After a while, Xiuxiu brought back a few dessert bags.

In addition to the crabapple crisps, red bean cakes that she mentioned just now, there are also salty plum vegetable cakes, salted peach cakes, soft and glutinous ghee abalone snails, and horseshoe sesame cakes.

The little girl is not big, but she is sensible and filial.

Each snack is six pieces, and six six-inch small plates are placed.

The sweet taste was in front of herself, the salty taste was in front of Huo Bao, and the soft taste was in front of Mr. Deng.

Mr. Deng looked at his granddaughter, his eyes full of kindness, and the wrinkles on his face could not be stretched out.

Huo Bao was not in a hurry to have a snack, and his eyes fell on the butter abalone snails on the plate in front of Mr. Deng.

This is the first time I have seen this thing. I looked at the croissant version that looks like a later generation.

This butter abalone snail was recorded in the notes of the Song people, and also mentioned in "Jin Ping Mei".

Huo Bao sighed in his heart that the Red Mansion World should have a life of eating and drinking.

Did you go off topic before?

"The butter here is delicious, Xiaobao tastes it!" Mr. Deng personally took a bald snail and handed it to Huobao.

Huo Bao stood up, took it with both hands, took a bite, revealing the white cream inside, which was somewhat similar to the puffs in later generations, with the smell of honey.

Huo Bao's heart moved and asked knowingly: "Is this cream? What is it made of?"

"Made of milk, mixed with honey and frosted sugar, it becomes ghee and melts in the mouth." Mr. Deng said.

"What a cow in Quyang?"

"Quyang has many land and many plowing oxen, but after last year's severe drought, there are a few left now!"

Huo Bao then took a bite of abalone snail and pressed down the breeding plan first.

Now the territory is still unstable and I am short of money everywhere, so I can't even care about this.

Xiuxiu didn't love this one, so she was attracted by Huo Bao, so she took one and took a bite.

"Huh? It's really weird! I thought it was very stinky when I ate this abalone snail before, but now I stinky when I ate the milk, it smells weak!"

"You are old and your tongue is not as good as you were when you were a child. You didn't like to eat ginger before, and you thought the vegetables were fishy. Now you have eaten them too?" Mr. Deng smiled.

Xiuxiu was a little proud and snorted at Huo Bao: "I said I'm old and I'm not a little Nannan anymore. My cousin is not allowed to touch my head in the future!"

Mr. Deng looked at Huo Bao, as if it had a deep meaning.

Huo Bao coughed lightly and said, "If I don't touch it, my cousin has his head left. It's a big girl."

Xiuxiu smiled with a pursed lips, picked up the red bean cake, and ate it in small mouthfuls.

Huo Bao looked away, took a few sips of tea and removed the sweetness in his mouth, and his mood was quite complicated.

Today is my little cousin, tomorrow...

Regarding the two little marriages, Huo Wu and Deng Jian had a tacit understanding before, and even Tu San was happy to see it.

But Huo Bao is still in his mother's filial piety, Xiuxiu is young and doesn't need to mention it, but now it's different.

The heads of the three counties all went north to go to the wedding banquet, so Deng Jian's identity was sensitive.

After all, he "recovered" Qu Yang and expelled the White-Shirt Army in front of him, and he could be said to be the enemy of the White-Shirt Army.

Even if he has voted for the White Shirt Army now, when he comes to Chuzhou, he cannot be said to be a cousin from the third brother-in-law who is far away.

There is also Huo Wu, who is easily despised by others because of his third brother-in-law.

Before heading north, the marriage between the two families must be finalized before they can advance and retreat together, and they will be famous for their masters.

Before, Mr. Deng sent Xiuxiu out, and probably wanted to mention this matter, but for some reason he didn't say it out.

Huo Bao was thinking a lot, and before he knew it, he unknowingly finished two plates of salty snacks with tea. He didn't feel full, but instead he was hooked by the tea and snacks with "gurgling" in his stomach.

