Everyone was looking forward to the beautiful money prospects of the coal lotus business, so they heard the sound of gongs ringing outside.

Seeing the young master's inquiring eyes, Sun Dawu quickly explained, "It's the worker's meal."

Then he smiled diligently and said, "I guess the young master is coming today, so I specially hired a chef from the farm. If the young master doesn't dislike it, I will make do with it here."

"No," Zhao Hao smiled and said, "But look at the workers' food first."

"It's a matter of the way." Sun Dawu hurriedly helped Zhao Hao pick up the cloak.

After the young master was dressed neatly, everyone surrounded him out of the courtyard.

After turning a few piles of coal about a meter high, I saw workers knocking on coal blocks for a morning, lined up in long lines to wait for the meal under the shouts of the manager.

Zhao Hao passed over them and went straight to the place where the meal was served.

I saw dozens of large pots lined up. Beside each pot, a chef was holding a large spoon, scooping a spoonful of soup and vegetables into a coarse porcelain bowl.

The workers all over the body hurriedly took the bowl with one hand and the two big buns handed to the kitchen, saying thank you all the time.

"Next!"

Although the chef and the chef manager ignore them, no workers will care about these details.

All their minds were attracted by the hot and fragrant food. They left the team and sat on the pile of coals, unable to wait to swallow them.

Zhao Hao walked to the pot, took the chef's spoon and stirred it in the pot, and saw that it was a stew of cabbage, radish, bones, chicken feet, and a small amount of pigs and sheep.

"Young Master, look, it tastes very good, both meat and vegetables..." Sun Dawu hurriedly came up and said with a look of excellence: "The villain dares to put his words here, within a radius of hundreds of miles, this group is the only food!"

"Is that true?" Zhao Hao returned the spoon to the chef and asked the workers in line.

When the workers saw that he was the chief supervisor, and his clothes looked like the young master of a wealthy family, they hurriedly nodded and bowed their heads and said timidly:

“Yes, yes, yes…”

"Are you satisfied?" Zhao Hao picked up a brown bun, broke it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Satisfied, I've eaten so well, my master is alive, Bodhisattva..."

The workers were busy nodding like pecking rice.

"..." Zhao Hao nodded silently, turned around and left.

He only slapped his chest hard until he left everyone's sight and said with a long breath: "I almost choked to death..."

This made Sun Dawu, who almost frightened his soul, breathed a sigh of relief, and Xiaoyi smiled and said, "Young Master has never eaten such coarse grains."

"What are you doing?" Zhao Hao was so angry that he threw most of the dry food left in his hand into Sun Dawu's arms.

"This is sorghum noodles, mung bean noodles..." Sun Dawu broke a piece of it uncertainly and put it into his mouth and tried it hard and said, "There is soba noodles?"

"You're still wearing bran!" Zhao Hao took the kettle offered by Gao Wu, and drank a sip of water to moisten his hot voice.

"Yes..." Sun Dawu said in a confused manner: "How can I not add bran?"

"..." Zhao Hao pursed his lips and said something he wanted to scold Sun Dawu, saying that this was different from what he expected, and it was at least a meat dish, a vegetarian dish, and a vegetable soup. The steamed buns were mixed with coarse and fine grains.

But I saw the workers eating so sweetly, and the laughter of satisfaction came one after another.

It seems that this is enough at the moment...

For capitalists, workers' expectations management is a big deal, and blindly raising standards is not a good thing.

Zhao Hao suppressed the inappropriate request and only mentioned two points: "Don't mix bran in the future, and you must be full."

"Yes, don't worry, young master." Sun Dawu said with a heavy emphasis: "I promise not to get involved."

After lunch, Cai Ming and several subordinates began to teach the managers how to drive coal lotus roots.

Zhao Hao told Sun Dawu that the key recipes of this coal cake are two key recipes.

"The coal lotus mixed with sawdust is used to ignite fire. There is no need to produce too much. There are ten ordinary lotus roots and one fire-induced coal to ignite fire."

Looking at the managers who were busy mixing coal and soil in the distance, Zhao Hao whispered: "The most important thing is to sip lime. Only by mixing this thing can the quality of the coal lotus roots be good."

"Don't worry, young master, the villain will not be revealed even if he dies!" Sun Dawu couldn't help but feel grateful for the young master's trust, and immediately came up with a confidentiality plan and said: "The villain recommends taking soil from another place, mixing loess and slurry lime before transporting it in."

"Yes, you are an expert!" Zhao Hao nodded in approval, completely believing that Ji Sizheng did not fool him, and that all he gave him were elite soldiers.

"It's just that I'm afraid it's not easy to hide it." Sun Dawu thought for a while, and then said bitterly: "It's okay at the beginning. When the transaction becomes bigger, I don't know how many people start to think about us, sooner or later we can understand this section."

"Of course." Zhao Hao nodded, but said beyond Sun Dawu's expectations: "You don't need to be careful, just let your colleagues know. If you have money, you can make money together."

"Ah?" Sun Dawu felt relieved for a while, and then he was filled with question marks again. "What does this mean by young master? Our family is the most comfortable to make money, right?"

"You are so comfortable, but I can't solve so many refugees by myself, so everyone needs to help me." Zhao Hao only told him a little thought, and then smiled with a stinky smile: "Besides, I have more tricks, so they can follow me and learn slowly."

The so-called "one flower blooms alone" is not spring, but a hundred flowers bloom in the garden. Mr. Zhao hopes that someone will learn from him, and the more people he learns, the happier he will be.

"Hey, the villain can't keep up with the young master's idea..." Sun Dawu flattered and then asked: "By the way, young master, do you need a special stove to burn coal lotus roots?"

"There is a special stove, but I don't plan to do it."

Zhao Hao nodded again, then shook his head, and almost flashed Fatty Sun's old waist again.

The furnaces that burn honeycomb coal in later generations were very simple in structure and the current technology was fully capable of producing.

But it has a disadvantage that it hates so much that it makes people use half of the honeycomb coal!

This kind of thing that will seriously affect the sales of coal lotus roots, Mr. Zhao, who is "not to make money", will never do it.

Anyway, you can still burn the coal lotus root in ordinary stoves at home, but it is fine to throw it directly into the charcoal basin.

It's just that it will burn quickly...

Well, that's the advantage.

After Cai Ming finished teaching, Zhao Hao was about to go home.

Just when I was about to get on the bus, I saw that the sales manager Guo Da, who brought a bunch of subordinates to push the cart back.

"So fast?" Zhao Hao withdrew his feet and turned to look at the sweaty fat man.

"Hi, young master, you can grab all the money without blinking." The fat man from the little black said with a smile: "If I hadn't stopped you forcibly, those 150 coal lotus roots would have been snatched by several families."

"Well, bring more people tomorrow." Zhao Hao smiled and patted his shoulder, and ordered Sun Dawu to say:

"Tomorrow, Ji Sizheng should send a batch of big trucks. You can transfer 500 people out and set up a logistics...uh, a transportation team."

"Yes, young master." Sun Dawu nodded quickly.

"You should serve as the transport team leader first, and then find someone to take over when you are too busy." Zhao Hao told Guo Da again: "Continue to send it to me tomorrow, so that as many families can use coal lotus roots."

"Yes, young master!" The fat black man hurriedly replied: "I guarantee to send it to every alley!"

"It seems that I have to fight at night tonight." Sun Dawu's scalp was numb. How many coal lotus roots do he have in his hand now? One hundred or eighty?

"In extraordinary times, work hard and increase your wages appropriately if you work night shifts." Zhao Hao nodded, and after giving the order, he left.
Chapter completed!