Before going to bed, Zheng Peng checked the marinated pottery jar, and after seeing that there was no problem, he dragged his tired body to bed.

In my dream, I am crazy to sell brine, making money is like a pig cage in water, every day I count the money until my hands cramp, hugging left and right, beautiful.....

The life of the ancients was relatively monotonous, mostly revolving around firewood, rice, oil and salt, and Guixiang County, which belonged to the third-tier city of the Tang Dynasty, was no exception.

Early this morning, many people in Guixiang County heard a new thing, that there was an additional stall selling cooked meat in the city.

It is not surprising that there is a small stall, and some people occasionally take their surplus things to the county seat to exchange money to buy some daily necessities, but what is surprising is that the owner of this stall is a personable young man, and what he sells is braised pork that he has never seen or heard of.

Zheng Peng's stall is located at the entrance of the market.

"Everyone, come and take a look, the best braised pork."

"Selling braised pork, very delicious braised pork."

Zheng Peng and Lu Shu stood in front of the stall, shouting hard, especially Lu Shu, who was still a little shy at the beginning, you must know that being a merchant is not a glorious profession, more embarrassing than setting up a stall, but she saw Zheng Peng shouting hard, and if she wanted to make no money, her young master would be hungry again, and she couldn't care so much, so she helped sell it loudly.

"Why is this meat so black, Xiao Langjun?" A middle-aged uncle in the crowd asked strangely.

Zheng Peng immediately said: "Uncle, this is braised meat, special, the color doesn't look good, but the taste is very good, otherwise, you buy it and try it, if the taste is not good, you smash my stall." ”

The middle-aged uncle hesitated for a moment, and asked with some hesitation: "How do you sell this braised meat?"

"Twenty dollars a pound." Zheng Peng immediately responded with a smile.

"It's expensive." The middle-aged uncle shook his head when he heard this, and stopped talking.

"Uncle, this is really not expensive" Finally someone was interested, Zheng Peng immediately explained: "This braised pork is made of precious materials such as pepper and starch syrup, and is refined with a unique secret recipe, that is, it sells for 20 wen today, and it will have to rise in the future." ”

It is true that the pig is in vain, but the seasoning is ridiculously expensive, and it takes labor, and it is still a business in the sole market, which is the price calculated by Zheng Peng based on various circumstances.

The middle-aged man was still indifferent.

Twenty Wen buys a piece of black meat to eat, it feels weird, this is a lot of money.

A young woman in a skirt asked with some confusion, "Xiao Langjun, can you eat this braised pork?"

"Of course you can eat it," Zheng Peng said as he picked up a piece of marinated pork loin with a homemade bamboo skewer and put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times in front of everyone, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

However, the young woman didn't say anything when she saw Zheng Peng finish eating.

The stall has been set up for nearly half an hour, and there are many onlookers, but the business of the braised meat stall has not yet opened.

"Young master, is it that the price we want is too high, or let's lower the price and try it?" Lu Shu said with some concern.

"Don't drop" Zheng Peng said with certainty: "We will increase this price in the future, and if it goes down now, it will be difficult to rise in the future." ”

Zheng Peng is very confident in his own marinated pigs, many white-collar workers used to drive cars to eat, so many delicious in later generations, people's mouths have long been raised and they are not afraid of sales, in the Tang Dynasty, where materials are relatively scarce, the sales will definitely not be bad.

"But we haven't opened it yet, and I've eaten a lot."

In order to show that these braised pork can be eaten, Zheng Peng and Lu Shu have eaten a lot demonstratively, and the things are delicious, but Lu Shu is a little full, and there are not many things, and the cost of eating them has to be eaten up, looking at the less and less braised meat on the plate, Lu Shu is a little unbearable to eat again.

Zheng Peng was also thinking about it, frowning and thinking about it, and finally gritted his teeth: "They don't buy it, we give it to them for free." ”

Giving away food is a means of promotion, inviting people to eat for free, regardless of the cost, first start the fame and then say, there is not much time left for Zheng Peng, now I want to rely on braised meat to turn over, reluctant to let the child can't trap the wolf, reluctant to braised meat, can't occupy the market.

"It's... It's also too cheap for them, such a delicious braised pork. Lu Shu said reluctantly.

I'm a little reluctant to eat it myself, and now I have to give it to others for free.

"Fellow villagers, this is according to my family's ancestral secret recipe carefully concocted braised meat, spleen appetizing, refreshing but not greasy, today you have a mouthful, I invite everyone to taste it for free, come, all taste, no money, free to eat." While speaking, Zheng Peng held a saucer, put a lot of homemade bamboo sticks on it, and sent it to the onlookers.

