This time the cream cake did not disappoint Luo Yong. After the tasting cakes were delivered this afternoon, more than 100 bamboo sticks were sold at the A-sister's food shop.

"I sold so many bamboo sticks to go out..." That bamboo stick was twenty-eight cents. Aunt Luo was shocked to receive money these days. She was both happy and worried. Selling so many bamboo sticks to go out, isn't it just like collecting other people's money first to spend it.

"Sister is not planning to open a tofu shop, and you don't have to rent a house. I'm looking around in Chang'an City and just buy another small courtyard." Luo Yong said to Aunt Luo.

"It's all spent? You owed a lot of money on Lishi before, so why don't you take it to pay off the debt first?" said Aunt Luo.

"At the end of this summer, when the Zhao family came from Lishi County, they transported a lot of money and came over. The debts owed by the threshing machine earlier were paid back now." There is no need to worry about the remaining half. Luo Yong wants to pay it back, but they may not be willing to collect it. It is okay to put it aside first.

"Sanlang, you said, it's a bit inappropriate to sell so many bamboo sticks? I'm afraid that something will happen in the future." The more bamboo sticks are sold, the more uneasy Aunt Luo feels.

"Sister is afraid of encountering something that cannot be overcome?" Luo Yong asked with a smile.

"I'm not afraid of this," said Aunt Luo.

Luo Yong has always been reliable. In recent years, the siblings and his brothers have become accustomed to relying on him. He doesn't think that there will be any obstacles that cannot be overcome for Luo Yong. Besides, now she and Er Niang are gradually standing up. Even if they encounter any difficulties, the siblings and brothers can support each other.

"Sister, what are you afraid of?" Luo Yong asked her.

"..." Aunt Luo thought about it, but she didn't know what she was afraid of.

That night, Aunt Luo was lying on the bed and thinking about it, but in the end she figured it out. She was actually afraid of things and didn't know what she was afraid of. Anyway, she was afraid of fear.

She had thought before that if Luo used this big move, was it a bit unsafe enough? Now that she thinks about it carefully, her so-called sensibility is not really safe. This layer of coat called sensibility is actually cowardice.

She was obviously timid and afraid of things, but she insisted on packaging such a weak mentality as safe. Saburo must have seen it clearly...

Luo Yong really saw it very clearly. In his opinion, Aunt Luo, who is only twenty-one years old this year, has done a good job at present.

Cowardice is something that everyone has. The difference is that some people can face up to their own cowardice and work hard to overcome it. Some people live in such cowardice all their lives, weaving countless lies and excuses in their own world, and then keeping cowardly with peace of mind.

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"Your Majesty, I heard that Na Luo Sanro has made another food called cake recently. It tastes quite good. Your Majesty cannot go there in person, so it would be better to let the palace servants buy it."

On this day, when a minister came to the palace to discuss matters with the emperor, he mentioned something about the cake and then presented a few bamboo sticks to His Majesty the Emperor.

His Majesty the Emperor took the bamboo sticks, held them in his hand and played with them for a while, and then asked, "Can the secret words on the bamboo stick be solved?"

"Not yet." The minister bowed.

"Your dear, do these secret words have profound meanings?" the emperor asked again.

"It should be just a mark, just in case someone makes a fake sign and get it to their shop for use." The minister replied.

The emperor paused and said again: "Two days ago, someone told me that the signature engraved on the signature was a secret word that communicated with the enemy."

When the minister heard this, the sweat on his forehead came out. If he really said that, half of Chang'an City was suspected of colluding with the enemy, because many people had come into contact with this bamboo stick, and many outstanding students in the Six Schools would also be implicated.

Logically speaking, the emperor should not let this argument be confirmed. After all, it involves too much, but what if His Majesty the Emperor has just had enough of these aristocratic families in the past two years, planning to make a big move and turn the entire court into his own one-man show?

"Your Majesty, do you want to thoroughly investigate this matter?" The minister didn't dare to say that this argument must be fake. What if he and Luo Yong were the same group at that time?

"It's just a speculation of catching up on the wind and shadows. It's not worth mobilizing troops to investigate." The emperor smiled and asked the minister again: "How many bamboo sticks have you sold in Sister's Food Store now?"

"There are always thousands of them." The minister replied.

"The movement is very fast." The emperor smiled.

Owe so much foreign debts, it can be considered that it has established some debt relationship with many people. Although this relationship is shallow, it is quite broad. Although it is incomparable to those aristocratic families with deep roots, it is at least like a coffin board, firmly nailing itself to the land of Chang'an City. It is neither gold nor stone, nor indestructible, but it takes some effort to pull him up again.

After the minister left, the emperor sprinkled the bamboo sticks in his hand onto the desk, and saw that the seemingly ordinary bamboo sticks were engraved with strings of numbers composed of "0" and "1".

