While people were discussing in a lively manner, Li Siye stood on the table and shouted loudly: "Everyone, please be quiet. Please be quiet first!"
The crowd's voices gradually became lowered, and the eyes looking at Li Siye became more enthusiastic. The value of the thousand-layer green onion cake was self-evident. Li Langjun was willing to pass on the recipe for making the cake to everyone, but he did not give it out to please the dignitaries.
Even if he collected a little money, Li Siye still suffered a loss for them.
If he was cooked for a saint, he would definitely be replaced by the governor Dangdang.
Li Siye waved his palms and said: "Listen to me, everyone, since Siye has made a decision, it will never be changed. I will definitely teach you how to make this cake. But the space in my shop is small and it is not convenient for viewing.
But if the demonstration is carried out outside the store, it will easily block the street and cause inconvenience to the Western City Department."
"Besides, the gathering of so many of us will arouse the vigilance of the Western City Department, so I suggest that after the curfew tonight, we find an open place and I will personally teach you the art of making green onion pancakes."
"Alas," everyone couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Waiting is the most difficult thing.
Li Siye continued to raise his hands and asked: "Next, I want to ask you, how can we improve the popularity of Thousand-Layer Scallion Cake and make it well-known? So that everyone in Chang'an will flock to it?"
"I know!" A vendor raised his hand and replied: "As long as we make the cake well and make it fragrant, the reputation of Thousand Layer Scallion Pancake will spread!"
Li Siye shook his head inexplicably: "That's just a step-by-step method. It's the slowest and has the worst effect."
"Then what should we do?" the Hu merchant asked, raising his hands.
"If you want green onion pancakes to be more famous than Hu pancakes, you need a more legendary story. What is more legendary than the secret recipe for making pancakes being coveted, assassinated, and robbed? Besides, this story is still true. Everyone will be green onions in the future.
The beneficiary of the cake recipe, the more famous the Thousand Layer Scallion Pancake is, the more money we will make!”
"You all know what to do!"
The people present were all extremely smart businessmen who couldn't afford to start early because they had no profit. They understood Li Siye's intention as soon as they heard it. In the era without advertising, we relied on word of mouth from the masses. If you tell your neighbor what kind of cake is delicious, he will probably
After sleeping at night, he will forget it when he wakes up the next morning. But if you tell him a thrilling story related to bread, he can still tell the story to others the next day.
Everyone praised Li Siye's brilliant business acumen, and began to think about how to add fuel to the fire after returning to make the story sound more suspenseful or surprising.
Li Siye and everyone agreed to meet again after the curfew tonight, and most of the people left together. The ones who stayed were the Sogdian man from the cake shop across the street and the owner of the soup cake shop diagonally across the street. There was also an unfixed shop that opened every day.
A young man carrying a basket and selling Hu biscuits through the streets.
This is not what Li Siye calls a loyal team, nor does he have any loyal team. Doing business is an alliance of interests. If the merchants learn how to make green onion pancakes today, Li Siye will have nothing to do with them tomorrow.
The three of them were just in this alley. They had nowhere to go. Their longing and excitement for the recipe of green onion pancakes made them have no intention of doing their current business.
The Sogdian man's name is Michagan. He contributed a lot in today's confrontation with the Xionghuo Gang. He stood behind Li Siye and held a knife to fight against the villains. Even if it was just for the so-called formula, he was worthy of Li Siye's trust.
The owner of the soup cake shop is named Jiang Tongbao. The assassins from the Xionghuo Gang just stepped on the roof of his house and fired hidden arrows. So if his fat wife hadn't come out to stop him, Li Siye's life would have been decided here, so this is an indirect life-saving
Grace.
The boy carrying the basket was only twelve years old. His nickname was Shali, and he wore a pair of straw sandals no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter. It is said that he and his grandmother depended on each other, and the grandfather and grandson built a thatched shed by the Free Life Pond in the West City.
It was a warehouse, the most remote place in the West Market, so grandma was responsible for making cakes at home, while Shali went out with a basket to sell them, earning a meager income to barely survive.
Li Siye called the three excited people to him and whispered: "I need you to do me a favor. Find a bigger venue tonight, preferably indoors, and I can teach you for free."
Make thousand-layer green onion pancake.”
