Mr. Wu went to the warehouse to check the consumption of the past two days, and found that there was a discrepancy of about seven taels in the salvia item.
Because the medicinal materials in and out of the warehouse are calculated on a daily basis, it is normal to have a difference of four to five taels. Although Salvia miltiorrhiza is not a very expensive medicinal material, it is not commonly used medicinal materials such as licorice and wolfberry. The daily consumption is not large, and the error of seven taels is indeed a bit large.
Mr. Wu tilted his head slightly and said, "Old Li, there is something wrong with the salvia in this account book."
Lao Li is a thin old man with gray hair who is responsible for registering the entry and exit of medicinal materials in the warehouse every day. When Mr. Wu asked him this question, his hunched body trembled and he bent even lower. His whole figure looked like a cooked shrimp.
Old Li's voice trembled, "Wu...Old Wu...I...I don't know..."
Mr. Wu just glanced at him and then looked away, "Go and find out yourself, or else you will use the money to fill this hole yourself."
After leaving these words, Mr. Wu turned and left.
Lao Li kept his body lowered and kept saying words such as okay, okay, thank you, Mr. Wu. It wasn't until Mr. Wu walked out of the warehouse completely and returned to his room on the third floor that Mr. Li dared to slowly push himself up. But when he reached a certain height, Mr. Li stopped exerting his strength.
Because he is still a hunchbacked old man who needs to stoop.
Lao Li pursed his lips, looked back at the huge warehouse, with a wry smile on his lips, then turned around and slowly walked out of the warehouse.
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Qiu Zizai squatted on the side of the road, holding a large porcelain bowl. He didn't even use chopsticks, just sucking the Laba porridge in the bowl with his mouth.
In his words, this is called slipping, and it is delicious!
Next to it is a vendor with a stall selling Laba porridge.
Today is Laba Festival, and according to custom, it is necessary to eat Laba porridge to bring good luck and ensure safety. Although most people cook Laba porridge at home, some porters, travelers and some people who do not often or are not allowed to use open fires will go to street stalls to buy ready-made Laba porridge to drink.
Qiu Zizai slurped the Laba porridge in the bowl and said with a smile: "The end of the five elements, the handover of the old and the new, the truth of grace and edicts, the infusion of anger, and the blessings of the gods! Hehe, there is a big business today!"
After licking the last bit of Laba porridge in the bowl, Qiu Zizai returned the big porcelain bowl to the vendor, paid two copper coins for the porridge, and then walked away with a swaggering wave of his big sleeves.
Looking at the big porcelain bowl in his hand that was even cleaner than before it was filled with porridge, the porridge stall vendor looked strangely in his eyes and said, "This smelly Taoist priest must have a tongue made of rags, he licks it so cleanly."
The vendor rinsed the large porcelain bowl in the accompanying bucket of hot water and put it back in the basket.
At this time, two customers came to the stall.
Both of them looked like young men, one wearing linen clothes and leather shoes, the other wearing rich clothes.
And they actually look exactly the same, they are twins.
It's just that the young man in sackcloth has a sad face and looks mature. The young man in colorful clothes has a playful smile and a youthful air.
The hawker took a quick look and was secretly happy.
Visitors! Still two!
The fat sheep that is delivered to your door is not a human unless it is slaughtered!
It seems that he is still a rich man!
The vendor chuckled and said, "Are you two here to drink Laba porridge? Although my stall is not big, the taste is no worse than those in restaurants. Do you want to have two bowls to try?"
The young man in fine clothes looked at the stall and nudged the young man in linen clothes next to him with his elbow, "Brother, would you like to try a bowl? I don't have the energy to rush on an empty stomach."
The hawker also quickly echoed: "Yes, yes, the two guests are going to do something big at first glance. It must be hard to travel all the way, right? Today is the Laba Festival. Let's have a bowl of Laba porridge to rest and relieve fatigue. You can feel more energetic if you keep going."
The young man in colorful clothes nodded repeatedly, "Yes, brother, today is Laba, so just have a bowl of porridge before leaving. Here and that place are not far apart, within an hour and a half."
