Li Siye looked back and saw that the great poet who wrote the poem had disappeared into the streets, but two Hu men stood in front of him and asked: "Is this Hu cake or Biluo?"
He strung the dried cakes up and down with bamboo poles and hung them on the rafters of the shop. Pointing to the words on them, he said: "Li Ji Scallion Cake, do you two want to buy it? It's five cents a piece, you can try it first."
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The Hu people's accent is not correct, and it sounds very unpleasant to the ears: "What kind of cake is this? It costs five copper coins! The Hu cake opposite is thicker than yours, and uses more noodles than you, and it only costs three copper coins. You are driving up the price. I
I’m going to sue you at the West City Office.”
Li Siye was not afraid of the threat of the Hu people at all. He pointed at the disguise and said: "Don't you see? This is green onion cake, which is not the same thing as the Hu cake. Don't compare the two things. If you think it is expensive, go to
Go buy Hu biscuits across the street."
After the two barbarians hit a wall, they stopped arguing unreasonably. They tore off a piece from the cake, tasted it, took out the money, bought three pieces, and left.
There were two more women leading their children. The children smelled the fragrance and coquettishly dragged their mothers over. After the woman lowered her head and asked the price, she unceremoniously tore off a large piece of Li Siye's cake and stuffed it into the children.
In his mouth, he tasted another piece before nodding and saying: "Give me five pieces, but you have to give me another piece."
Li Siye touched his nose helplessly, picked up the cake with hemp paper, and handed it to the woman.
The Sogdian people at the cake shop opposite kept looking this way. Li Siye didn't seem to notice it. He was guarding the stall and shouted loudly: "Li Ji's green onion cake, even the great poets praised it after eating it!"
The Sogdian stood across from him with his sleeves poked and said with a smile: "Eight out of ten people in Chang'an are great poets."
"The one I met is different. He is frontier poet Wang Changling."
"real?"
The Sogdian man slipped over from the opposite side and stood in front of the door wall, pretending to recognize the poem on it, but his eyes were fixed on the golden green onion pancake.
He approached Li Siye's stall naturally, looked down at the cake and asked: "Is this cake of yours adapted from Bi Luo?"
"Nonsense, Billo's is sweet, but mine is salty."
"Can I have a piece?"
"Can."
The Sogdian man carefully picked up the cake and bit it into his mouth, which was crispy and yellow. The taste was also very peculiar. He respectfully raised his hands towards Li Siye and said, "I want to learn the skill of making this kind of cake from you."
Li Siye flatly refused: "No, this is a technology patent."
"What?" The Sogdian was confused for a long time and didn't understand, and then persuaded: "There are so many people in Chang'an City, can you complete the business of so many people by yourself? Besides, the recipe of your cake will be solved by others sooner or later.
Can be obtained."
Li Siye realized that the Sogdian meant to threaten him, and a look of anger suddenly appeared on his face.
The Sogdian man quickly handed over his hands and apologized: "Mr. Lang, that's not what I meant. What I meant was that once the skill of scallion pancakes comes out, there will always be people who will steal it, and there will be smart people who will figure it out. Sooner or later, they will figure out your recipe."
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What the Sogdians said made sense. Li Siye lowered his head to think about it, nodded and said:
"I can teach you the skill of scallion pancakes, but you must agree to my three requirements. First, the name of your store must be changed to Li Ji Scallion Pancakes Part 2. Second, you must give me three consecutive months of franchise fees.
, four hundred dollars a month. Third, you invite fifty or sixty people to come over. If I teach one person, it is teaching, and if I teach ten people, it is still teaching. It is better to just hold an on-site lecture."
Hu Ren was in trouble for a while. He had never heard of such a request, but after weighing it in his mind, he finally made a decision. This matter has great potential. Li Siye only taught more than fifty people, and his competitors were not counted.
After he learns it, he can use the same method to pass it on to others.
After getting Li Siye's approval, Hu Ren took a few cakes as samples, ran back and closed the shop door, and began to look for some merchants.