An old man in a coarse linen robe said with some hesitation: "Xiao Langjun, this braised meat really doesn't cost money?"

"Don't!" Zheng Peng said categorically: "With so many people present and listening, I dare to deceive my father-in-law, you can try it." ”

Hearing Zheng Peng's affirmative answer, the old man picked up a bamboo stick, carefully picked up a piece of braised meat and put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and then said with a shocked face: "It's delicious, it's so delicious, this meat is rotten and delicious, Xiao Lao has never eaten such a delicious thing." ”

Don't want money, someone tasted it first, the people present began to scramble to taste it, some can't get the bamboo sticks, directly grab it with their hands to eat, the braised meat is fragrant, the fragrance is long, and the unique flavor quickly conquered the people present: a woman just finished eating, regardless of the form, she immediately squeezed forward to grab it, an old woman fell off when she ate it, she was reluctant to throw it away, picked it up and put it in her mouth, a child ate it, couldn't help but put the hand holding the meat in her mouth and licked it, and praised it for a while:

"It's delicious, it's delicious."

"Yes, it looks black, but I didn't expect the entrance to be so soft, it's really moist but not greasy."

"It's the best meat I've ever tasted."

"Wang San, you've eaten three pieces, do you still want to be embarrassed?"

"Squeeze what, I haven't tasted it yet."

In the crowd, a middle-aged fat man wearing a gray head and a white round-necked narrow-sleeved robe also picked a piece of marinated fat sausage with a bamboo skewer with great interest, and just wanted to put it in his mouth, but a casually dressed person next to him hurriedly stopped: "Childe, this meat is a bit strange, I think it's better to be careful when you go down." ”

"Well, Chang Fei, do you think there's something wrong with this meat? So many people have eaten. The middle-aged fat man with a big belly said with some hesitation.

Zheng Peng's ears were sharp, and when he heard this, he immediately said to the middle-aged fat man: "Don't worry, the appearance of the meat is a little weird, but it's absolutely fine, don't believe it, I'll show you." ”

As he spoke, he picked a piece of marinated lung with a bamboo skewer and put it in his mouth, proving that his marinated meat was okay with his actions.

The horse relies on the saddle, the person depends on the clothes, although the middle-aged fat man is dressed a little ordinary, he does not wear official clothes and has no pomp, and he squeezes to eat free meat like an ordinary person, but Zheng Peng does not dare to underestimate him at all: the style of the clothes is a little ordinary, but the material is very high-quality, the entourage calls him "Childe", you must know that although the Tang Dynasty does not have the title of "master" and "young master", the subordinates generally call the male owner "Ah Lang" and "Lang Jun", and call the young master "Xiao Langjun", only people of noble birth are called sons, Tang Taizong Li Shimin said that "young is a son." words.

The entourage named Chang Fei calls himself "going down", which is also the only way to pay attention to the wealthy mansion.

Another point, the chubby middle-aged man looks kind and peaceful, but he has an invisible and powerful aura.

Zheng Peng is also considered a second person, seeing that this middle-aged man is not simple, he specially encouraged him to eat, if he eats well, maybe he will break into the upper class society all of a sudden, and the money will come like a pigcage in water.

In feudal society, people are divided into three, six, nine and so on, and in Zheng Peng's eyes, middle-aged fat people are the key development objects.

Seeing Zheng Peng eat it, the middle-aged man no longer hesitated, carefully put the fat intestine in his mouth, tried to chew it a few times, and soon, he chewed it faster, his eyes lit up, and he said while eating: "Not bad, not bad, I didn't expect that the small Guixiang County also has this flavor." ”

"Childe, another piece?" Zheng Peng kept an eye on him, and when he saw him finish eating, he took the initiative to bring the plate again.

The braised meat has a long fragrance, the more you eat, the more you want to eat, and Zheng Peng is not afraid that he will eat more.

"This little Langjun is really sincere, then try it again." The middle-aged fat man smiled and stretched out the bamboo stick.

At this time, someone suddenly shouted: "Don't eat it, there's something wrong with this meat!" ”

This sentence was like a thunderclap on the ground, and the lively scene just now suddenly quieted down, and the middle-aged fat man's half-stretched bamboo stick also stopped, and Zheng Peng also saw in the corner of his eyes that the entourage named Chang Fei still put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and there was a tendency to move rough without saying a word.

Nima, someone made trouble just after he was on the right track, Zheng Peng's eyes flashed with an unhappy fierce light, he turned his head to look at the place where the voice came from, and the whole person was stunned: It's not that the enemies don't get together, they have met old acquaintances.