"My Lord, Ping feels a little strange..."

Jiang Pengji smiled and fetched a pair of chopsticks and asked him, "what's strange?"

She took Zhang Ping to inspect all the drainage points in Xiangyang County and found that the drainage pipes operated normally. It happened that the hot sun hung high above their heads and their stomachs were empty. Jiang Pengji and Zhang Ping found a place in a restaurant and planned to order a few dishes for a meal.

Coincidentally, this restaurant is officially opened and named zhikezhai.

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

Well, Weici did a good job on this one.

Not long after they sat down, the curtain of the small wing room was lifted and a waiter with a broken palm came in.

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

"I've seen the Lord!"

The restaurant is officially opened. The employees in it are either soldiers who were injured and retired or the families of soldiers who died in the war. In front of him, the waiter 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. At least he is a veteran who has been on the battlefield. He can also play a guest role as a fighter. His monthly salary can support a family of three.

Up to now, veterans still adhere to the habit of daily morning training. Although people are disabled, they have good energy and spirit.

Jiang Pengji said, "get up. Xiheng and I just come over for dinner. Don't make these false gifts."

The waiter got up obediently and was still a little restrained.

Jiang Pengji took a roll of bamboo slips. This is the menu of the restaurant.

The idea provided by the audience in the live broadcasting room is that each bamboo slip has a dish name written on it, which is classified into different categories. It looks very novel.

Jiang Pengji looked at the names of the dishes, ordered two, three vegetarian dishes and two meat dishes, and then gave the menu to Zhang Ping. At this time, she asked some questions, basically about the days after the veterans retired with disabilities. The veterans slowly relaxed their courage and were not so restrained.

When she asked a question, the veteran answered it honestly.

"If you tell your Lord, my life is OK. A few months ago, the Iceman talked to the media and married a daughter-in-law. Now she is three months pregnant. The restaurant is not heavy. I come to clean up every day at Mao and prepare to open the shop. I close the shop at Hai. I can get two salaries every month. My family can eat, dress and chew. There are a lot of private houses left every month. My daughter-in-law is also hardworking and wears wool at home Clothes... "

Jiang Pengji asked in detail. The veteran also had endless words. Her face was flushed with excitement, and there was no dark color at all.

Zhang Ping silently looked back and forth at the menu seventeen or eight times to "delay" his Lord.

[try to save the manuscript]: go to work at Mao hour and close at Hai hour... Well, that's five in the morning and nine in the evening? Is it too tired? If his left hand is broken, will life be very inconvenient? If modern, it is estimated that the hand can still be connected... Ancient... Alas, a lifetime of disability.

[strive for next month's outbreak]: listen carefully to their dialogue. This veteran can receive three years of disability allowance, which adds up to a lot. He acts as a waiter and a hatchet guard. He gets two people's wages at work... Should life be good?

After watching the live studio for a long time, the audience knows more or less about Jiang Pengji. The veterans are not bad now.

[cultivating immortals in the middle of the night]: in other words, why is it bad to give three-year disability subsidies at one time?

[I want to be immortal]: according to my analysis, there are probably two reasons. One time, the anchor has a great burden here. After all, it's not a soldier's death or injury. Second, if you don't restrain spending, what will you do in the future? I think the three-year subsidy should give veterans a buffer time. In three years, if they are patient, they can learn a skill to make a living. At that time, they can support themselves without the subsidy?

Although the audience in the live studio did not guess correctly, it was not far from Jiang Pengji's intention.

The veteran is hardworking and his wife is capable. There is still hope for the life of the family.

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

When the veteran left, Zhang Ping said, "zhikezhai's business is good."

The food in the restaurant tastes excellent. Every meal is always full of guests. Even if the price here is four or five times higher than that in ordinary restaurants, people still come here to support it. Of course, people don't have the economy to eat often. They can afford to eat once in a while.

Jiang Pengji said, "when the restaurant business stabilizes, I'm going to ask the cook to teach the recipes of ordinary dishes to other restaurants in the county."

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

Why did the Lord suddenly say this?

Jiang Pengji said, "officials don't compete with the people for profits, and the people can't afford it. Zhikezhai's business is good enough. If it continues to grow, it will definitely squeeze other people's restaurants, which is contrary to my original intention. Let the cook make the ordinary recipes public, and the people can also eat cheap and delicious food. Zhikezhai continues to follow the route of relatively high prices, and the two will not interfere with each other."

Jiang Pengji thought about the name of the restaurant for a long time, and finally adopted the suggestions of the audience and named it "zhikezhai".

To put it bluntly, it is the problem of the audience of the customer group. The restaurants of the common people entertain the common people. A meal costs little. The dishes cooked in zhikezhai are more expensive. Entertain the customers with economic ability, take the medium and high-end route, and try to separate the customer groups of the two.

Jiang Pengji doesn't need money to subsidize disabled soldiers. She can afford it. There's no need to rush to rob ordinary people's business.

Zhang Ping understood and couldn't help feeling very much.

When you are unreliable, your Lord is really unreliable, but if you are reliable, Mingjun is just so.

How many superiors have shamefully restrained the people's money, but the Lord can see it clearly and do it without leakage.

While they were talking, there were bursts of startling coughs in the food compartment next door.

Zhang Ping suddenly remembered something and said, "Lord, what's wrong with Ping."

Cough all the way!

I don't know where to start. Zhang Ping can always hear this cough. Before, he murmured who was so ill and wandered around. Now... He looked solemn, raised his hand, took out a short dagger from his waist, and looked dangerously in the direction of the cough.

They were followed all the way!

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

Zhang Ping is a homestead scholar with poor martial arts skills. Jiang Pengji is not. She knew someone had followed them for a long time.

Zhang Ping was surprised and took the dagger back into its scabbard before the waiter served.

"Lord, you already know?" Zhang Ping asked.

"Otherwise?" Jiang Pengji smiled and leaned over to make it easier for the waiter to arrange the food case. "This face is in Xiangyang County. Who doesn't know me? I'm not a sweet cake. What if someone doesn't like me and hurt me when I'm alone? If your Lord doesn't even have this vigilance, how can he dare to run around the county with a war five dregs? Eat and meet the one next door when you're full."

As soon as she spoke, the cough grew worse and worse.

Zhang Ping: "