortar, put the cake in it and pounded it with a wooden pestle, and then pushed the powder in the stone mortar to Nianhua.
"Thank you Li Lang."
Nian Hua was not polite like a martial artist from Beizhen. He thanked him first, then poured the powder into a pottery bowl and poured it into the boiling water. The powder quickly expanded after being soaked in water. After stirring, it became a bowl in the blink of an eye.
It's quite thick hot porridge.
Nianhua took two sips, and after a brief taste of the wine, his interest waned. He just said politely: "It does have quite a flavor."
Li Tai didn't take it seriously after seeing this. He had some knowledge of Nianhua's resume from previous conversations.
He was born on the eve of the mutiny in Liuzhen. Although he followed his father around during his childhood, his life had settled down when he reached the age of Xiaoshi. By the time Er Zhurong entered Luo, his father had already occupied the position of Jiuqing.
Unlike other children from Beizhen, Nianhua spent several years as a noble son in Luoyang during his youth. It was not until Emperor Xiaowu moved west that he came to Guanzhong with his father. His words and deeds are somewhat different from other children from Beizhen. Although he was born as a general.
, but I am a little unfamiliar with military personnel.
Shiliu, who is truly skilled in military affairs, will naturally understand the value of this kind of military rations to the army's supplies.
In Daxingtaixing Mansion in Yueyang Fangcheng, after a day's meeting, I saw that there was only a bowl of porridge and half a sheet of dry biscuits on the table, and I felt a little unhappy.
The country's finances are not rich, and although he is used to being frugal in his daily diet, he is not without a little oil star.
The waiter standing by looked at his face, and when he saw that he couldn't even sit still for a moment at the Daxingtai, he felt a little panicked. Just as he was about to step back and give orders to prepare another meal, a general in military robes walked in from outside the door.
"Uncle hasn't had his meal yet? I specially prepared the food for him and am waiting for him to try it!"
The general who walked into the hall was Director Yuwen. Seeing the untouched food placed in front of Yuwentai's case, he walked up and said with a smile.
"I don't know how anyone could treat me so poorly. Bodhisattva, you are busy with military affairs. Why are you disturbing my food and drink?"
Yuwentai glanced at the food on the table with some disgust, and immediately complained about Director Yuwen.
Although they are uncle-nephew, Director Yu Wen is only a few years younger than Yu Wentai. They get along with each other in a familiar and informal manner, as if they are more brothers than uncles and nephews.
Hearing Yu Wentai's complaints, Director Yu Wen laughed again: "The Grand Parade is coming soon, what is not more important than serving food? Since I specially serve food to the members, I naturally have my own reasons. Uncle, taste it first and then talk about it."
After Yuwentai heard this, he picked up the pottery bowl and took a few bites. His expression did not change. He grabbed the rough dry biscuit like a brick but did not bite it. He suddenly threw the dry biscuit at Director Yuwen with some displeasure: "Have tasted it?" Okay, what's the point? Are you making fun of me for being a teeth-breaking piece of cake?"
Director Yu Wen raised his hand to take the piece of dry biscuit and placed it carefully on the table. Then he looked up at Yu Wentai and said: "Only in terms of taste, it is indeed not very strange. But if I say this is the place where the governor-general of the first class of Huazhou Not enough food, what do you think, Uncle?"
When Yu Wentai heard this, his expression suddenly changed. He took a few more mouthfuls of the porridge paste, and even picked up the paste with chopsticks to observe carefully. After a while, he raised his head and asked: "Which general is so wasteful?" The ingredients are flax, fine flour, mutton oil and ginger to make a soup? Does he want to rely on things to gain favor and win envy and take credit? If he thinks that he can gain my power with this evil trick, I will give it to him no matter how rich his family wealth is. He arranges envoys!"
It's no wonder that Yu Wentai was so angry. The taste of this porridge alone was not very delicious, but if it was used as military rations, it would seem a bit too luxurious.
The great defeat at Mangshan destroyed all the accumulation of the Western Wei Dynasty over the past six months. In the past six months, Yuwentai was scratching his head from worries about military and political affairs. This year's parade is to revive morale and replenish military strength.
