Under the guidance of a kind person, Zhu Youjian walked around to a small street. Under an old wall, there was a simple shed supported by four bamboo poles. The stove was rising under the shed, and blurry white smoke was rising.
A thin young man was opening the lid of the pot and stirring the pot with a large iron spoon. He wore a torn apron outside his gray cloth gown.
Zhu Youjian walked to the stall and said, "Stall owner, a bowl of noodles."
The young man raised his eyelids: "Only plain noodles."
Zhu Youjian glanced at the stall and saw a shallow basket on the desk, with four or five eggs clearly sleeping in it.
"Add another poached egg and cook it harder. When it's cooked, just put it in my bowl."
Zhu Youjian said as he handed over an ordinary porcelain bowl.
The disease enters through the mouth. When eating out, Zhu Youjian basically brings his own bowls and chopsticks.
The young man hummed, looking like he didn't want to add eggs, but didn't say much.
The low tables on the side were all empty, which showed that the business of this noodle stall was not very good. Zhu Youjian casually sat down at a table. On the table were a vinegar pot, a chili saucer, and a few heads of candied garlic in a small dish.
Zhu Youjian said: "The stall owner is from Shanxi. It's easy to get jealous when eating noodles there, but this way of eating is rare around the capital."
The young man hummed, grabbed a handful of flour and sprinkled it on the chopping board: "I'm from Datong, Shanxi."
"Datong, that's a good place. Datong has produced beauties since ancient times. I don't know whether it's true or not."
"The guests were joking," the young man said with a smile.
"It's just what people say, it can't be taken seriously."
“Isn’t life difficult for ordinary people in the border areas?”
The young man didn't answer, he was immersed in cutting the noodles, and the knife made a clanging sound on the chopping board.
"You are a scholar, why do you have to sell noodles?"
Zhu Youjian realized that he had said something wrong and quickly changed his words.
The young man grabbed some shredded green vegetables, put them into the pot, and wiped his hands on his apron: "Sir, His Majesty once said that all living beings are equal. All the people of the Ming Dynasty, as long as they are not traitors to the country, regardless of high or low,
What happened to me selling noodles? What happened to me relying on my own hands to support myself?
Is it despicable for a scholar to sell his face? "
“Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce are the foundation of the country, and there is no hierarchy at all.
I heard that in their early years, when they were not yet prosperous, some of the high officials in the imperial court also sold calligraphy on the streets and destroyed temples to survive. What is the difference between selling noodles and selling words? Is it noble to sell calligraphy and paintings, but despicable to sell faces? "
"You're right, all living beings are equal. I don't mean to look down on you, but I've seen a lot of people and things along the way. I've also seen and heard a lot of things. For example, some scholars would rather go hungry. Not willing to go out and find a livelihood.
On a street, there are more than a dozen scholars selling calligraphy and paintings, but there are really few customers. But as a noodle seller, I only saw Xiongtai along the way. "
“If you don’t earn it, you won’t have anything to eat.”
The scholar thought for a while and then said.
"Haha, it's true that if you don't earn it, you won't have anything to eat."
Zhu Youjian said with a smile.
""A thousand pieces of gold are easy to come by, but a close friend is hard to find. Is there anyone as kind-hearted as me? Go get a pot of wine and bring a plate of peanuts. I want to have a good chat with this brother. "
Zhu Youjian pointed to the person dressed as a servant and said.
Times are different, ideas are different.
Everyone only saw Zhu Youjian overwhelming the officials in the court, but they never knew how lonely Zhu Youjian was and how much he wanted to find a confidant to talk to.
Shi Chang left the palace to go out for dinner. Although he was greedy, he wanted to find a close friend to have a good talk with.
