Qin Shihuang became rich by setting up a stall
8 Drink your ass, how did you do that?

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This was because the system's pricing was extremely high.

Lin Yang's clients were destined to be the top few in society.

And among this small group of people, Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng was naturally the first choice.

As a qualified street vendor.

He naturally knew that once things were discussed at the table, it would be much easier to discuss!

Especially when it came to money.

Tsk!

The pork that had been dried by a special method was placed in the pot, and a rich fragrance instantly spread.

The forged shovel collided with the custom-made iron pot.

It made a tinkling sound.

In Great Qin, the bronze smelting industry was extremely developed.

Therefore, most of the cooking utensils were forged from bronze.

For example, bronze cauldrons and cauldrons…

There was a common problem with the dishes made with copper cooking utensils.

Heavy metal content exceeded the standard!

In addition, due to the problem of the shape, it was not suitable for the complicated production process of stir-frying.

Therefore, after coming here to buy a farmhouse, he was very happy.

The first thing Lin Yang did was to find a blacksmith to make two pots.

One was used to stew rice, and the other was used to cook.

"Lin Yang, what are you doing? It smells so good?"

Wang Ben, who had a craving for food, smelled the aroma and went to the kitchen.

She looked at Lin Yang, who was busy, with curiosity on her face.

"Hey, your cauldron…"

"This is called a pot!"

"Pot? What the hell is that?"

The more Wang Ben looked at it, the more confused he became.

Whether it was the cooking utensils or the cooking techniques, why were they different from what he usually saw?

He suddenly had a strange feeling.

It seemed that Lin Yang was somewhat out of place in this world?

"Damn it, I don't understand.”

"If you don't understand, go to work. There's a jar of wine under the cabinet beside you. Help me take it out.”

Wang Ben's eyes lit up when he heard that there was wine.

However, Wang Ben wasn't happy that Lin Yang started ordering him around.

What was his identity? Who was Lin Yang?

"Hey hey? How dare you order me to work, you…"

"If you don't want to drink, then forget it."

Lin Yang wasn't used to this at all.

As a proper modern man.

He basically did not have much respect for these people under the feudal system.

What's the big deal? At most, he would just hide.

When I can buy a gun, I'll let you know what it means to buy and sell by force.

Well, although doing so was not in line with Lin Yang's style as a law-abiding citizen.

What?

How did a law-abiding citizen become a Gun Master?

Don't ask. I learned it from cleaning with Pancake Bro in my previous life.

Wang Ben choked on Lin Yang's words, and his face turned pale.

However, due to Old Zheng's instructions, he could not expose his identity.

Therefore, he could only mutter a few words to himself.

"Hmph, for the sake of the wine, let's forget about it this time.”

Although he looked a little unhappy, he was very diligent in his work.

In no time at all, he brought out a large pottery jar.

Seeing that there were still a few jars inside, he reached out to take them again.

"Hey, hey, hey, one jar is enough!"

"What do you mean enough? I, Old Ben, am known for being able to drink a thousand cups of wine.”

"F * ck, do you know how much it costs to brew this jar of wine…"

During the Qin Dynasty, there was no explicit ban on brewing wine.

However, there was also an extremely exaggerated tax on folk wine.

For wine, ten times the cost would be added.

"You scammed us of so much money. How did you do that?”

Lin Yang rolled his eyes and ignored Wang Ben.

After all, Wang Ben was telling the truth.

But then again, could the wine he brewed be compared to the wine of this period?

In this era, the alcohol was only a dozen degrees.

Then, he looked at his rice wine.

It was at least thirty degrees.

This was not something of the same level at all.

If she drank too much, he must warn her.

As the fragrance became stronger.

A few dishes were also served.

"Old Ben, Old Terry, hurry up and serve the dishes!”

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