The young man in sackcloth finally relaxed and said, "Okay, then let's have two bowls of Laba porridge."
The hawker rubbed his hands excitedly and continued to sell: "The buns at the stall are also good. Would you like two guests to come and order some?"
The young man in linen clothes was about to refuse, but the young man in colorful clothes had already responded first, "Okay, okay, a drawer of steamed buns, I want meat."
"Okay!"
Seeing this, the young man in Mai didn't know what to say, so he found a seat and started waiting for food.
The hawker opened a wooden bucket, which was full of Laba porridge. It seemed that Qiu Zi's big bowl just now didn't put much pressure on it.
The vendor scooped two large porcelain bowls of Laba porridge from the wooden bucket, and took out a drawer of meat buns that had been hot since yesterday from the steamer drawer next to them, and put them on the table for the two of them.
"Oh ho ho, it's coming, brother, eat it quickly!" The young man in Chinese clothes impatiently picked up a meat bun, blew it twice casually, then stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite. Instantly, his mouth was filled with oil and meat. The fragrance overflows.
The young man's eyes lit up and he pointed at the meat buns in the basket, "Brother, they are delicious! Try them quickly!"
The young man in Mai took a meat bun and took a bite, and immediately felt something was wrong. The buns do taste good, quite fragrant, but a bit too fragrant.
The young man in sackcloth took another mouthful of Laba porridge. He probably had a guess in his mind and glanced at the vendor without leaving any trace.
He doesn't have bad intentions, but he's not a good person.
Just a shady hawker trying to be clever.
The young man in sackcloth relaxed his mind and ate Laba porridge and meat buns slowly, which was in sharp contrast to the ravenous young man in Chinese clothes.
There were ten buns in a drawer. The young man in sackcloth ate four, and the young man in fine clothes ate six.
The young man dressed in malaysian clothes only ate half of the bowl of Laba porridge, but the young man dressed in Chinese clothes ate it all.
"Boss, pay the bill." The young man in Mai looked at the young man in colorful clothes who still had some unfinished thoughts, lowered his voice and reminded: "Don't forget the business!"
The young man in fine clothes had a reluctant expression on his face, but he had no choice but to put away his little emotion and get up.
The hawker trotted all the way to their table and quickly glanced at what they ordered. "Two bowls of Laba porridge for the two guests are 30 renminbi, and a drawer of meat buns is 70 renminbi. The total is the same amount."
The young man in fine clothes was stunned for a moment, "It's just such a small thing, why is it so expensive? Boss, did you make a miscalculation?"
The hawker smiled and said: "Don't worry, sir, I made a mistake in my calculation. The food here is made with the best ingredients. The rice is fragrant rice from the south, the beans are picked one by one, and the meat is It only uses fat and thin pork belly for filling, so it tastes good, right? Isn’t it worse than those restaurants and shops? Aren’t the prices in those restaurants and shops similar? Why is it so expensive at my stall? "
The young man in colorful clothes was speechless and had no choice but to look at the young man in linen clothes for help.
The young man in sackcloth didn't say much, he just silently took out a lot of money, put it on the table, and then took the young man in colorful clothes and left.
The hawker had quick eyes and quick hands and took the copper coins back into his hand, "This guest is so happy! If you two think the stall is good, come back next time!"
The young man in Mai turned around and said, "The food and taste are good, but my heart is a little dirty. I won't come here again next time. Also, the restaurant has a decent environment. Is your place suitable?"
After saying that, the young man in sackcloth walked away from the young man in colorful clothes.
The vendor froze on the spot, then realized what he was doing, spat on the ground, and cursed, "Come or not! There are many customers in my stall, including you two! Who are you, you have the heart, you The whole family is heartbroken! Bah!"
The hawker spat in the direction the two left, and then felt relieved a little. The vendor packed up the things on the table, just as before. He only rinsed them in hot water, put them back in the bowl and basket, and continued to sell Laba porridge.