Except for Luo Sanlang himself, no one knows what these numbers mean. Many people believe that Luo Sanlang can tell the authenticity of the bamboo stick by just looking at the numbers on the bamboo stick.

Although those who can afford the buffet breakfast of Ma's Guest House are decent people in Chang'an City and are unlikely to do such things as having a fake bamboo stick to eat, the necessary anti-counterfeiting measures need to be done.

Luo Yong first numbered these bamboo sticks, and then translated these numbers into binary, a string of numbers composed of "0" and "1". Doing so may not have a good anti-counterfeiting effect, but it also has some deterrent effect. In addition, numbering each bamboo stick is a very necessary task.

Luo Yong has planned to hire another person in the past few days, and is responsible for sorting out bamboo sticks. Everyone who comes to eat the buffet breakfast will register their names and numbers on the tags. If there is any mistake on one day, just take some time to check it, and you can basically find out which number of tags have problems. The corresponding one can also find out who are the people who come to eat with these tags.

This is a very meticulous and tedious job, and it has to be someone Luo Yong can trust, but it is difficult to find for a while.

·

On the 10th day of December, before dawn and before the morning drum sounded, many people came to the Ma family house for a buffet. This time, most of them were older ladies and younger ladies.

"That's Luo Sanlang?"

"He looks so white."

"It looks good when you smile."

"I heard that he is not married yet?"

"I don't know if there is a little lady I like."

"It must not be there yet."

"It's not long before he comes to Chang'an City."

“…”

Luo Yong was building a road outside this summer, and was so dark that he was as dark as a candy cake by the sun. Now a few months have passed, and he has returned unknowingly.

Today he wore a fine linen robe with gray and white, standing on the temporary operating table in a corner of the second floor hall, placing the flowers. He looked refreshing and quiet. When he didn't speak, he looked like a handsome young man.

Luo Yong also heard the whispers of those people over there. To be honest, this is exactly the effect he wants today. People in the 21st century know that dessert is just about the refreshing and handsome scene of the dessert station guy.

This time, this piping is more beautiful than the samples sent out for people to try a few days ago. It is no longer a pure white color. Luo used the past few days to tinker with three colors.

The red ones are made of mulberry flavor, the green ones are made of courgette flavor, and the yellow ones are made of peach flavor. The mulberry flavor is made of dried mulberry soaked in water, the courgette peel is made of courgette skin and concentrated, and the peach is made of canned peach. Although these colors are not very bright and beautiful, they are better because of their naturalness and tastes relatively good.

After the morning drum beat, Qiao Junlin came soon. Last night, Luo used himself to work here alone and asked Qiao Junlin to go back to Feng'anfang. After all, he still had to focus on his studies and it was not easy to take up his time in studying and practicing martial arts.

Qiao Junlin also wore a robe like Luo Yong today. The two of them worked together to finally deal with the peak period. There were so many female guests here for breakfast buffet this day. Although this small cake was limited, with only one per person, there was no one to resist the number of people. It was estimated that it was less than eight o'clock, and the chiffon cake and butter prepared yesterday were consumed.

"Why is it gone, when is that?"

"Isn't the breakfast banquet going to end more than an hour?"

"Why didn't you do more yesterday?"

"Is it still too late to make it now? My little lady came here specially today just to eat a cake."

There were quite a lot of people coming late, and some people were a little unhappy without eating. For a moment, the door of the Ma family house was bustling, and many people were expressing their dissatisfaction there.

At this time, a carriage passed by the door of the Grand Sister Food Shop. Seeing this lively scene, someone in the car said, "This Grand Sister Food Shop is lively."

"I heard that a food called cake has just been launched, and the little ladies love it very much." Another person said.

"Since the cake is so delicious, why don't you make more and sell it? You insist on it like this, so people want to buy it but can't."

"If everyone can buy it, it won't be rare. How will his bamboo stick be sold?"

"In my opinion, selling those bamboo sticks may not be as good as selling cakes as making money."

"This is true, but why do you think Nara Saburo just wants to make money?"

"Where are there any businessmen in this world who don't want to make money?"

"It's true that he wants to make money, and it's true that he wants to borrow money."

"Look at that person, is the eunuch in the palace?" At this time, another young man who had not spoken suddenly pointed to the crowd outside the window and said to the other two people.

"The eunuch's surname is Xu, and he is the personal eunuch next to the saint." The other two looked over and quickly recognized the eunuch's identity.

"Why is he crowding here too?"

"Looking at his anxious look, I'm afraid he didn't buy a cake."

"You said Luo Sanlang, can you give the emperor face this time?"

"Who knows?"

"Just make a bet."

"What are you betting?"
Chapter completed!