Michagan was overjoyed when he heard this. He rubbed his feet on the ground restlessly, and he was thinking about it while holding the head of the fu in his right hand.
Li Siye turned his gaze towards him, waiting for an answer.
"I, no, can't find it."
Li Siye turned his attention to Jiang Tongbao and Shali again, but Jiang Tongbao said slowly: "I can find a warehouse, but this is not my land. He is a wealthy businessman from the Western Regions, and he built a warehouse next to the release pond.
The warehouse is used to store goods. I was asked to take care of the warehouse and I was given three hundred dollars a month. I don’t know if it will work.”
Without waiting for Li Siye's answer, Michagan encouraged him excitedly: "What's wrong with this? We just borrowed his warehouse for two or three nights. He's not in the West Market now."
Jiang Tongbao hesitated again and again, and said: "He is in Luoyang, the eastern capital, and we can't guarantee when he will come back. As long as we don't lose the goods and don't damage the warehouse, it should be okay."
It was obvious that Jiang Tongbao was not a happy person, but he reluctantly agreed.
Now that we have a venue, the next step will be much easier. Li Siye pointed at the three of them and ordered: "Shali, you are responsible for collecting the franchise fee tonight. Originally, I wanted to collect a total of one thousand two hundred yuan for three months at once."
.But today everyone is helping each other out of kindness, so the price is a bit expensive, so we only charge 400 yuan per person for one month."
"Michagan, you are responsible for assisting Shali and guarding the door. If you haven't paid the franchise fee, don't let them in."
"Jiang Tongbao, you are responsible for maintaining order, guarding the goods of wealthy merchants, and preventing fires."
He then concluded and said: "If you three can help me get through this difficulty, Li Siye will not only teach you how to make scallion pancakes for free, but also give you three hundred yuan as a reward each."
The three of them rubbed their hands excitedly, and Jiang Tongbao's words became more and more polite: "Li Langjun said something serious. We are already grateful that you are willing to teach us the art of making cakes for free. According to the rules passed down from our ancestors, you are our
Master."
Li Siye turned around and saw someone peeping outside the window. He was about to go over and close the door, but he saw a young man in soap clothes standing at the door. He was dressed as a servant of a wealthy family. There was a carriage parked across the street.
The boy took the initiative and asked, "Are you Li Siye and Li Langjun?"
"Yes, it's me."
The boy looked back at the carriage, then turned around and said, "My master invites you to come to the carriage and have a talk."
Li Siye was quite hesitant. The origins of the people in the car were unknown. He could not pass there rashly. If they were killers from the Xiong Huo Gang, wouldn't his life be at stake?
"Why did you ask me to go to the car instead of asking your master to come to my shop for a chat?"
The boy took a look at the house through the window. The house was dilapidated and there was dust on the floor. He frowned and said arrogantly: "My master likes to be clean and spotless, so I'd better ask Mr. Lang to move."
.”
Li Siye hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, just wait for me."
He returned to the house and walked to the desk, put the pancake tweezers into his clothes, and tightened his belt. It was a whole piece of cast iron plate, two feet wide, and could be used to withstand all crossbows.
Hidden weapons are more effective than pans.
He turned around and saw that the cake for display was covered with linen cloth. He picked up two pieces with the linen paper and put them into his arms.
He told Michagan and the other three: "I'll go out for a while and I'll be back soon."
Li Siye pushed open the small door and followed the boy to the other side of the street. The driver jumped down from the shaft and asked him to get in.
Li Siye stepped on the shaft of the cart with one foot, and as soon as the other foot left the ground, the yoke of the cart sank suddenly, and even the hind hooves of the red horse driving the cart almost bent downwards. The cart driver was startled and hurriedly stepped forward.
Holding the horse, he looked at Li Siye as if he were looking at a monster.
The young boy in soap clothes standing on the ground was also startled and put away the disrespectful expression on his face.
He coughed awkwardly and slowly opened the curtain, always on guard against the swords, guns, swords and halberds shooting out from inside. Fortunately, it was just a false alarm. A man wearing a dark green round-neck robe was kneeling inside and made a gesture towards Li Siye.
Please gesture.
Li Siye also knelt down in front of this man upright, placing his hands on his knees as he did.
"A certain person is the long history of the crown prince's palace. I often see you in spring."