Five Hundred and Sixty-Nine: The Prodigal Son Feng Zhen (2)

"Lord, I feel a little strange..."

Jiang Pengji smiled and took a pair of chopsticks and asked him, "What's weird?"

She took Zhang Ping to inspect all the drainage points in Xiangyang County and found that the drainage pipes were operating normally. The scorching sun happened to be high above their heads, and their stomachs were empty. Jiang Pengji and Zhang Ping found a seat in a restaurant and planned to order some. Each dish makes up for a meal.

Coincidentally, this restaurant is officially opened and named Zhike Zhai.

She looked around. The restaurant was simply and elegantly decorated, and the environment was quiet. It was indeed a good place to eat.

Well, Wei Ci did a good job on this one.

Not long after the two sat down, the door curtain of the small room was opened, and a waiter with a broken hand came in.

The other party looked at Jiang Pengji and Zhang Ping in surprise. They were stunned for a while before kneeling down heavily.

"Youngster, I have met my lord!"

The restaurant is open by the government, and the employees inside are either injured and retired soldiers or family members of soldiers who died in the war. The waiter in front of him is a soldier who retired due to disability. He found a position as a waiter in the restaurant.

He is said to be a waiter, but he is a veteran who has been on the battlefield. He can also serve as a thug, and his monthly salary can support a family of three.

Until now, the veteran still insists on the habit of daily morning training. Although he is disabled, he is in good spirits.

Jiang Pengji said, "Get up, Xiheng and I are just here to have a meal, don't do these false gifts."

The waiter stood up obediently, still a little restrained.

Jiang Pengji took a scroll of bamboo slips, which was the menu of the restaurant.

The audience in the live broadcast room provided ideas. Each bamboo slip had a dish name written on it, divided into categories, which looked very novel.

Jiang Pengji read the names of the dishes and ordered two, three vegetarian and two meat dishes. Then she gave the menu to Zhang Ping and took advantage of this time to ask some questions. Basically, she asked the veteran how his life was after being disabled and retired. The veteran slowly let go. I am more courageous and less restrained.

She asked a question, and the veteran answered it honestly.

"To report back to my lord, I'm living a pretty good life as a kid. A few months ago, Iceman arranged a matchmaking and got married to a wife. Now I'm three months pregnant. The job in the restaurant is not heavy.

The younger one comes to clean the shop at midnight every day, prepares to open the shop, and closes the shop at midnight. He can get two stipends every month, which is enough for the family to eat, clothe, and chew, and there is still a lot of private room left every month. The younger daughter-in-law is also hard-working, knitting sweaters at home..."

Jiang Pengji asked in detail, and the veteran also had endless things to say. His face was slightly flushed with excitement, but not gloomy at all.

Zhang Ping silently read the menu back and forth seventeen or eighteen times to "delay" time for his lord.

[Work hard to save the manuscript]: I go to work at Mao hour and close at Hai hour... Come to think of it, does that mean you go to work at five o'clock in the morning and get off work at nine o'clock in the evening? Will it be too tiring? Seeing as he has broken his left hand, will his life be very inconvenient? If it were modern times, I would probably be able to reattach the hand... In ancient times... well, I would be disabled for the rest of my life.

[Strive to break out next month]: Listen carefully to their conversation. This veteran can receive three years of disability subsidies, which adds up to a lot. He plays the role of waiter and thug guard, and earns the salary of two people at work... life should be good?

After watching the live broadcast room for a long time, the audience understands Jiang Pengji's situation to some extent. The veteran's life is not bad now.

[Cultivation of Immortality in the Midnight]: By the way, why is it that the disability allowance is given continuously for three years, instead of giving it all at once?

[I Want to Become an Immortal]: According to my analysis, there are probably two reasons. It's a one-time payment, and the anchor has a heavy burden. After all, it's not just a soldier killed or injured. Second, if you don’t restrain yourself and spend it all, what will you do in the future? I think these three years of subsidies should be a buffer for veterans. In three years, if you are patient, you can learn a craft to make a living. By then, will you be able to support yourself without the subsidies?

Although the audience in the live broadcast room did not guess all of them correctly, they were not far from Jiang Pengji's intention.

The veteran is diligent and the wife he marries is also capable, so the family still has hope for life.

Jiang Pengji nodded, and Zhang Ping handed the menu back to the veteran with a wink.

After the veteran left, Zhang Ping said, "Zhikezhai's business is good."

The food in the restaurant tastes great, and every meal is always full of guests. Even though the price here is four or five times more expensive than ordinary restaurants, people still come here to support it. Of course, ordinary people don’t have the money to eat here often, so they can still afford it once in a while.

Jiang Pengji said, "When the restaurant business stabilizes, I plan to ask the chef to teach the recipes of ordinary dishes to other restaurants in the county."

Zhang Ping was stunned for a moment and didn't react for a while.

Why did the Lord suddenly say this?

Jiang Pengji said, "If the officials don't compete with the people for profit, the people won't be able to compete with them. The business of Zhike Zhai is good enough. If it continues to grow, it will definitely squeeze out other people's restaurants, which is contrary to my original intention. Let the cooks take over The ordinary recipes are open to the public, and people can eat cheap and delicious food. Zhikezhai continues to take the more expensive route, and the two do not interfere with each other. "

Jiang Pengji thought about the name of the restaurant for a long time, and finally adopted the audience's suggestion and named it "Zhike Zhai".

To put it bluntly, it is a matter of customer base and audience. Common people’s restaurants entertain ordinary people and a meal does not cost a lot of money. Zhike Zhai’s dishes are relatively expensive and they entertain customers with financial means. They take the mid-to-high-end route and try to separate the two. customer base.

Jiang Pengji was not short of money. She could afford to subsidize disabled soldiers, so there was no need to go crazy and snatch the business of ordinary people.

Zhang Ping understood and couldn't help but sigh.

When the lord is unreliable, his lord is really unreliable at all, but if the lord is reliable, then Ming Jun is no more than that.

How many people in power tried to steal people's money in an ugly way, but only the lord saw it clearly and did it flawlessly.

While the two were talking, there were alarming coughing sounds from the dining room next door.

Zhang Ping suddenly remembered something and said, "Lord, Ping remembered something was wrong."

There were coughing sounds along the way!

I don't know where it started, but Zhang Ping could always hear this coughing sound. Who was he muttering about before? He was so sick and still wandering around. Now... He looked solemn, raised his hand and took out the dagger from his waist, and looked at it. Looking dangerously in the direction from which the cough came.

They were followed all the way!

Jiang Pengji smiled and waved to him, "Put it away, just have a meal."

Zhang Ping is an otaku scholar with poor martial arts skills, but Jiang Pengji is not. She has known for a long time that someone is following them all the way.

Zhang Ping was surprised and put the dagger back into its sheath before the waiter served the food.

"Lord, have you known this for a long time?" Zhang Ping asked.

"What else?" Jiang Pengji smiled and turned sideways, and the waiter at the convenience store set up the food table, "Who doesn't know this face in Xiangyang County? I'm not a popular person. If someone doesn't like me, take advantage of me. What should I do if I'm single? If your master doesn't even have this vigilance, how can he dare to run around the county with a scumbag? Eat, and meet the guy next door after you're full."

As soon as she finished speaking, the coughing sound became more violent.

Zhang Ping: "..."