She chased him while shouting, calling him to come back and saying, "Sister Qing'er will not hold you accountable anymore." However, Dabai seemed to be running faster.
Yang Huamei was a little puzzled. One of her legs was obviously lame, so how could she still run so fast?
The distance between the two of them was getting farther and farther. She wanted to go back and bring reinforcements to chase him, but as soon as she turned around, the kid would be out of sight. Yang Huamei had no choice but to grit her teeth and follow behind.
Fortunately, she met villagers from the same village working in the fields along the way. She begged them to help her go back and send a message to Yang Huazhong and Wang Hongquan.
The villagers were also enthusiastic and hurried back to the village to deliver the message.
By the time Yang Huazhong drove the carriage and carried Wang Hongquan to catch up with Yang Huamei, Yang Huamei's people had already arrived outside the south gate of Qingshui Town.
"Third brother..."
She was out of breath and so tired that she couldn't stand still.
"Where's Dabai? Where did he go?"
Wang Hongquan jumped out of the car and shouted anxiously.
Yang Huamei waved her hand, "I lost track of him, but I'm sure he entered the town."
"Then why are you still stunned? Go look for it in the town!" Wang Hongquan stamped his feet, stuck the dry tobacco pole on his waist and turned around to enter the city gate.
Outside the city gate, Yang Huazhong helped Yang Huamei to the carriage and sat down: "You are so tired that you are about to suffer from heatstroke. Drink some water. Don't worry. Dabai is already so big. He comes to town from time to time. He can't run away!"
Yang Huamei took the water bag handed over by Yang Huazhong and poured two mouthfuls of water into her mouth before taking a breath.
The brother and sister drove the carriage into Qingshui Town and looked for Wang Hongquan separately.
Wang Hongquan went to the east toward Wa City, Yang Huazhong went to the north, and Yang Huamei went to the west. An hour later, they met in front of Zhang Ji Baozi Shop in the south.
The three of them stood at the door of Zhang Ji's steamed bun shop to discuss, and after the discussion, they went their separate ways.
A sneaky figure poked out from behind the wall of Zhang Ji Baozi Shop. When he saw the three of them walking away, the figure smiled proudly.
"Want to chase me? It's not that easy!"
He dug into his body and took out a mended sock.
The socks still smelled a bit, so Dabai pinched his nose and found a deserted place to pour the contents out of the socks.
They were all copper plates. When I spread them out and counted them, I found that they amounted to more than fifty copper coins.
"My father is really poor. How did he save so little private money in his whole life?"
Dabai muttered, threw the smelly socks aside, put the coins in his arms, stood up, looked around a few times, and then headed into Zhang Ji's bun shop.
Zhangji Baozi Shop is an old shop in Qingshui Town. According to Lao Yangtou, Zhangji Baozi Shop opened here when he was a child.
Many years have passed, and after several generations of hard work, Zhangji Baozi Shop finally ranked first in the breakfast industry in Qingshui Town.
When Lao Yangtou was a child, Zhang Ji's bun shop was a low thatched house with two tables in front. The two shopkeepers boiled a pot of water and kneaded the dough, steaming steamed buns and steamed buns in baskets.
By the time of Yang Huazhong's generation, Zhang Ji's Steamed Bun Shop already had two blue-tiled rooms. There were stoves in the rooms to cook steamed buns and steamed buns, and a row of small stoves outside, with large iron pots on them to cook dumplings and noodles.
There is a thatched shed on the side, with a few simple seats inside for customers to eat.
By the time Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were of their generation, Zhangji Baozi Shop was already a large shop with three rooms and a courtyard.
The shop was filled with tables and chairs. The shopkeepers and his wife were at the helm, and they also hired a few waiters to help.
Now, more than ten years have passed, and Zhang Ji's bun shop has become a two-story attic, with a large kitchen room, a room for the clerks, and a warehouse at the back.
As for the residence on the second floor, the lobby on the first floor has been decorated and divided into a lobby and two or three separate small private rooms.
The young proprietress stood behind the counter, fiddling with the abacus on her fingernails painted with kodan. Rows of bamboo boards hung on the entire wall behind her.
The breakfast varieties, specifications, and corresponding prices are written eye-catchingly in black ink on the bamboo board.
There is no shortage of buns, steamed buns, dumplings and noodles, as well as glutinous rice cakes, pancakes, porridge and tears.
On the basis of the predecessors, the younger generations continued to work hard, and the business of Zhangji Baozi Shop is now soaring.
Dabai stood in front of the counter, looking up at the menu hanging behind the proprietress.
"Little brother, what do you want to eat? Just order whatever you want!"
The landlady paused her calculations, raised her head and greeted Dabai with a smile.
Staring at the bamboo board with big white eyes, he stretched out his hand and poked at it, ordering several things in one go.
Steamed buns, steamed dumplings, fried noodles, rice cakes, tofu puffs, there is no shortage of everything.
After ordering, he asked the proprietress: "What about...is the chicken soup dumpling filled with chicken or pork?"
The proprietress was holding a piece of paper and jotting down notes quickly. When she heard this, she smiled and glanced at him, and said in a good-tempered manner: "Don't worry, little brother, our Zhang Ji is a century-old shop, and we are very good at it!"
Dabai wanted to ask a few more questions, but the landlady glanced behind him: "How many guests can I ask?"
Dabai pointed to his nose: "It's just me."
The landlady murmured to herself, how could one person order so much? You can eat it!
However, it is not her business whether she can eat it or not, as long as he pays.
"Brother, do you want anything else?" the landlady asked again.
Dabai secretly weighed the more than fifty copper coins in his pocket, and estimated that they were almost enough.
"That's all for now. If you're not full, order more." He felt a little guilty, but his face was calm and composed, and he looked a bit wealthy.
In addition, the clothes he is wearing are all the best clothes that Lao Wang's family saved for him to wear frugally. There are not a single patch, and they are all 70 to 80% new. He is also fair and clean, with long and smooth fingers. , at first glance he looks like a young man who has never done any heavy work.
The proprietress who had met countless people actually misjudged Dabai, thinking that Dabai came from a wealthy family in the town, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.
"The tofu puffs in our store are either sweet or salty, which one would you like?" she asked again.
Dabai didn't hesitate: "I want something sweet, and more sugar."
"Okay, I'll leave a note for you."
The landlady tore off the note neatly and called a waiter over there.
While handing the note to the waiter, he ordered: "Take this young guest to find a table to sit down first."
The waiter took the note and looked at it, thinking that this young man has a huge appetite. Is he planning to pack it away after ordering so much?
Huoji bowed and came to Dabai and greeted with a smile on his face: "Sir, please come this way."
Dabai followed the waiter and walked to his table, walking like a stranger.
Dabai looked around the store, drank another bowl of tea brought by the waiter and cracked a dozen caramel seeds provided by the store, and then what he ordered was brought to him.
The Xiao Long Bao is small and exquisite, with a layer of skin on the outside wrapping the meat juice inside, making it tremble.
The steamed dumplings are placed in a bamboo steamer, which looks like the crescent moon on the treetops.
There are two spoons of sugar on top of the tofu puffs, which looks like snow in spring.
Dabai couldn't help it anymore, so he poked a small hole with his chopsticks, and before the soup came out, he quickly picked up the dumplings and put them into a small plate with rice vinegar next to them, and then sucked on them.
The delicious broth was mixed with rice vinegar, and it tasted like old wine. Dabai was even a little drunk.
Then he stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it in a few times.
“Delicious, so delicious!”
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