"Hehe!" Xiuxiu covered her mouth and smiled, "The master has been there these days. Fortunately, I ordered food from the restaurant just now, otherwise my cousin would go hungry!"

While talking, the restaurant guy brought the food box over.

Four plates and four bowls, two bowls of white porridge and a whole five-cage of meat buns.

Mr. Deng had no appetite after taking the medicine, so he drank a bowl of white porridge with two abalone snails.

Xiuxiu ate two buns and said, "My cousin is so lucky. His house is closed for more than two months and has only opened the door again today. It's still the same flavor."

Huo Bao nodded, remembering the buns he ate when he went south in March, and asked, "How much does a bun cost?"

"Four vegetarian buns, six vegetarian buns......Double compared to last year, but cheaper than March..."

The last time Huo Bao ate meat buns, which Jia Yuan bought in the city, each bun costs ten cents.

"It's good that the business road is opened." Huo Baodao.

The grain price gap in Jiangnan and Jiangbei is too big, and the profits are so generous that there are always businessmen who will go north for money.

Xiuxiu nodded and said, "Wang Qianhu's cousin has gone to Suzhou, and his family runs a grain shop."

Huo Bao didn't take it seriously, the more food it was, the better.

If all the private grain merchants start moving and transporting grain to the north, it will be a good thing.

Huo Bao's food is limited, and it is not enough to serve as military rations, but in fact, Quyang County now bears the food for many poor people.

When will the food price come down, Quyang really survive this drought.

After lunch, Huo Bao carefully explained the plan of "grain, salt and iron" to Mr. Deng.

"The warehouse is built on the riverside, which facilitates water transportation... Speaking of the joint transactions of several elders, it is actually just to supplement the logistics of several counties. Otherwise, if there is no food or weapons, how can we train troops?"

"The more food, the better, and it will be stored except for daily supply."

"When the salt road is open, you can go to the northeast and sell salt in the northwest, and you can just change your horse and come back."

"There is also a private iron ore in Changzhou. After the transaction is finalized, you can sell more pig iron back and gather craftsmen in the three counties to forge weapons and armor on the Binjiang River."

"The Huainan Road has been in chaos for several months, and the court has not made any noise. It may be because it is holding back the big news, so we must prepare."

There is a saying that Huo Bao didn't think about it or not.

It has been more than half a year since the White-Shirt Army began to show off its anti-flagration.

I could have said before that the imperial court was slow to dispatch troops and didn’t take care of it for a while, but now it’s hard to deceive myself.

After this autumn harvest, I am afraid that all provinces and places will not be able to be peaceful.

The Maitreya Cult has been passed down in Jiangnan and Jiangbei for decades. There are not only those who have ambitions to make trouble.

When the Chuzhou army was equipped, it was not the imperial court, but the Bozhou army in the north, and the Liangjiang Baishan Army that was about to rise.

As for Huo Bao's previous plan, learning from the role of the United States in the early days of World War II and becoming an arms dealer was just a matter of paper.

Even if the Binjiang weapons production line was built, the pig iron reserves were abundant, but the number of Chuzhou soldiers was not fixed. With the uprisings of various provinces, Chuzhou soldiers had to expand their troops.

According to the history we know in our previous life, this battle of destruction of the country with the White-Shirts Uprising, which opened up a change of dynasties. It lasted for more than 30 years, and its population dropped sharply by 20 million, accounting for one-quarter of the population at that time.

Equip a group of elite troops as soon as possible and shorten the time of the battle to destroy the country, and save hundreds of thousands or even millions of people.

Huo Bao is not a saint, but he is not a sage. When he comes to this world, he also wants to do something for the people.

In troubled times, only by mastering the right to speak can this matter be truly facilitated.

The depression when I knew that my uncle was Zhu Baba had long since passed away. Even if my uncle was Taizu, he was not completely dependent on his uncle's nephew. He leaned against the power of the two counties and accumulated strength, so it was not difficult to protect himself in troubled times.

After listening for a long time, Mr. Deng felt that the more he thought about it, the more important it was.
Chapter completed!