People in the Tang Dynasty not only did not reject new things, but were willing to try them. Everyone passing by would ask: "Is this from the Western Regions?"
"No," Li Siye said, "I invented it myself."
Some people looked at the tall Li Siye with suspicion and turned away, while others happily paid for it after tasting it.
Before sunrise, the two buckets of flour Li Siye bought had been used up, and all the green onion pancakes were declared sold out.
He squatted at the door of the store and calculated. A bucket of flour cost more than 30 cents. Together with green onions, pepper, salt and mutton fat, the cost was 40 cents, which allowed him to make six large cakes and cut them into six pieces.
It's thirty-six pieces of cake. One piece of cake costs 5 yuan, and the cost is less than 2 yuan. His pricing is very reasonable. I believe that it won't take long to make back the cost of renting the store.
Selling cakes is just a small supplement. His real profit is the franchise fee, which is 400 yuan a month for one person, 20,000 yuan for fifty people, and 60,000 yuan in three months. With such short-term income, when the time comes
Changing to cooking other delicacies is another source of income.
Prices were very stable from Kaiyuan to Tianbao. Changping warehouses were built in the two municipalities in western Beijing and in various states across the country to adjust prices. Wheat is cheaper than rice, but the grinding process is more cumbersome and consumes more, so
The price of white flour is a bit more expensive. If he wants to save costs, he can buy livestock and stone mills in his yard, but that will happen later.
Li Siye was about to close the stall and moved everything into the house, leaving only the worthless clay stove. The shop had just been cleared out and there was no room for sleeping, so Li Siye decided to go back to Xuanyangfang tonight to stay and wait.
After two or three days, when the business stabilizes, buy a set of straw mats, felts and quilts so that both sides can take root.
Taking advantage of the fact that it was still early in the day, they came out of the south gate of the West Market and passed by the wooden arch bridge of Yong'an Canal. Li Siye suddenly tightened his hold on Li Meier's hand, and then pretended as if nothing had happened.
Behind them, six or seven libertines wearing brocade clothes and exposing their breasts walked to the bridge, pretending to be passing by and following their brothers and sisters at a distance.
He quietly changed direction, not going to Xuanyangfang, but going south to Dunyifang. He had to settle his sister Meier first before he could safely deal with these followers.
The villains of the Xionghuo Gang gradually lost their patience and followed them closer and closer, only twenty or thirty steps away from them.
The two people following at the front, one had scars on his chest, and the other had a slightly elongated chin that looked like a horse face. The horse-faced man seemed to be talking to himself and asked: "What's going on? Doesn't he live in Xuanyangfang?"
Well, how to go to Anhuamen?"
The scarred man's mouth twitched, and he laughed hoarsely: "Ignore him, the gang leader said he wants this man's life, so we will capture him in a remote place near the outer city, put him in a bag, tie him with stones, and sink him into the canal. As for the people around us, we will capture him in a remote place near the outer city.
The baby girl was sold to Pingkangfang to be used as chicks."
Li Siye's speed was a little faster, but his expression remained calm, but Li Mei'er noticed something strange, raised his head and asked him: "Brother, aren't we going home?"
Li Siye smiled calmly: "It's still early, don't you like to smell the fragrance from my sister's house? I'll take you to buy a few pieces and go back."
Li Meier believed it and said to his brother with a smile: "I like Sister Wenran, she can do everything."
Li Siye nodded, hiding the slightly anxious expression on his face. When he passed every street intersection, he would slow down or stop to observe the people following him.
There are more than a dozen of these people. Although I don’t know what they want, they must be treated with caution.
The two came to Dunyi Square, but Li Siye did not enter the square gate to go to the Wenji Incense Shop. Instead, he carried Li Meier on his shoulders, walked in a large circle to the west gate of the square, and walked quickly along the streets of the square.
, sometimes bypassing a courtyard, sometimes passing under the dripping eaves of the high walls of two houses.
The expressions of the villains changed, knowing that Li Siye had noticed them, and the tracking game turned into a cat-and-mouse pursuit. The scar-faced man quickly waved his hand and said: "Split up and chase each other, don't let him get away."