Wu Dalang makes sesame cakes, and his family is not short of face.

Add warm water, dough soda, plus a little sugar to the dough. After it is done, cover it steadily. Then wait for fermentation.

The next morning, under Wu Dalang's eyes, the dough that had fermented overnight was already very soft.

"This face is so white." Wu Dalang said that he had never seen such a snow-white face.

Wang Xiao washed his hands and started working. "Brother, don't set up a stall today. Let's make the noodles together."

Wu Dalang nodded repeatedly to fetch water and wash his hands, "Okay."

The two of them worked together, and Pan Jinlian also helped to help. The noodles were mixed and divided into balls, and then put them in the pot to steam. When they were out of the pot, the fragrant and white steamed buns came out.

As a craftsman, Wu Dalang's eyes were bulging, but he had never seen such beautiful steamed buns.

"You can add sweet dates, meat filling, vegetable filling, etc. to the dough filling." Wang Xiao took the towel handed over by Pan Jinlian and wiped his face. "Go and change to a few new pots, and then make a batch of new steaks to control the heat. This matter is not that troublesome, it's very simple."

"Erlang, where did you learn the Taoist Dharma of the Immortals? What did you add to the noodles?" Wu Dalang also works in the pastry business. He could tell at a glance that the key to the matter was the things Wang Xiao made out of alchemy.

"This is not a matter." Wang Xiao picked up the pot with baking soda and handed it to Wu Dalang. "Every time I make steamed buns, add some, and you can carefully grasp the specific portion size. I don't have to sell sesame cakes when I go out tomorrow, but I just switch to steamed buns."

The next day, Wu Dalang hurried out to do business before dawn.

Wang Xiao was awakened by Pan Jinlian's greasy call. Looking at the hot gaze that seemed to be swallowing his own, Wang Xiao ran away without hesitation without brushing his face.

It’s not that Pan Jinlian is not charming, but she is actually quite feminine. But Wang Xiao can’t take action. If he really takes action, his mission will be a mess.

Pan Jinlian's charm is not yet enough to make Wang Xiao give up the task. If it were Dami, he might be able to consider it.

When I came to the crowded street, I didn’t have much time to see a large group of people gathered together not far ahead, as if I was watching some fun.

Wang Xiao stepped in and saw Wu Dalang, who was sweating profusely selling white flour steamed buns with oil paper.

Due to the different time and locations of the Song Dynasty, prices also vary from place to place.

Wu Dalang used to sell sesame cakes for 8 cents each, and the business was the degree of life.

Because he was worried that he could not sell it, he took the initiative to lower the price. An ordinary white flour steamed bun was sold for only two cents, and the price was increased according to the filling, but the most expensive meat stuffing was only six cents. In fact, this can be regarded as a meat bun.

"Boss, give me five meat buns."

Wu Dalang, who was busy and crazy, suddenly heard a familiar voice. He looked up and saw Wang Xiao standing in front of him with a smile.

Wu Dalang grinned, took two oil and sealed ten hot meat buns and stuffed them into Wang Xiao's hand, "Go to the yamen quickly, don't delay Ying Mao."

He had never entered the yamen and thought it was so formal. He didn't know that the so-called Ying Mao in this small county town was a joke. People like Wang Xiao didn't show up all day and no one said anything nonsense.

Wang Xiao looked carefully with the steamed buns on the road. Compared with other steamed buns, the steamed buns are much bigger and very fluffy. You can see the meat filling with an attractive meat aroma in the cracked hole.

When I bite it, it was soft and had a hint of sweetness. The most important thing was that it did not have the sourness and astringency in other steamed buns. No wonder Wu Dalang's business was so hot this morning.

The most feared thing in the world is comparison. The so-called children of other people have caused unbearable headaches for countless people.

In the case of choice, those who buy breakfast compare the sour, astringent, yellow and slightly hard steamed buns, which are soft and delicious here with Wu Dalang, looking at the snow-white and inexpensive steamed buns. It is naturally clear which one to choose.

After wandering around the yamen, Wang Xiao left the house of Ximen Daguanren.

Upon learning that Wang Xiao was visiting, Ximen Qing went out to welcome him, "Disciple guests are here, please come in quickly."

When he came to the main hall to sit down, Wang Xiao heard Ximen Qing instruct a beautiful maid, "Pinger, hurry up and serve good tea."

Wang Xiao tightened his hands and asked uncertainly, "Is this girl's surname Li?"

Ximen Qing was stunned when asked and subconsciously responded, "It's indeed called Li Ping'er."

After replying, Ximen Qing felt that it was inappropriate. Could this guy have fallen in love with Ping'er?

Su Dongpo had done the task of giving pregnant concubines to others, which shows that the status of concubines in this era was extremely low and could be given as goods at will, let alone just a maid.

But Ximen Qing felt that his friendship with Wang Xiao had not reached this point, and he had not enjoyed enough himself. How could he give Li Ping'er to someone without enough benefits?

Of course, Wang Xiao didn't like Li Ping'er, he was just surprised why there were other worlds mixed here. The authors of these two books are not the same person.

After recalling the information he had read, Wang Xiao was sure that Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng was not Shi Nai'an's vest trumpet.

