The streets are lined with stalls, and the cries of vendors can be heard all the time.
People coming and going are also buying some needed items, creating a bustling scene.
Among the vendors along the street, there was one place that was the busiest, with three floors inside and three floors outside.
Yang Xuan rolled up his sleeves, and his white hands and white cuffs looked clean and neat. A piece of dough quickly formed in his hands, and then he slowly put it in along the edge of the frying pan.
With a sizzling sound, the dough gradually changes color in the oil pan. After a few breaths, the dough has been fried until golden brown. Take it out of the pan to control the oil. Then scoop out a spoonful of salt and pepper from the wooden barrel on the side and sprinkle it evenly on the dough.
A man waiting next to him shouted hurriedly: "Put more, put more."
"Okay, okay, let me put more for you."
It wasn't until the dough was covered with a thick layer of salt and pepper that Yang Xuan stopped, pulled out a Ruo leaf (the kind used to make rice dumplings), and wrapped the piece of salt and pepper.
According to this amount, the biscuits were inedible at all, but the man was smiling brightly. After taking the biscuits, he didn't care if it was hot to his hands. He directly picked up the biscuits and patted them gently, trying to shake off the salt and pepper on them.
Come.
After shaking off the salt and pepper on the biscuits, he carefully wrapped the salt and pepper with bamboo leaves, and then he casually put the piece of biscuit into his arms and left with satisfaction.
The person behind him immediately came up to pay, and then eagerly waited for Yang Xuan to make the next piece of cake.
Obviously, what these people bought was not the fried Hu Pancakes, but the layer of salt and pepper sprinkled on the Hu Pancakes.
It has been more than two hundred years since the Dasheng Dynasty unified the Central Plains. Although there were party disputes in the court and land enclosures among the people, it could be said that the sea, rivers and rivers were clear, the world was peaceful, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, but after all, it was still a backward feudal state.
dynasty.
For example, the only way to make salt is to use sun-dried sea salt. The production capacity is backward and the transportation is very troublesome, so refined salt is still something that the rich and powerful can afford.
For ordinary people, if they can use some refined salt during the New Year and festivals, they are considered wealthy.
The salt in Yang Xuan's salt and pepper is actually refined salt, even a few points finer than official salt.
However, in the Dasheng Dynasty, salt was controlled by the government. Without a salt certificate issued by the government, it was not allowed to be sold privately.
So when Yang Xuan sells these pretzels, he is actually selling dog meat on a sheep's head.
This kind of marketing technique was nothing more than child's play for Yang Xuan, who was the sales director of a listed company before time travel.
At this time, just outside the crowd, seven or eight well-built servants were surrounding a young man in his early twenties. The young man was handsome and handsome in rich clothes. He was holding a paper fan and looked like a handsome young man.
"There are many food stalls on Yongning Street, why is this place so busy?" Brother Gongzi couldn't help but be curious when he saw people crowding in front of Yang Xuan's stall.
Seeing the young master asking the question, a middle-aged man in his 130s, 30s or 40s, with a pale face and a beardless face, bowed and replied: "Back to the young master, this pretzel says it's pretzels, and they actually sell for ten cents a piece, and there's a purchase limit per person."
One copy, it’s really a bit strange.”
According to the current prices, ten cents can buy half a bucket of rice, which is more than six kilograms. Ordinary Hu cakes cost two cents, but few people care about them, but the Hu cakes here cost ten cents each, but people flock to them.
"Oh?" Young Master raised his eyebrows and said with interest, "I'd like to see what these ten penny cakes look like."
Without a slight gesture from the middle-aged man, the seven or eight muscular men dressed as servants immediately squeezed into the crowd. Relying on their height and strength, they squeezed out of a passage in a few clicks.
The Young Master was the first to step in. He saw the person who bought the biscuits, patted the salt and pepper on it, and then disposed of the biscuits casually. He couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded. Why did this look like buying a casket for a pearl?
"This is a profiteer." The middle-aged man with a white face and beard quickly came to his senses and whispered: "Master, this shopkeeper's name is selling biscuits, but he is actually selling salt."
The young master suddenly understood and said with a smile: "This is not a profiteer. It is the way for ordinary people to survive."
"That's what the young master said." middle-aged Wu Xu smiled sarcastically and stepped aside.
The young master also asked people to buy a piece of Hu cakes, and stood nearby observing Yang Xuan. It was not until the Hu cakes were sold out that the crowd gradually dispersed.
Watching Yang Xuan closing the stall, the young master stepped forward and asked: "Little shopkeeper, the business is good, why are you closing the stall?"
Yang Xuan glanced at the young man and said, "I sell a hundred Hu biscuits a day. When I sell out, I will naturally close the stall."
"I think there are still many people who haven't bought the Hu biscuits and are returning home in frustration. Why doesn't the shopkeeper prepare more Hu biscuits?"
"Well, as the so-called contentment is enough, selling a hundred copies is enough." Yang Xuan replied with a smile, thinking that I can't explain to you what hunger marketing is.
His words were obviously perfunctory. The middle-aged man next to him saw that his master had a soft spot and immediately said: "Little shopkeeper, I think the taste of your biscuits is really average, but it costs ten cents a piece. The customers are nothing."
I came here for your salt and pepper, but the salt and pepper sprinkled on your biscuits is as much as one or two cents. I’m afraid the cost is more than ten cents. Could it be that all the salt used by the shopkeeper is private salt?"
These days, let alone selling private salt, even buying private salt will be punished.
Although private salt is cheap, its purity is much worse than official salt. Ordinary people cannot afford official salt, so they can only secretly buy some private salt. After all, it is much better than coarse salt with a bitter taste.
Already.
When Ke Yangxuan heard this, he frowned and his face suddenly turned ugly: "You, how can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air? My salt is three points thinner than official salt. What kind of private salt can be compared with
Compared to my salt."
The young man dismissed the needy young man with a wave of his hand, and said pleasantly: "Indeed, the salt in the salt and pepper of the little shopkeeper has a pure taste, and is finer than the green salt we use at home. It is indeed good salt, but I don't know that such good salt, little shopkeeper
How can there be any profit?"
Yang Xuan had already packed up the stall at this time. Looking at the other party's appearance, it was obvious that he was a young man from a rich family, maybe a nobleman. However, he did not want to say anything more about this behavior that was obviously meant to trick him into talking about it. He just dropped the words
He said: "This is an exclusive secret recipe, no comment." Then he pushed the cart and left.
The middle-aged Wu Xu said angrily: "This kid is rude, do you want to take him back?"
The young master waved his hand to stop the servant who was about to take action. He frowned and pondered for a while, and suddenly thought of a possibility: "He said that the salt and pepper is his unique secret recipe. Is it possible that he knows how to make salt?"
Thinking of this, the young master ordered in a deep voice: "Go and check, don't alert the other party."
"yes."
The two servants held up their hands, with fierce expressions on their brows, then turned around and stalked after him.