Chapter 238

Wulong chased butterflies in the bushes, and the beavers built the house with all their heart.

Liang Qu stood by the pond looking at the beavers, thinking of Bu Neng Dong and the fat catfish.

The two water beasts he first subdued were also the most critical step in helping him get rid of production.

From the moment he subdued the first water beast, it was destined that he would no longer need to work hard to drive a boat out to fish every day.

Being able to subdue water beasts is actually the place where the Ze Ding gives him the greatest help.

In a sense, it is even more important than fusing the Ze Ling.

Everyone is fairly allocated 24 hours a day. If you have to work twice as hard to compare with others, it is equivalent to overdrawing other opportunity costs to barely achieve the status quo, and also overdrawing the possibility of continuing to progress—because the remaining time and energy are insufficient.

When investing in a new round of resource competition with insufficient time and energy, it will aggravate the expansion of disadvantages.

Your cleverness is not your ability, my clumsiness is not my wish.

Many people don't make progress in their lives, not because their own talents have come to an end, but because the disadvantages of their own situation have accumulated to an irreparable degree.

One step ahead, every step ahead; one step behind, every step behind.

That day when he came back from Fengbu County, there were four martial artists in the River Police Office who wanted to defect to him.

Even if Liang Qu can't remember their names now, he roughly understands the intentions of the four.

It is precisely to make up for their own situational disadvantages through the establishment of contacts.

There are too many such people.

Some succeed, some fail.

Liang Qu was lucky to open up another channel, walking more easily and comfortably.

On the pleasure boat.

The windows were wide open, and seven or eight ice platforms were bubbling with cold air, repelling the heat waves on the river.

On the nanmu table, the boiling red oil was emitting rolling heat, and everyone's chopsticks didn't stop for a moment, their faces flushed red from the spiciness.

Today is the 30th of the 6th month, the day of the small meeting.

Liang Qu was familiar with it the second time, boldly letting everyone try his hot pot, and it was still a gathering of various flavors.

While discussing the harvest of the 6th month and summarizing the experience, everyone tasted such a novel "stew" for the first time and ate it with great enthusiasm.

Ke Wenbin shouted: "I unilaterally announce that from now on, there must be hot pot for every monthly gathering. Who agrees, who opposes?"

"I vote in favor!" Xiang Fang Su drank a mouthful of iced plum juice and exhaled loudly. "Satisfying, is this recipe for 'hot pot' something Ashui thought of alone?"

"If Brother Xiang hasn't tasted the same thing elsewhere, it should be." Liang Qu smiled.

Seeing Ran Zhongshi marveled: "Two days ago, Brother Liang caught two Guimu Sect members, which was not as novel as this pot of soup today, it's really satisfying to eat!"

"Speaking of this, I am really envious. That day, Xiang Fang Su and I searched for a long time on the Great Marsh and only found a small stronghold of the Guimu Sect. I didn't expect Brother Liang to run into two on the road and pick up a great achievement for nothing."

"It's not something to be envious of; being ambushed is much more dangerous than ambushing others."

Ke Wenbin laughed loudly: "That's true, compared to being ambushed, I still like to ambush others."

Xu Yuelong picked up a piece of fish fillet and tasted it carefully, analyzing the flavor of the big ingredients inside one by one.

"I tasted the flavor of many spices, Angelica, licorice... in that mushroom soup base, did you add supplements to it? Goji berries, red dates, Codonopsis..."

Liang Qu gave a thumbs up.

"Brother Yuelong is amazing! Your eyes are like torches!"

Martial artists have a much better sense of taste than ordinary people, and which of the aristocratic children present was not cultivated from childhood?

Liang Qu had studied medicine and pharmacology in the medical center, not to mention everyone else. It would be no problem to go out and open a medical center to support themselves, and they could analyze seven or eight out of ten after tasting it.

"A pot of soup is not cheap, right?"

Seeing Ran Zhongshi calculated silently. He managed logistics, and he couldn't help but estimate the value when he saw anything.

There are many spices in the Great Shun, but they are not cheap enough to be bought casually in later generations.

