Chapter Five, Buying Peace of Mind with Money.

No, if you want to make something, you need to explain clearly. If you make weapons and go out to kill people, wouldn't that be the end? Son, our family still has some money, there's no need to resort to robbery, you know? At worst, we still have hundreds of acres of good farmland at home. Wei Furong looked at Wei Hao with a serious expression and spoke earnestly. Although this son of his was extravagant, he was still Wei Furong's only child after all!

However, what Wei Hao just said makes sense. In these past few days, no one has come to his door to say that their son got into a fight. With such an effect, Wei Furong feels very satisfied, at least he doesn't have to worry anymore.

Who cooked the meal today? Why does it taste so bad? Wei Furong sat in the living room eating, feeling that today's meal was simply hard to swallow.

"This, young master's way of doing things, we cannot understand. But, sir, the young master has not been fighting recently," Steward Liu immediately persuaded Wei Furong.

The servant heard it, immediately nodded with a smile and went to give orders. Two days later, Juxian Building opened for business.

"No?" Wei Hao was surprised. Hasn't gunpowder been invented long ago? Hasn't it been used for making firecrackers? But Wang continued to shake his head.

"Master, at the very least, in this past half month, the young master indeed did not cause any trouble, right? That's not bad. I see that the young master is dedicated to his work. During this period, he only came back before curfew every day and went out before dawn. The young master is still good!" Steward Liu smiled and said to Wei Furong.

Wang Guanshi heard it, pondered for a moment, nodded slightly. Anyway, Wei Hao is the decision-maker. If it doesn't succeed, it's Wei Hao's matter, and it has nothing to do with oneself.

Young master, try this dish, Kung Pao Chicken!

Well, not bad. It's about 70-80% cooked. Keep up the good work.

About half a month later, the restaurant will be decorated, the tables and chairs will be moved there, the pots will be ready, some prepared ingredients will be ready, and Wei Hao will be ready, only the chef is missing.

Oh, come over in the evening to pick it up! Weifu Rong was very helpless, thinking that he had already given the money, so just buy the iron.

Every day he's not at home. For more than half a month, except for letting me handle things, I can't find him anywhere," Wei Furong said very dissatisfied. Then he stood up and said, "I'm not eating anymore. Let's go eat outside. How can I swallow this food?"

Hmph, what happened to the Wei family? Can the Wei family still compare to our royal family? Our restaurant is a royal one, you say that person across the street is a fool?

Young master, as the opening is approaching, should we invite some people to liven up the atmosphere?" Wang, the steward by Wei Hao's side, asked.

Mr. Wei, these days the young master has called all the cooks at home, and the remaining ones are not very good at cooking. In the next few days, I will go to the village to find some suitable cooks to come over. The steward of the mansion, Steward Liu, immediately came over and said to Wei Furong.

Let them work harder. In a few days, someone from the royal side may come to inspect. Also, inform Mr. Accountant to prepare those accounts. The shopkeeper signaled to the servant next to him.

Next, Wei Hao wanted his own father to buy iron. At this time, the iron was government-owned and difficult to buy. Most of the iron was used to make weapons.

The shopkeeper, I heard it was opened by a person named Hanzhi in Xicheng. He used to be in Xicheng and was always fighting. His father's name is Wei Furong, a branch of the Wei family. He has some money in his hands. Unexpectedly, he entrusted it to such a foolish son to squander. Next to him, a servant smiled and said to the shopkeeper.

"Young master, firecrackers?" The servant looked at Wei Hao with confusion.

Wei Furong reluctantly took out the money. He had to accept the fact that he had such a son. What can he do? If he doesn't give him money, he will go and beat people, and then make his father pay for it.

Upon hearing this, Wei Hao's eyes lit up and he patted Manager Wang's shoulder, saying, "Old Wang, you are still as clever as ever!"

"Who should I ask?" Wei Hao looked at Wang Guanshi in confusion. After arriving in the Tang Dynasty, Wei Hao didn't recognize many people at all.

"Firecrackers, are there no firecrackers?" Wei Hao stood at the door and asked the servant next to him.

