Chapter 234 Don’t Use It

Zhao Hanzhang didn't think so. Seeing that both Wang and Zhao Erlang loved cooking, she knew that the iron pot was made correctly.

She immediately said: "When I get back, I will make a few more pots and sell them in the shop. Well, I will give one to my fifth uncle."

The iron pot is not difficult to make, the mold is ready-made, and after making it again, I have gained experience, so with Zhao Hanzhang's order, Wushan made ten pots in one go and sent them over.

Zhao Hanzhang asked someone to give a bite to the fifth uncle, and put the rest in the shop for sale.

That's right, Zhao Hanzhang opened a store.

She used the shop left to her by Zhao Changyu, as well as several rooms she had previously exchanged from Zhao Zhongyu. One of them happened to be adjacent to Zhao Changyu's, so she had someone open it up and combine the two rooms into one. between.

The two doors are opened at the same time every day, and the plaque is placed in the middle, which is very domineering.

Zhao Hanzhang named the store "Jianbao Pavilion". Now the full-length mirrors and glass products have become famous throughout Yuzhou, and Ji Yuan no longer needs to go out to sell them.

So she planned to open a treasure pavilion in Xiping County and Shangcai County respectively, which would contain various treasures from their workshops for business travelers coming to Xiping and Shangcai to purchase.

Nowadays, the most popular products in the Treasure Pavilion are glassware and soap, so these nine pots attracted everyone's attention as soon as they were put up.

But the pricing is also outrageous. The price is even higher than a full-length mirror, which is simply outrageous.

People who habitually came to Zhenbao Pavilion to join in the fun gathered around the iron pot. They really didn’t understand what this ironware was, so they asked: “What is this and why is it sold at such a high price?”

The waiter immediately came forward and introduced, "This is an iron pot, which can be used for frying and frying. The dishes produced are extremely delicious."

The other party looked suspicious, "How delicious does it have to be to set such a high price?"

The waiter laughed and said, "The main reason is that this iron pot is difficult to make, so we set such a high price."

They were also shocked when they received the price, but what could they do if the master insisted on pricing it this way?

When Zhao Ming found out about this, it was because he had stir-fried vegetables at home again. When he learned that Zhao Hanzhang had sent a pot to his house, he frowned and went to the kitchen.

The cook was frying tofu in an iron pan. When she saw Zhao Ming, she immediately knelt down and saluted.

Zhao Ming waved his hand, smelled the fragrance wafting over, and asked after a moment of silence: "This practice also came from the old house?"

The cook lowered her head and replied, "Yes."

Among the cooks on this street, she currently has the best relationship with the cook from the old house, because they are the only two who own iron pots, and they often exchange recipes for various new dishes. I heard that these new dishes are all It came from Sanniang.

Zhao Ming rubbed his forehead, turned around and left.

It was snowing, and when he walked back to the front yard, snowflakes were falling on his shoulders. Zhao Song was holding a hand stove and singing loudly on the porch.

Zhao Ming stopped and listened quietly to his father singing a poem before stepping forward, "Father, you said you wanted to be frugal two days ago, so why did you accept the iron pot sent by Sanniang?"

Zhao Song said confidently: "That's what Sanniang honors me. If I don't accept it, wouldn't it hurt her heart?"

He said: "You have benefited from me. If you dislike it, then don't eat it."

Zhao Ming stopped talking to his father and turned around to leave.

Zhao Song was angry and pointed at his back and complained to the housekeeper, "What kind of attitude is he? You don't feel comfortable if you don't make me angry every day, don't you?"

The housekeeper said helplessly: "Master Lang, since Lang Jun asks you, just answer him properly. Why bother to say such words to provoke him?"

Zhao Song: "...Aren't I afraid that he will go to the kitchen and smash my pot?"

Butler: "Mr. Lang is not that rude and disrespectful person."

Zhao Ming braved the snow and went to Xiping County.

Xiping County has received less snow this year. This is a rare snow, so when he arrived in the county, many children were chased and scolded by their parents while running around in the snow.

Only half of the shops in the county were open, most of the shops were empty, and there were very few pedestrians on the road. Naturally, there were no people in Zhenbao Pavilion.

When Zhao Ming got off the bus, the waiters in Zhenbao Pavilion were about to fall asleep. When they saw Zhao Ming, they immediately became energetic and walked towards him with their backs hunched over, "Master Ming, are you here to see colored glaze, soap or soybean oil?"

"Is there an iron pot?"

The guy perked up and immediately said, "Yes!"

Then he took Zhao Ming to see it.

Zhao Ming saw the iron pot on the shelf, reached out and knocked it and asked, "How much does a pot cost?"

"Half a million dollars."

Zhao Ming: "...How much?"

The guy said cautiously: "Fifty thousand dollars."

Zhao Ming felt relieved immediately, and he picked something in a happy mood. He glanced at the pots on the shelf again, nodded, turned around and left.

The snow fell suddenly, but Zhao Hanzhang and the others had expected it. After all, the sky was dark.

She trotted into the corridor, shook her head to get rid of the snowflakes on her head, and asked Song Zhi while patting her shoulders, "Every village has received the news, have they temporarily suspended work?"

"Yes, we issued an order yesterday that if it snows, we are no longer allowed to work outside."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded with satisfaction, "This snow is unlucky, but it is auspicious snow. I hope there will be more snow. But we must also pay attention to preventing snow disasters. Let the government officials patrol the streets more closely and pay attention to the houses to avoid accumulating too much snow."

Song Zhi agreed.

Zhao Hanzhang asked Chen Siniang on the other side: "Are the cold protection materials in Yushantang enough?"

Chen Siniang bowed and replied: "That's enough."

Zhao Hanzhang wanted to ask more questions. He glanced at Zhao Ming who was walking in holding an umbrella. He immediately stopped talking, raised his brows, and shouted happily: "Why are you here, uncle? Please take a seat."

The officials and staff following Zhao Hanzhang immediately saluted and said, "Meet the county magistrate."

Zhao Hanzhang and Zhao Ming reacted at the same time, oh, he (me) is still the county magistrate.

Zhao Ming nodded to them and stood on the steps and asked Zhao Hanzhang, "Why are you crowded in the corridor to discuss matters if you don't sit in the lobby?"

Zhao Hanzhang pointed at the falling snowflakes and said with a smile: "Where are you admiring the snow? Did your uncle also come to me to enjoy the snow?"

Zhao Ming did not answer, but asked: "Where is Ting Han?"

"He is in the backyard." Zhao Hanzhang turned to Song Zhi and others: "If you have any questions, please ask Master Chang for help."

Everyone responded.

Zhao Hanzhang smiled and invited Zhao Ming to the backyard.

Tinghe found an umbrella to hold for Zhao Hanzhang.

The uncle and nephew entered the backyard of the county government office through the small door.

Zhao Hanzhang didn't know what Zhao Ming wanted from Fu Tinghan, so he led him into the study and asked, "What does uncle want from Tinghan?"

Zhao Mingze said: "It's lunch time, I want to eat braised lamb chops, sweet and sour lamb chops, fried tofu and fried bean sprouts."

Zhao Hanzhang: "...Uncle, I can't do this. If you want to eat it, why don't I have someone go back to my old house to cook it for you? But it will definitely be too late for lunch. Let's have dinner."

Zhao Ming stopped and looked at her, "Why do you have to go back to your old house to do it? Can't you do it here?"

Zhao Hanzhang spread his hands and said, "I don't have an iron pot here."

Zhao Ming raised the corner of his mouth slightly, snorted and asked, "So why do you make such a luxurious thing as an iron pot, but then don't use it?"