With a warm kang, I slept sweetly at night, and the quilt was still thin, but I could sleep warmly until dawn, and I would never wake up several times in a night. The only shortcoming thing was that there were six people sleeping on a kang, and six old and young men slept together, which was not very good.

It was dawn and my father woke up Zhang Chao.

"If you want to practice real skills, you must be diligent. Practice the summer three days and winter three nines. If you don't work hard, you won't learn real skills."

My father didn't spoil Zhang Chao, and he didn't plan to interrupt the morning exercise plan he had originally formulated.

Thirty spears, twenty swords, and thirty strings, these are all hard standards.

After yawning, Zhang Chao had no choice but to leave the comfortable warm kang and put on his clothes. He put a basin of cold water from the jar and then washed his face and rinsed his mouth at the door. There was no toothbrush, only willow branches, no toothpaste, and there was not even green salt. He took the willow branches as a toothbrush and poked it for a long time.

Seeing that my father and the others used willow branches to brush their teeth, Zhang Chao really realized that this thing was very scammed. He accidentally got bloody on his mouth. He threw away the willow branches, and Zhang Chao thought to himself that he had to make a few toothbrushes when he turned around.

After washing his face with cold water, he was already a little confused and immediately became energetic.

"Dad, don't we still have to go to Chang'an today? Why don't we practice today?"

"Don't make excuses, start right away." The father ruthlessly rejected Zhang Chao at this time.

Thirty gun stabs seem to be rare, but my father is extremely strict. Every iron gun stabbed must meet the standards. If you have to be stolen, you have to start over.

Standing up, posing, stabbing a gun hard, and roaring loudly, and doing your best to shoot one gun. Zhang Chao barely completed the first ten guns, but it was difficult later, especially for the last ten guns, each gun was stabbed, and the interval between them became longer and longer.

In the cold winter morning, after thirty guns stabbed, Zhang Chao was already sweating all over, and even a white breath rose from his head. But his father did not stop, and then he made thirty horizontal knife slashes and thirty hard bows to open strings. He could not miss it.

While Zhang Chao was working hard, the two soldiers of Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhao, Ke Xiaoba and Ke Shisan and four others were each holding a spear and stabbing out repeatedly. Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhao were all very skillful in stabbing the guns. Even Xiaoba and Thirteen were more stern than Zhang Chao, and they were very imposing.

Zhang Chao actually wanted to say that I don’t plan to be a soldier in the future, let alone go to the battlefield. But looking at my father’s serious look, I could only swallow this and persist.

After finishing the morning exercise program, Zhang Chao's hands and feet were sore and almost exhausted.

"Go and change the clothes inside, don't catch a cold." After practicing, my father became very considerate again.

After replacing the sweaty underwear, Zhang Chao also recovered.

Niang Ke Qi brought the two girls Lian Niang and Lan Niang and told Dad Zhang that the yellow buns they were going to sell today were steamed and put into baskets.

"According to Saburo's request, a total of 12,000 pieces were steamed today."

Not only did Mrs. Ke Qi come to explain this, but also brought some yellow buns to make breakfast for Zhang Chao and the others.

After practicing for a long time, he consumed a lot of energy. Zhang Chao's appetite this morning was particularly good and ate six yellow buns in one breath. Although it was not as good as Ke Shan Ke Wu and the others who ate ten or twenty yuan each, it also increased a lot.

"We will arrange it yesterday. Each of the ten salesmen will bring 200 yellow buns to Chang'an and other nearby counties and townships to discuss sales. The other twenty deliverymen will bring 500 buns to each of them and deliver buns to the places that have been negotiated before."

"Don't stop at home, today's increase of 2,000 yuan compared to yesterday, and do 14,000 yuan."

Zhang Chao and his father couldn't stay idle today, so they had to go to Fumanlou, Dongcheng City, Chang'an to discuss the recipe sale with Shop Cui, and prepare to complete the transaction.

There were ten salesmen and twenty deliverymen, a total of 12,000 yellow buns, and Zhang Chao and his father also brought 1,000. This thousand was not in that 12,000 yuan, and it was mainly intended to be given to Cui Lushuai and the pharmacy shop. In addition, Zhang Chao also planned to go to the East and West Market to sell his own buns after the talks with Manager Cui.

Just after breakfast, it was still early, and the coachman from Cui Lushuai's family came. Yesterday he sent Zhang Chao and his grandfather back, and Zhang Chao asked him to bring 200 buns back. Today, the coachman Cui came here early. It seemed that the Cui family was very satisfied with the buns. Today, they came to get the buns early and took them to the city.

The father asked Uncle Zhao to continue purchasing grain and asked Mrs. Ke Qi to help manage the woman who made steamed buns at home. Zhang Chao asked Ke Shan and Ke Zheng to start formal work with five engineering teams, and put on the kang and build a stove. On the other hand, the village chief was asked to be responsible for the start of the new cave in Zhangjia.

Three-pronged approach.

Mrs. Ke Qi brought two pairs of dog leather gloves for her father, "It's cold, don't get started, you and Sanlang are the same."

Dad nodded, "Thank you."

"What do you thank?" Qi Niangzi looked at her father with gentleness. In the small noodle restaurant in the village, Qi Niang had already let her brother and sister-in-law run it. Now she also specializes in selling yellow buns and goes directly from the Zhang family. Zhang Chao made the decision and gave a purchase price of four-cien one.

There is a carriage from the Cui family to ride, and the journey is much easier than yesterday. The carriage still has a rooftop, and there is even a small stove in the car. Not only can it not blow the cold air, but it can also keep the fire warm. Although it is still very bumpy, it is already a very good enjoyment.

"Why do you want to sell the secret recipe?"

In the carriage, except for a few large baskets of yellow buns, there were only two men and two men.

My father still couldn't accept Zhang Chao's secret recipe for yellow steamed buns. Five hundred guan is not much. If it was a peaceful year, five hundred guan is not a small amount. But the problem is that nowadays, all kinds of goods are extremely expensive and the money is not that valuable.

A bun is the cheapest and sold for five cents, and the net profit of a bun that Zhang Chao said can reach nearly two cents. If they can sell 10,000 buns a day, they can make twenty or five hundred cents, which is only a 25-day profit.

Zhang Chao's idea should be simpler. The appropriate technology is to quickly cash out funds. Although if he could sell 10,000 buns stably every day, he would have a 20-yuan income. But Zhang Chao still felt that it was not worthwhile to quickly cash out. If he sold the yellow bun recipe to Fumanlou, they would not be able to monopolize the transaction of yellow buns at once, and they could still continue to do this business.

Moreover, Zhang Chao sold Fumanlou yellow steamed bun recipe and wanted to further sell noodles to Fumanlou.

There are only so many people in Zhangjiagou. Making 10,000 buns a day is almost saturated. Even if you add some people, it is estimated that it will be difficult to exceed 20,000 daily sales. This production and sales capacity is not enough for a sporadic part of the entire market. But if Fumanlou also does this business, their output will definitely be greater, and sales will naturally have a large demand for alkali on the other side. As long as Zhang Chao strictly controls this secret recipe, he will firmly grasp the most profitable part.

After all, Zhang Chao does not intend to make money by making yellow steamed buns. He wants to make money by making dough alkali. Just like those who make mobile phones, you can make mobile phone cases, mobile phone glass, mobile phone batteries, and mobile phone assembly, which is definitely not as profitable as mobile phone chips.

Mr. Zhang was puzzled, "Does the recipe bought by Fumanlou do not include the secret recipe for noodles with alkali?"
Chapter completed!