The next morning, a large number of Bad People reappeared on the streets.
Overnight, all the houses in the Cui Family manor vanished, and both the owners and servants were awakened from their dreams.
When they came to their senses, they found the huge manor completely empty, leaving only a bunch of disheveled, unlucky souls shivering in the Han Feng.
The head of the Cui Family immediately coughed up blood and fainted.
The theft of the family's treasury had already damaged the family's foundation, but fortunately, the family's various businesses were still able to operate normally. Yesterday, the sum of money from last month was just delivered, and today it's gone again.
Not only did they lose their money, they also lost their house.
When the head of the Cui Family woke up, he began to hurl insults...
" Li Er, you've undermined the foundation of my family's power; I'll make sure you suffer the consequences."
In his view, only Li Shimin had this ability.
Although he didn't know how Li Shimin did it, he didn't believe that any other force besides Emperor Li Shimin could have done it.
Li Shimin probably never imagined that he would be unwittingly burdened with such a huge accusation.
Meanwhile, other prominent families in Chang'an City were also thrown into panic after hearing about the Cui Family's situation.
Last time, starting with the Cui Family, the money vaults of all the major families were robbed. Will they suffer the same calamity as the Cui Family this time?
That noon, the head of the Cui Family invited the heads of various prominent families in Chang'an City to a gathering at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.
The various powerful families' scheming had absolutely nothing to do with Ling Yi.
He looked at the three-story building, which already had a basic framework, but he was very dissatisfied.
With a wave of his hand, he put the small building back into his Personal Space. With a thought, the small building in his Personal Space automatically turned into a pile of dust.
Within his Personal Space, Ling Yi could control any matter, squeezing and shaping it however he pleased.
This isn't Personal Space; it's a free-flowing space.
But Ling Yi doesn't understand architecture.
This thing looks simple, but once you actually start using it, you'll realize there's a lot more to it than meets the eye.
This thing can't be made by just piling up a few bricks.
Even if you could pile them up, they would still look incredibly ugly.
"Forget it, let's stay at an inn for today. We'll find a craftsman who knows how to build houses later; you need professionals for this kind of thing."
Don't assume that the Tang Dynasty's architectural skills were lacking. If their skills were poor, how could such a magnificent Chang'an City have been built?
Without the technological support of later generations, ancient people had to rely not only on sheer numbers but also on their Wisdom to the fullest extent to complete a project.
Ling Yi glanced at the yard, now bare again, and turned to leave...
This is Ling Yi's second time visiting Ten Thousand Blessings Restaurant.
There's no other way; we had to choose the best among the worst. Although the food at Ten Thousand Blessings Restaurant wasn't great, it was still much better than other places.
Meat is out of the question; I simply Chichi.
Meat is out of the question, but surely vegetables will do? The result was even more disappointing for Ling Yi.
Winter isn't over yet, so where will we find fresh vegetables? As for meat, it's mostly lamb, and poultry is also rare.
Fortunately, there weren't all unpalatable items in this restaurant, such as the pancake that Ling Yi was currently munching on.
Ling Yi has already eaten three, and still can't figure out what this thing is made of.
It's like flour, but a bit coarser.
It does resemble the flatbread made by the Xiongnu.
Although Ling Yi had never eaten sesame cakes, his Personal Space had Deprivation many Xiongnu people of their memories, so he naturally knew about sesame cakes.
But the flatbread in my hand is clearly made with different ingredients than a regular flatbread.
Ling Yi beckoned to the waiter, handed him a few copper coins, and asked, "Young man, what is this flatbread made of?"
The waiter happily put away the copper coins, but was stunned for a moment after hearing Ling Yi's words.
They probably didn't expect this young master to ask such a question; it's common sense.
But since I've accepted their money, I naturally have to give them a reply.
"Young master, this is made by mixing wheat flour and wild rice flour, then baking it."
Xiaomai Ling Yi knew what this wild rice was, but what exactly was it?
Ling Yi's understanding of history is limited to hearsay from history textbooks and various short videos.
I'm not very clear on what people ate in different dynasties.
Ling Yi's heart stirred, and he asked, "I wonder if your manager is here?"
The waiter asked cautiously, "May I ask what business this young master has with my manager?"
"I have a business deal with you; go and get the people yourself!"
Ling Yi was dressed in luxurious clothes, and his every move was extraordinary. The waiter couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt that this young master was no ordinary person.
After a moment's hesitation, the waiter said, "Please wait a moment!"
Then he ran towards the kitchen.
A moment later, a portly middle-aged man in a black robe came out with the waiter.
Upon seeing Ling Yi, the middle-aged man was also taken aback.
He knew Ling Yi, or rather, he remembered what Ling Yi looked like.
He was there when the young master of the Cui Family insulted Ling Yi last time.
In addition, Ling Yi always gives off a special aura that makes him stand out from everything around him, making him hard to forget after just one glance.
"I am Cheng Qi. I have met you before, young master. I did not expect that your demeanor would become even more extraordinary in just a few days."
Ling Yi looked at him with surprise and asked, "You know me?"