This chef is not easy to deal with. People from outside dare not hire him because there are still some things that need to be kept confidential. They can only use the chef at home, but those chefs don't know how to stir-fry dishes and need to be taught by Wei Hao.

In the blink of an eye, it has been five days. The chefs have also mastered it almost. Wei Hao thought, it's time to open for business. So he decided to open in two days.

The shopkeeper sneered again when he heard it, then turned around and went inside. The servant hurriedly followed.

In the following days, Wei Hao went to the east side of the city and acquired a shop. He selected some servants from his home to clean it up, and then hired some carpenters to decorate it. At the same time, he also invited the carpenters to his home and bought a lot of wood to have them make chairs.

Upon hearing this, Butler Liu chuckled lightly, while Wei Furong looked at the butler discontentedly.

"Buying iron, 100 catties, what do you want it for?" Wei Furong asked his son cautiously.

Young master, I have never heard of this thing before. Wang Steward stood behind Wei Hao, looking at him with a troubled expression.

Additionally, Wei Hao also set up a roasting fireplace in the kitchen specifically for roasting ducks and pigeons. He assigned three servants to handle this task.

Forget it. Go find my dad. He would think I would embarrass him. We're opening without an invitation. We're building our reputation and keeping every customer who comes in. Tomorrow, put some flower baskets at the door, paste red paper on the door, and write "Grand Opening." Don't worry about anything else. Take it slow. The wine is good, and people will come. We're on this busy street, and we're not afraid of having no customers. Wei Hao waved his hand and said to Manager Wang.

"How would I, a lowly servant, know about such matters? You should ask the master."

As he spoke, he walked out with his hands behind his back, and the butler followed.

Forget it, but, is it so quiet without any movement? Wei Hao waved his hand, then touched his own head, and said with a depressed tone, "With no movement at all, who knows if your shop is open."

In the evening, Sheng Tie returned. Wei Hao asked the blacksmith to make some pots and utensils for hot pot. Anyway, they were all used to make various kinds of pots. At the same time, Wei Hao was concocting something in his study.

"Young master, what kind of commotion do you want? I can't possibly go and invite a few opera singers to come and perform at the door, can I?" Wang, the steward, asked cautiously.

That's me, spending 600 taels to buy a month of peace and quiet," Wei Furong said helplessly.

After ordering, there should be crackling sounds. It's so festive. How could such a big event like the opening not prepare firecrackers?

The JuXian Building has been under renovation for such a long time, but there has been no progress. The restaurant owner stood at the door, looking at the closed doors of the JuXian Building, which is the restaurant owned by Wei Hao, and sarcastically said:

Across from Weihao Restaurant, there is also a very large restaurant that occupies an area approximately three times the size of Weihao Restaurant.

On the restaurant side, Wei Hao is teaching them how to cook, telling them how to stew soup, and so on. These days, they cook three dishes every day to let them learn. I don't know how much material is wasted, but the taste of the dishes they make is still very good.

Why make weapons? We're not going to war, are we? Besides, it's not like I'll be fighting anyway, right? Wei Hao looked at the old man in confusion. Why didn't he believe in him?

Yes, Erhanzi used to fight outside every day before. His father Wei Furong didn't know how much money he had spent on compensation. This time, I don't know what happened, but he still dares to give money to this fool to open a restaurant. People in Xicheng are discussing this matter and waiting to see the joke.

"Make something?" Wei Hao looked at Wei Furong in confusion and asked, not understanding why he was looking at him so warily.

Did that stinky kid call all the cooks at home? Does he have a problem? Aren't there cooks hired outside? Wei Furong put down his chopsticks and said unhappily.

You just say whether you will go to buy it or not. If I can buy it, I will go by myself. Besides, I haven't been in a fight these days. I always do what I say. Weihao didn't want to answer Weifurong's question. Weihao wanted to buy a wok, but Datang doesn't have this kind of wok. If he told Weifurong, he would have to explain it many times. It's better not to explain it.

"Do you really want to make weapons?" Wei Furong continued to question Wei Hao.

Thank you, young master. I will continue to work hard. The chef was overjoyed when he heard Wei Hao's words. Now, each of them must master the dishes taught by Wei Hao. This is a valuable skill, and they are all studying diligently.