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Zhao Hanzhang picked up the fried tofu that was served with chopsticks, and sighed: "Such a delicate food, Mr. Qian would say it is rough, and the bean rice is so rough, and most of the people under my rule Still eating beans and rice to satisfy his hunger."

Zhu Chuan was not happy either, and said to Qian Weidao, who had been raising objections: "Maybe these dishes are not to Mr. Qian's taste."

He was hosting a gluttonous banquet, and this person kept chirping about the crudeness of soy products. Doesn’t that mean that the raw materials he used were crude?

These people are so ignorant.

Yes, he was indeed influenced by the Zhao family's cook when he decided on these dishes, but these dishes are indeed delicious.

Anyway, he tried every dish before the gluttonous banquet, several dishes every day, and he was very happy every time he tasted fresh dishes.

He also selected these dishes from a wide range of dishes, and the dishes that were not selected were twice as many as this one.

He was so attentive, and the food was really good, but the other party found all kinds of trouble because the beans were eaten by common people. He was not a clay figure, so naturally he couldn't bear it.

Everyone watched them arguing, looked up and down, and then turned to look at Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming was eating the food on his table leisurely, seemingly unaware that they were arguing.

As soon as everyone saw it, they went about their own business, either talking to each other, or eating with their heads down, and some simply stopped sitting, stood up and walked out.

The confrontation between the three people ended in such an anticlimactic manner. Zhao Hanzhang was holding back his breath and couldn't let it out. Zhu Chuan was not very happy, and Qian Wei who objected was not happy either, because it was clear that many people didn't like what was on the table just like him. Soy products, he didn't say anything, just stood by and watched.

Fu Tinghan glanced at Zhao Ming opposite him, lowered his eyes and thought. After tasting all the dishes, he took Zhao Hanzhang to walk around the yard, "Your prestige among civilians is getting stronger, but in the eyes of the gentry in Xiping County, you Still can’t compare to Uncle Ming.”

He said: "They act based on his eyes, not yours. It won't help if you are angry at this time. It is better to think about how to replace Zhao Ming's position in the noble clan."

Zhao Hanzhang snorted and said: "Originally, I wanted to do it slowly. After all, Xiping County is in my hands. Things like prestige will naturally come with more things to do. But now, I regret it." ”

Fu Tinghan: "Huh?"

"Humph, I don't care about them." Originally, Zhao Hanzhang was very overbearing. She not only wanted to be the magistrate of Xiping County and let the common people recognize her, but also wanted to be recognized by the Xiping gentry to separate her from the Zhao family. , it would be best to just accept her orders as the county magistrate, but now...

Zhao Hanzhang decided to give up on them. The light in her eyes was slightly cold, and she hummed: "I will make a new set of rules. As for what they think in their hearts, if it makes sense, forget it. If they don't, just let me hold it in."

That's what he said, but Zhao Hanzhang didn't have much idea at the time. She just felt the obstacles in the implementation of her ideas.

At the lower level, her ideas can flow freely, but at the upper level, everyone basically plays their own role. At most, they are worried about Zhao's ideas and are afraid of the troops in her hands. Not many people really listen to her ideas.

Now, she had opened up the two channels of Ren and Du at once and figured out the key. While writing the plan, she couldn't help laughing up to the sky, and said with a ferocious face: "The countryside surrounds the city, and the countryside surrounds the city. No matter if he is from aristocratic or wealthy family, isn’t he still a human being?”

Fu Tinghan held the pen and looked at her blankly. It took him a while to find his voice, "How can I help you?"

Zhao Hanzhang immediately took his plan and ran over, "I'll improve it. This is the plan, but the specific supply needs to be calculated."

Fu Tinghan glanced at it and asked, "Reward?"

"Yes," Zhao Hanzhang said: "Things donated to Shangcai can be distributed as relief items, but in Xiping County, it is not relief, but rewards."

Relief is not a good word at first sight. Relief will only be given when disaster occurs.

Zhao Hanzhang counted on his fingers the reasons he could think of to give things to him, "Students in the school who study well, the top five in each class can get different rewards, and each work-for-relief point will also be selected. The top ten will be sent out, and the elderly, children, filial sons, filial daughters, and filial daughters-in-law in the county will all receive rewards..."

"In addition, I also plan to hold some competitions in the county starting from New Year's Day."

Fu Tinghan's first thought was, "In this way, the number of people coming to the county will definitely increase, which can revitalize the economy."

Zhao Hanzhang has provided work-for-relief in the past few months, which has made the county a little popular, but there are not many commercial transactions.

Nearly one-third of the shops on the main street outside the county government office are not open, and those that are open can't get many customers in a day.

Even the Zhenbao Pavilion opened by Zhao Hanzhang himself only has a few customers.

The biggest deal so far is provided by Zhu Chuan.

Fu Tinghan had long felt that Xiping County's business was too dead, but because it had just gone through the war, he thought it should be given time to recover.

Zhao Hanzhang also felt that this was an opportunity, "So help me calculate how many various reward items I need to prepare."

She said: "If you want to squeeze the oil, you must at least prepare some things in advance."

Fu Tinghan agreed, "I will go to Director Chang tomorrow and I will calculate it for you after confirming my share of the prize."

"No, let's calculate it based on production capacity," Zhao Hanzhang said: "It has to be within my tolerance."

Fu Tinghan nodded, "Okay."

Zhao Hanzhang sighed, "Well, I don't know if Zhu Chuan's pot has been sold. Thinking about it, I feel sorry for him. I cheated him twice in a row."

Fu Tinghan couldn't help laughing and asked her, "Then do you want to buy the pot back?"

"Forget it," Zhao Hanzhang immediately changed his words, "Young masters are not in need of this little money."

But she has to support so many people, and she is lacking.

Zhuanzhuan really sold out.

Regardless of whether they feel that soy products are crude in their hearts, they do feel the beauty of frying.

And don’t you dislike the fact that beans are cheap and crude?

Iron pots are expensive, so some people really like to eat them, while others just want to save face, so many people ask Zhu Chuan about the origin and price of the iron pots.

Zhu Chuan had known a few days ago that Zhao Hanzhang had ordered two pots from Zhenbao Pavilion, and now there was only one left in the store.

So he showed everyone the way out without caring, so someone asked his servants to go to Zhenbao Pavilion to ask.

It happened that Zhao Hanzhang, who was a little guilty, had just had the last pot taken off the shelves. When someone came to ask, the waiter said: "The last pot was just bought by an outsider."

"Then there is no more?"

The waiter said with an embarrassed look: "Ironware is rare, and we only have these few pots in the store. Previously, nine of them were bought by Zhu Gongzi, and there is only one left in the store. Unfortunately, it was also bought by someone just now. ”

As soon as they heard this, they immediately turned around to find Zhu Chuan.

When Zhu Chuan heard about it, he breathed a sigh of relief, the smile on his face became much more sincere, and he also had a better impression of Zhao Hanzhang.

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