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"My lord, this is unjust! This is not a brick!"
Jiang Han smiled as he picked up a piece of Compressed Biscuit and took a couple of steps forward, gazing at the crowd. He turned to Luo Yuhua and asked, "My lord, what is the definition of a pastry?"
Definition? Luo Yuhua had never heard such a question and furrowed his brow in confusion. Che Chengyun, standing nearby, was also puzzled, unsure of what Jiang Han was trying to achieve. However, he was one hundred percent certain that the Compressed Biscuit was impossible to bite into; it certainly did not resemble any kind of pastry.
"Neighbors! Esteemed officials and generals!" Jiang Han's words carried a deeper meaning. Although no generals were present at the moment, there were plenty of plainclothes officers among the crowd. After bowing to everyone, he continued, "A pastry must contain sugar, and some even have meat powder. This concept is not in question, right?"
"No problem!" The common people responded in unison.
"Then this Compressed Biscuit contains not only sugar but also fat and shredded meat, along with various nutrients necessary for the human body. Just this piece alone can sustain a person for an entire day without needing to eat again," Jiang Han declared confidently.
Even in front of hundreds of commoners and the hidden Civil Officials and Military Officers, he showed no fear. In the present world, one would need two pieces of Compressed Biscuit to feel satisfied because they were used to indulging in more delicious food. Eating just one piece would leave them feeling insufficient due to psychological effects!
People of this era generally suffered from water shortages in their stomachs, unlike those in the present world. One piece of Compressed Biscuit could provide eighteen hundred calories. The average human consumes about eighteen hundred calories daily, making it perfectly adequate.
This Compressed Biscuit was intended for the military, which is why Jiang Han waited for everyone to gather before making his counterargument.
"You say it contains sugar? Then it contains sugar! You claim it has these ingredients? Then it has them!" The commoners retorted.
Xu Rao, with a cloth in his mouth to stop the bleeding, approached and grumbled, "You, this Compressed Biscuit, knocked out two of my front teeth! How can you prove that it contains sugar and fat? Besides, this thing is inedible!"
His precise questioning prompted many of the townsfolk to echo his sentiments. Jiang Han chuckled lightly and picked up a hammer from the counter, causing several people to step back in fright. It was only moments later that they realized Jiang Han intended to smash the Compressed Biscuit.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Three strikes later, the Compressed Biscuit shattered but still retained large chunks. Luo Yuhua watched this scene with some confusion. In the next moment, Jiang Han held up a small piece of the Compressed Biscuit for Luo Yuhua to see. "My lord, do you see what’s inside here?"
Luo Yuhua examined it closely; the small piece had colored crystals and flesh-colored powder. Tentatively, he dipped his finger into it and then tasted it, discovering that it was indeed fine sugar and meat powder. He took the small piece of Compressed Biscuit from Jiang Han and scrutinized it carefully.
Jiang Han gestured to the crowd and looked at Luo Yuhua, saying, "My lord, this contains meat powder and sugar, right? It’s a pastry."
Luo Yuhua pondered for a moment, pursed his lips, and reluctantly nodded. "It has sugar and meat powder; theoretically, it is indeed a pastry. However, this pastry is inedible!"
Xu Rao interjected, which displeased Luo Yuhua. Without even glancing at him, Xu Rao retorted angrily, "The Compressed Biscuit is not edible!"
Seeing this situation unfold, the townsfolk became conflicted. The Minister of Justice claimed it was a pastry, yet this person from Hui Xin Ju insisted it was inedible! Moreover, he had indeed lost two front teeth.
"What do you mean it's inedible? You just don’t know how to eat it!"
"Who told you that my Compressed Biscuit has to be eaten in one big bite?"
Jiang Han picked up another small piece of the Compressed Biscuit and faced the crowd. He took a small bite while chewing and said to everyone, "Everyone, my Compressed Biscuit is equivalent to three or four pounds of sugar cake and meat compressed together."
So, it's called Compressed Biscuit. As for whether it can be bitten into?
Everyone, think about it. With so many ingredients pressed together with a large stone slab, it must be solid and definitely not easy to bite into. You have to eat it slowly.
This doesn’t mean that my product isn’t edible!
He walked back to the counter, continued to cover the Compressed Biscuit with a cloth, and then used a hammer to crush the broken pieces of Compressed Biscuit into finer bits. Holding a pile of Compressed Biscuit, he approached the crowd of common folks and offered them samples.
Seven or eight brave souls among the crowd picked up thumb-sized pieces of Compressed Biscuit and began to nibble on them carefully.
Just after a few bites, their eyes lit up in surprise as they exclaimed, " Shopkeeper Jiang, this pastry has meat floss and sweetness, and most importantly, it seems to have salt too! What’s the price?"
There’s sweetness!
There’s meat powder!
There’s salt!
Once these three elements were mentioned, a wave of excitement surged through the crowd as they clamored to buy some. In this era where salt and iron were monopolized, the common people struggled daily just to get enough salt. Those living in more remote towns could only afford Cu Bu; they couldn’t even dream of having sugar or meat powder.
Thus, the crowd became animated, eagerly asking Jiang Han for the price.
Jiang Han chuckled and said, "The pastries from Hui Xin Ju are twenty wen for one piece; here, it's also twenty wen for a piece! The difference is that after eating my pastry, you’ll still need something else to fill you up. But with my Compressed Biscuit? You can eat a little, drink some water, and after finishing one piece, you won’t need anything else for an entire day!"
Upon hearing that one piece could keep them full for a day at such a price, the crowd immediately showed interest, with some expressing their desire to buy some.
Seeing this situation unfold, Che Chengyun's face turned dark with anger as he prepared to think of ways to sabotage Jiang Han's intentions.
However, Jiang Han publicly declared, "Everyone, my Compressed Biscuit comes in packaging with a shelf life of two months! During this period, as long as you don’t open the package—whether it’s windy or rainy or during the cold winter months or the scorching heat of August—this product will not spoil. Even if it exceeds two months, as long as it hasn’t gotten damp, you can still eat it even after ten months!"
The shelf life of Compressed Biscuit is long because the packaging ensures that within those two months, it will absolutely not go bad. In reality, even if stored for three to five months, it remains edible just the same.
Since the announcement of a two-year shelf life, the hidden generals among the common people could no longer remain calm. No one understood better than they did just how suitable Compressed Biscuits were as military rations.
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