"Young master, you possess an extraordinary air about you. You left a deep impression on me the last time we met. May I ask your name?"
Ling Yi suddenly realized, and nodded, saying, "My name is Ling Yi."
"I wonder what brings you here, young master?" Cheng Qi asked with a smile.
He was pondering Ling Yi's background. Ling was not a common surname, but he did not look down on him.
His Ling Yi temperament was truly remarkable.
Moreover, for a businessperson, a smiling and welcoming demeanor is essential for making money.
"I have some recipes for certain foods that I'd like to collaborate with Elder Cheng."
Elder Cheng was completely taken aback by what Ling Yi said, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
He couldn't help but recall the first time Ling Yi came to his restaurant, and how she spat it out after taking just one bite.
Elder Cheng was also very dissatisfied at the time, and even thought that Ling Yi had come to cause trouble.
But Ling Yi's demeanor didn't seem fake, which greatly annoyed Elder Cheng at the time.
Although his Ten Thousand Blessings Restaurant wasn't the best restaurant in Chang'an City, it was still among the top three.
Our family's cuisine is renowned; our chefs all learned their skills from the imperial chefs in the palace.
The taste should be pretty good.
But Ling Yi's expression at the time didn't seem fake; it was as if he genuinely found it hard to accept.
Now that Ling Yi has returned, he proposes a collaboration based on food and cooking. Does this mean that everything he eats is a delicacy?
"I'd like to hear the details!" Thinking this, Elder Cheng's curiosity only intensified.
Ling Yi thought for a moment and asked, "May I take a look at your kitchen?"
Elder Cheng assumed Ling Yi was going to demonstrate the method, so he naturally nodded and said, "Okay!"
The kitchen was larger than Ling Yi had expected, with a space of at least forty square meters, and it was not dirty or messy at all.
There were four helpers and one cook in the kitchen.
The cook looked quite old; his hair and beard were half-gray, but he was also slightly overweight and had an oily face.
Ling Yi may not be able to do it, but he's certainly good at theoretical discussions.
After a brief inquiry, it was discovered that too many things were missing. The salt used was coarse salt with large granules, and the pigments were also mixed. Ling Yi didn't even know if eating this stuff would cause poisoning.
There were no Sichuan Hua Jiao, star anise, soy sauce, white vinegar, chili peppers, black pepper, or star anise at all.
However, every time the cook put rice in, he would put in a spice bag wrapped in cloth.
Ling Yi had no idea what was in the packet; it smelled fishy and foul, with a slightly pungent, spicy odor mixed in.
According to the chef, this is a sachet, used when stewing vegetables.
It's a family secret recipe; ordinary people can't even afford to use it.
Moreover, this thing isn't something you can just throw away. One sachet is used to make at least dozens of pots of soup and vegetables before it's completely lost its flavor and is finally thrown away.
Seeing Ling Yi's disgusted expression, the cook immediately became displeased, raising his chin and looking at Ling Yi, asking, "Does this young master look down on my sachet?"
Ling Yi waved his hand, too lazy to argue with him, and instead looked at Cheng Qi, saying, " Elder Cheng, for the next period of time, we'll need your full cooperation!"
"I wonder what Brother Ling needs?" Cheng Qi asked, frowning.
"First, close the restaurant!"
"This..."
Ling Yi directly pulled out a Kingpin and slammed it on the table.
Cheng Qi's eyes lit up. It wasn't that he was greedy for money, but rather that ordinary people couldn't afford or produce Kingpin.
Even the wealthiest families mostly had copper coins in their possession, rarely using silver or gold.
Even with his distinguished background and extensive experience, he rarely saw Kingpin.
"Young Master Ling, you are too kind. Whatever you need, please do as you please."
Elder Cheng changed his Kung Fu Hustle of addressing Ling Yi three times in such a short time. When they first met, he called him Young Master Ling, which was just politeness between strangers.
Afterwards, feeling that we could communicate as equals, I called him Brother Ling.
After selling a Kingpin and discovering that Ling Yi's background might be more powerful than he had imagined, he changed his address to Young Master Ling to show respect.
Although he coveted the Kingpin, he dared not accept it; it would be too hot to handle.
So Elder Cheng pushed the Kingpin back.
Ling Yi couldn't understand Elder Cheng's Changes and actions, but he could sense that the other party's tone towards him had become much more polite.
Ling Yi had collected the wealth of almost all the aristocratic families in Chang'an City, and although there weren't many Kingpin, there were still several hundred of them.
Besides, Ling Yi had stolen the Kingpin, so he didn't really care about it.
Cheng Qi Wind Walk, waiving the meal fees for some customers and then closing the shop.
After that, Ling Yi directed the cooks and staff to do four things.
The first one is rendering lard.
Why are stir-frying and deep-frying not common cooking methods in this era? Because there's no oil.
The second is refining fine salt.
Ling Yi knew the general theory of purifying crude salt and filtering out impurities, but he had never actually done it before, so this process took a lot of time.
Thirdly, make pancakes, layered pancakes.
Ling Yi knew what to do and succeeded easily.
Fourthly, stir-frying!