Nowadays, the imperial court and Daxingtai have tightened their expenditures to overcome the difficulties, and the troops who come to participate in the Grand Parade are all rationed.
If someone, just for the sake of sensationalism, provides such exquisite food for the soldiers, the rest of the army will inevitably feel unhappy when they see it. From Yuwentai's perspective, it is naturally an unfavorable factor that destroys harmony.
"Initially I had the same idea as my uncle, but after understanding the whole story, I felt that I should recommend this person to my uncle!"
Director Yu Wen was not surprised when he saw his uncle was angry, but continued: "Before I talk, I will teach you how to make this soup."
While talking, he first asked the waiter to get a pounding and pestle tool. When the tool was brought, he mashed the dry biscuits and mixed them with water.
"Stop for a moment and bring me the leftover cake!"
When Yu Wentai saw this, he stopped and took the piece of dry biscuit that he had discarded like a broken shoe. His eyes moved back and forth between the dry biscuit and the soup. He said with some disbelief: "This bowl of soup is also like this."
How to make it?"
Seeing this, Director Yuwen simply brought the bowl of soup he had just finished to Yuwentai's table.
After tasting the two bowls of soup carefully, Yu Wentai looked at the inconspicuous dry biscuit again, and after a while he sighed: "It's exquisite, but it's still too luxurious."
Director Yu Wen did not explain much, and directly asked someone to serve a complete piece of grain cake. He knocked the dry and hard round cake and said: "This piece of cake weighs two ounces and can sustain a meal for twenty or thirty people."
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Hearing this, Yu Wentai was finally moved. He lifted up the cake and weighed it again and again, looked at it again and again, then brought his mouth up and took two hard bites, but it only made his teeth sore and left a row of tooth marks on the surface.
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"Okay, good food! It's dry and hard, easy to transport and store. Use it to support the army, so why not travel far away!"
Yu Wentai finally couldn't help laughing, caressing the grain cake with both hands, as if appreciating a crystal-clear and flawless jade: "Who is the name of the general? Bring him here quickly! He is enthusiastic about donating such good food.
Why should I regret paying him a prestigious title!"
Director Yu Wen just smiled at his uncle's completely different face and said without comment, "The governor's name is Zhou Changming. He is a rural garrison leader who was rewarded for donating oil supplies before. I have summoned him before when he was an official in the government.
He saw that his veterans were simple and skilled in their work, so he specially appointed the commander-in-chief to control the military regiments in Wuxiang, counties and villages."
After Yuwentai saw this, he wanted to summon him again, but Director Yuwen continued: "As for this food, it was not made by Zhou Changming. I asked about it at the camp, and Zhou Changming reported that because the Di tribe moved inland, the county did not have enough food.
We had no choice but to ask for help from the countryside, and we got help from the local righteous people to help us make ingenuity, and we were able to obtain this batch of military rations, which was unprecedented. But the righteous people who donated were not in their camp."
When Yu Wentai heard this, he was a little disappointed. The attendant took a pen and paper and recorded the incident. Then he handed the note to the attendant and ordered: "Put this in the upper box and read it after reading it."
Let’s deal with it again.”
He was in charge of both the military and the government, and had to deal with a large number of affairs every day. His energy was really limited, so he developed the habit of jotting down things that he felt were important but could not be dealt with immediately to avoid forgetting them.
After the incident was recorded, Yuwentai praised Director Yuwen a few more times for his quick wit, and then he picked up the bowl of warm soup and swallowed it in large gulps.
After this bowl of thick porridge entered his stomach, he felt that he was more than half full, and he couldn't help but admire it again. He looked at the seemingly ordinary grain cake with even more appreciation.
"A gentleman is born without exception. He is good at fake things. Split this cake evenly and give it to all the gentlemen. Open a mansion and let them try clever things too!"
Yu Wentai also said with emotion: "There are many people in the government and the public who complain and complain, but if everyone has such wisdom in using things instead of just complaining, how can the cause not be prosperous? It is really unworthy of ministers to be afraid of difficulties before they happen.
My magnanimity. I will help you with all your troubles, so why bother supporting so many mediocre people!"