Just talking about that beef tallow, where would ordinary families be willing to use such a large piece, let alone waste it after eating a pot.

"Well, for a pot of soup, just the ingredients, adding up to everything, it's about one tael and one qian."

Spices and medicinal materials are not separated, only the methods and processing methods are different. How expensive medicinal materials are, spices are just as expensive.

Liang Qu himself is willing to spend money on ingredients, so the price will not be cheap.

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If the current hot pot is really to be sold, it is actually "rich people's" food.

Opening a restaurant in Yixing Town is unlikely to break even; it has to be in Pingyang County.

Xiang Fang Su looked up from the pots and bowls: "Has Ashui thought about selling the recipe?"

"I have thought about it, but I haven't thought about how to sell it, and I don't have the time to find someone for the time being."

The hot pot recipe is not something amazing. Martial artists with sensitive tongues can easily distinguish the approximate recipe.

If you go back and try it yourself, you might be able to make a better-tasting one.

It mainly wins in novelty.

The Great Shun is in a clear upward period, with social stability, outward expansion, a surge in spice varieties, and the emergence of various delicacies one after another.

But no one dares to try a "spice master" like hot pot easily for the time being.

Rather than selling the recipe, it is better to say it is selling the idea.

"Sell it to me!" Xiang Fang Su put down his chopsticks. "My father loves to eat. He specially set up a ranch in the north. Every year, he can't finish eating the beef and mutton. There are seven restaurants opened by our own family in the Imperial Capital. You give me the recipe, and I will let my father try it later. The business will definitely be good."

Seeing Ran Zhongshi and others nodded one after another.

Most of the food for the last gathering was handled by Xiang Fang Su, precisely because he is the best at eating.

Liang Qu hesitated: "It is possible, but how does Brother Xiang want to buy it?"

"Brothers don't do partnership business; it's easy to spoil feelings. We don't do that sharing set; it's not clear, and we look at each other with disgust. You say a number, and I will buy the recipe, and I will never bargain. From now on, if you open a shop yourself, you can use it, but don't sell it to others."

Liang Qu thought for a while and tentatively reported a number: "Five hundred taels?"

Xiang Fang Su was stunned, and he also hesitated.

If he quotes the price himself, if Liang Qu agrees, and the business is booming later, it is hard to guarantee that it will not be unpleasant and feel cheated.

The other party quotes the price themselves, so there is no such problem. Everyone is not a child, can be responsible for themselves, regret is regret, and it will not lead to estrangement.

It's just...

Five hundred taels, too low.

Xiang Fang Su didn't speak, just reached out and raised it up.

"Then... one thousand taels?"

Xiang Fang Su raised it again.

"Uh..."

On the pier, Liang Qu rubbed the thick paper silver notes in his arms with his fingertips, unable to believe it.

Five thousand taels!

He sold a hot pot recipe for five thousand taels!

Is an idea so profitable?

The entire intermediate martial arts Thunder Seal Method is only 3,400 taels. A hot pot recipe can buy more than one intermediate martial arts!

Liang Qu suspected that he had opened up another brand-new path—Great Shun's Little Master!

Speaking of which, he still has a fried chicken recipe. I don't know if Xiang Fang Su will accept it?

Holding a huge sum of money, Liang Qu was in a great mood. After an auction, his wallet was empty, and he only had 300 taels in total.

Now he is rich again, richer than ever before!

Comfortable!

Liang Qu took the reins handed by the servant, rode on Chishan, and went home.

Pushing open the door and bypassing the shadow wall, the candles were still lit in the west wing.

The old monk is now fighting all night every day, and even the original purpose of coming to find the evil monk seems to have been forgotten.

"Hear the Dao in the morning, and you can die in the evening."

The Great Dao is still more fascinating!

Handing the horse rope to Fan Xinglai, Liang Qu was about to wash and sleep when the door of the west wing suddenly opened wide.

The old monk crossed the threshold with prayer beads, hands folded.

"Donor, after studying for many days, this old monk has gained something."

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