"Brother Ximen misunderstood." Wang Xiao waved his hand with a smile. "Just heard the name and remembered a girl he once knew. Her nickname was also Pin'er."

The world of Dream of Red Mansions seems to have been a long time ago. Wang Xiao felt a faint melancholy in his heart, and he really missed his cousin and apprentice.

Ximen Qing laughed dryly, and directly regarded this as Wang Xiao's excuse. Li Ping'er, who was in tea, hinted quietly, quickly flashed.

After a lot of greetings and talking nonsense, Ximen Qing turned to the topic, "I don't know what the people are coming?"

"I want to destroy you."

Of course, this cannot be said in front of Ximen Qing. So what Wang Xiao said was, "I heard that the great officials have a wide range of friends and want to do business with the great officials."

In the Song Dynasty, which is a heavy business intensive business, it is not ashamed to speak business. Instead, it is something that the whole people are keen on. After all, doing business can make money, and having money can make a good life with a good life.

Ximen Qing immediately became interested, "Oh? What advice do you have?"

Wang Xiao picked up the tea bowl with a smile, "My brother is doing the noodle cake business in Yanggu County. When he came to find a high-ranking official, he wanted to ask the high-ranking official to help sell it to the surrounding prefectures and counties."

The business in the Song Dynasty was prosperous, but how many people could really go out to buy breakfast? What's more, Yanggu County is not Tokyo City. So if you want to make a lot of money, it is inevitable to sell it to the outside world.

When Ximen Qing heard this, he was very interested in "Fanpancake."

It’s not that Ximen Qing is not interested. How much money can be sold for selling noodles? It’s not enough to send people to sell them everywhere.

The labor cost in the Song Dynasty was actually not low, and hiring individuals basically started with 100 pm a day.

Wang Xiao didn't explain much, and said bluntly that the great official sent someone to Wu Dalang's stall on Zishi Street to buy some noodles and then he would know that after he came back.

Ximen Qing looked puzzled, but Wang Xiao was the head of the country after all, so he still had to give this little face.

After sending someone, Ximen Qing asked curiously, "Brother Ling, what's the point of this cake?"

Wang Xiao smiled but said nothing, looking calm when he bought it.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't see the servant come back. Ximen Qing gradually became angry. After finally waiting for the servant to come back, he immediately cursed, "You went to buy it at Nantianmen?"

The servant handed the oil seal with a grievance, "Wu Dalang has a crowd of people and can't squeeze in at all. After finally squeezing over, it was sold out long ago. It was still a big name in the capital, so Wu Dalang went home and got a new batch for the younger ones."

Wang Xiao looked over and said with a smile, "The great official should not care about these details. It is better to try these noodles."

Ximen Qing glared at the servant, and immediately looked surprised after taking the oil seal.

"So white."

The dough cakes of this era are basically yellow or even brown when made. This is the first time he has seen them as snow-white.

Human aesthetics are surprisingly similar, and everyone likes white, no matter what it is.

Ximen Qing's eyes were shiny, and the snow white alone was enough to stand out among the many dough cakes.

He bit his expression gradually became excited.

There are no northerners who don’t like to eat noodles, and the noodle cakes in his hand at this time do not have the sour and astringent taste they used to be. Instead, they are soft and delicious with a faint sweet smell.

"good!"

Ximen Daguanren immediately discovered the business opportunity here. Once such white flour steamed buns appear, they will definitely be a very popular existence.

The two quickly agreed on the cooperation matter. Wang Xiao shipped the goods, Ximen Qing sent people and channels to work together to sell white flour steamed buns to nearby prefectures and counties.

Considering the time limit of the food, the distance is based on the half-day itinerary.

This is also impossible. There are no large expressway trucks these days. If you want to transport them, you either use large trucks or carry baskets. In addition, the roads are not good, so half a day is the limit.

Ximen Qing stared at Wang Xiao with bright eyes, "How to divide it?"

"That's all right." Wang Xiao waved his hand with a grand gaze, "of course it's half and half."

Ximen Qing was overjoyed and directly called Li Ping'er to come over with wine. He wanted to drink with Wang Xiao.

Wang Xiao looked at him silently and added to his heart that you can't do this business for long.

Rejecting Ximen Qing's earnest attempt, Wang Xiao returned to the yamen to find the slasher and the captain, and gave him a piece of money to the jail and asked them to arrest Wang Po from the teahouse next to Wu Dalang's house.

These days, facing ordinary people who have no money and no power, these local snakes in the yamen are real cruel officials.

It may be very troublesome to kill it directly, but finding an excuse to grab it is really a trivial matter.

Everyone who took the money patted their chests and promised that they would teach the old lady a good lesson.

When I returned to Wu Dalang's house, I saw Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian happily counting copper coins in the yard.

Yesterday, under Wang Xiao's insistence, I made hundreds of white flour buns of various flavors, but today I sold them all. The income of a long time ago made the couple laugh.

"Brother, look, look!"

Wu Dalang was excitedly holding a handful of copper coins and wandering in front of Wang Xiao. This was the first time in his life that he had earned so much money in one day, and he had fallen into an extremely excited state.
Chapter completed!