Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

Yaya was a little confused by Liu Xuan's perfunctory methods. She stared at herself in the bronze mirror blankly for a long time and finally confirmed that she still had the same ugly pigtails and her face was dark.

I just wanted to go find Liu Xuan, but where is Liu Xuan's shadow?

At this time, in the backyard of the Hou Mansion, Liu Xuan looked at the box in Xue Rengui's hand and slowly opened it.

Under the sunlight, the contents of the box reflected the sunlight and shone with an exciting luster.

"Hey, Lord Marquis, what do you think of this?"

Liu Xuan picked up the colored glaze in the brocade box and looked at it carefully.

This is a Buddha statue. Just like the jade Buddha statues of later generations, the craftsmanship is exquisite and the details are complicated. However, the jade Buddha statue is carved with one knife.

As for this Buddha statue, it was molded in one step and decorated with hot colored glaze by the glaze craftsmen.

The whole body is considered pure, at least compared to the colored glaze in the hands of the barbarians, it is considered to be of higher purity.

"Xue Rengui, how much do you think such a piece of glass is worth?"

It's not like Xue Rengui has never seen the world, and his ancestors are also rich. When he saw this glass, his eyes were filled with stars, and the tears from the corners of his mouth were uncontrollable.

"Xue Rengui? Wake up, this is not food."

Xue Rengui grinned: "Not a hundred strings?"

Liu Xuan shook his head: "One hundred guan? Are you going to send a beggar?"

"It starts with a thousand guans! Just a lot more! You can't negotiate the price yet!"

Xue Rengui didn't understand that there were so many colored glazes, but everyone in the Lantian factory had already learned about this kind of colored glaze. Speaking of which, at least dozens of them could be produced in a day. It would be better to sell more than one hundred guan, rather than selling less than 1,000 guan. Bar?

"I want to sell colored glaze at this price into the hearts of every wealthy person in the Tang Dynasty!"

The corners of Liu Xuan's mouth raised. It was time to go to the West Market.

"You go to the West Market, take Da Zhuang with you, let him smash enough, and then use this to pay those barbarians."

Starting today, Da Zhuang has truly realized the freedom of smashing glass.

In the Western Market, the golden sun in the evening shines on the colored glazes displayed in the colored glaze shops, shining with golden light.

This scene was the reason why the emperor liked Liuli so much.

Two barbarians were sitting outside the door, smiling at the Tang Dynasty people coming and going, with a look of greed on their faces.

When the Tang people came, money came.

"Grab a handful of salt, throw it into the northwest wind, and drink it vigorously, and the northwest wind will smell."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The two barbarians were talking nonsense.

"People in the Tang Dynasty always say, drink from the northwest wind, drink from the northwest wind."

"Why don't you sprinkle it with salt?"

The two of them were obviously joking about something, but their faces showed no emotion.

At this moment, a small mountain-like shadow appeared in front of them.

The foreigner stood up immediately: "Hello, guest, do you want to see Liuli?"

The two of them did not see this small mountain-like figure. In their opinion, everyone who came here to buy colored glaze was the same.

However, the honest voice came the next moment, causing the two of them to explode instantly.

"Hey, here I go again."

In an instant, the Hu man stood at the door like a cat with its fur exploding, opening his hands to block the strong Tang man in front of him.

"You, don't come over!"

"What are you going to do?"

Da Zhuang nodded: "I'll smash the glass..."

The barbarians in the Western Market, especially the Liuli merchants, heard the strong and honest voice as if they were listening to the wind.

Almost at the same moment, all of them closed the door of the store and hid behind the door panel, shivering.

In the past period of time, there was a legend circulating in the West Market of Chang'an. There was a simple and honest Tang Dynasty man who liked to smash glass.

Xue Rengui looked at the trembling Hu man in front of him.

"Did Zhuang smash your glass last time?"

"Yes."

"How many were smashed?"

"Three...thirty-five."

"How much is thirty-five?"

The Hu people remember this clearly.

"Thirty-five, that's three hundred and fifty strings!"

Last time Da Zhuang bought ordinary goods, and the price was only ten guan each.

"Okay, I understand." Xue Rengui smiled, "I know you are afraid, but don't be afraid."

"Look at this in my hand. My master asked you to pay for it."

Xue Rengui opened the brocade box. In an instant, the Buddha statue's glass made the eyes of foreigners go straight.

"Hiss...this..."

"Hehe...this can be done..."

Xue Rengui sneered: "How much do you think this thing is worth?"

The barbarians infiltrated the camp and almost dared to ask for high prices for the sake of profit.

But now, facing this pure and flawless glass, shining as golden as the sun, he did not dare to speak for a while.

"Be bold and speak openly."

The Hu man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and tried his best to say: "At least, one thousand guan."

Xue Rengui was very satisfied.

"My master said that this thing is worth five thousand guan, and he will pay it to you. He has lost money."

"So we have to let Da Zhuang come over and smash him back."

Hu Shang's face froze. Do you still have to smash it?

But the glass in front of me is really tempting.

His eyes moved rapidly, and he quickly understood the value of this glass.

The newly arrived colored glaze from the Western Regions is only worth a hundred or a few hundred strings of cash. The price of thousands of strings of cash that was previously boasted pales in comparison to this colored glaze.

Such a rare product is only worth five thousand strings of cash. How dare you offer a thousand strings of cash?

Are you trying to rob me?

Such a thing, in my hands, can be worth ten thousand strings of cash after a single transaction.

Double the price, everything comes back.

The most important thing is that I can stay in the Tang Dynasty all the time, without having to go back or bump around...

"Smash it, smash it as you like, and you can smash dozens of them..."

The Hu people immediately figured it out. He wanted to curry favor with the owner of the Tang Dynasty Hotel.

Only in this way can he make a fortune.

"Only dozens of them." Da Zhuang seemed a little disappointed.

"One hundred, plus one hundred! How about two hundred?"

The value of colored glaze is not something that can be said casually. It has to do with the texture, pattern, and shape.

The most important thing is the texture.

The texture of the colored glaze in front of me is unprecedented even in the Western Regions.

Priceless treasure!

"Hehe, if your master is free, you can come here every day to smash it. We don't have much of anything, but we have a lot of colored glaze."

Xue Rengui laughed. The Marquis was right. The Hu people were all lowly. As long as they can make money, you can ask them to do anything.

"Okay, I'll give this thing to you. My master said that I will give you 5,000 strings of cash for this thing. How much you can sell it for depends on your ability."

"Of course, to the outside world, you have to say that this is colored glaze produced by the Datang Hotel. Do you see the mark at the bottom?"

The Hu people looked at it carefully. Sure enough, at the bottom of the colored glaze, there were four neat small characters: Datang Hotel.

Seeing the look of the Hu people, Xue Rengui knew that he had taken the bait.

How did the Marquis know these Hu people so well?