"Is this tea?" Cui Zhongqing said with an expression on his face: "I haven't read enough books, don't lie to me."
The second son of the Cui family, what kind of tea have you never seen? It was the imperial tea that the emperor drank, and the Cui family also had the same tea.
But what is this thing?
"Yes, iced black tea, try it!" Tang Ping said while suppressing a smile, and took a sip first.
In fact, iced black tea is a bit too sweet, and he doesn't like it very much. In his opinion, only carbonated drinks are YYDS.
But he was really afraid that if he poured out the Coke, the other party would think it was poisonous water!
After all, Xiaoluo, Lao Cui and the others were frightened when they first saw Coke.
The second son of the Cui family promised to give him 100 kilograms of pickles, but he couldn't scare people before he saw the food.
Cui Zhongqing watched Tang Ping drink and picked up the cup himself.
The first thing he felt was sweetness. As for the taste of the tea, he really couldn't taste it at all.
"Then what is this cup made of?"
Cui Zhongqing curiously picked up the paper cup and put it in front of his eyes.
It feels a bit like paper, but how can paper that becomes wet when wet be used to make a cup?
“If it’s made of paper, it’s called a paper cup!”
Although Tang Ping's answer confirmed Cui Zhongqing's suspicion, it made him even more shocked.
Can paper really make a cup?
But the weight of this cup is indeed as light as paper. It also has beautiful patterns and some words printed on it: Datang Cultural Bath Center!
"What is Datang Cultural Bathing Center?" Cui Zhongqing was a little confused. He knew these words separately, but when they were put together, the meaning was a little hard to understand.
"Ahem..." Tang Ping was embarrassed. These paper cups were given by Sister Bai of the management committee after a bath center at the end of Wenchuang Street closed down.
It had never been opened, so Tang Ping stayed to unpack it and let the sanitation workers pass by to get hot water and other supplies.
"The bathing center is a good place. After you go in and come out, it will make you feel comfortable all over!" Tang Ping said vigorously: "Well, I'm talking about the serious kind!"
Anyway, Cui Zhongqing had been making insinuations and asking about his origins along the way, and he sometimes asked if he was telling the truth.
Since you want to fool everyone, let's fool each other. Am I, Tang Ping, afraid of you?
The two were chatting when Cui Zhongqing's entourage came in: "Second Young Master, the pickles you asked for have been delivered."
"Just leave it to Brother Tang's people!"
"Thank you, Mr. Cui!" Tang Ping cupped his hand, and then asked curiously: "You haven't even drank the wine yet, and the things are delivered to you?"
"I believe in Brother Tang!" Cui Zhongqing said sincerely.
Tang Ping felt a little embarrassed when he saw it, and shouted directly to Xiao Luo: "Make a bowl of noodles for Mr. Cui, just shrimp and fish noodles. Laotan pickled vegetables are not worthy of our status as Mr. Cui."
More than half an hour later...
"Thank you, Brother Tang, for your hospitality today. If you have time, I'll come visit you again some other time!"
"Second Young Master Cui, walk slowly!"
Cui Zhongqing squeezed the half-finished bottle of wine, waved his hand in farewell, and got on the carriage that came to pick him up.
"Master!"
"Huh!" Cui Zhongqing leaned on the car and loosened the belt around his waist slightly.
"I'm so embarrassed today!"
Think about it, from the time Tang Ping asked people to serve tea, he didn't recognize anything that came up.
The paper can actually be made into a cup, the tea has nothing cooked in it, and it is extremely sweet. As for the last noodle, it actually tastes like sea shrimp.
You must know that it is much more difficult to eat shrimp in Chang'an than beef.
He, Cui Zhongqing, had only eaten a few times in the south near the sea. The locals called it Xisheng. He didn't expect that this little brother Tang could actually use it to entertain guests.
"Sir, do you want to check on this Tang Ping?" His entourage asked cautiously with his hands raised.
"Hmm..." Cui Zhongqing hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "Forget it, this person is quite interesting, and he can let Li Jing give the imperial gift of Zhuangzi to him, so how can he be an ordinary person? Even if we want to investigate, naturally The Wang family will investigate."
As he spoke, he shook the wine bottle in his hand. There was probably less than half a bottle left in it.
"Remember, I can't tell big brother that I got good wine!" Although he has never seen the noodles and tea he drank today, he is not unfamiliar with it. Only this wine is the only one he has seen in his life, so naturally he can't Let my elder brother, who is also an alcoholic, know about it.
"Sir, that wine can be exchanged for more than 1,000 kilograms of grain!" Xiao Luo complained as she cleared the table. Now she regarded herself as one of Tang Ping's people, so she exchanged a hundred kilograms of pickles for one bottle. Of course she didn't think the wine was worth it.
"It's okay, next time... Anyway, I'll still have that thing in the future. It's worthless. Let's solve the problem of feeding these people in the village first!" Although Tang Ping is a dead man, he doesn't want to become a dead man. Fat house.
He would suddenly gain thirty kilograms of weight on his body, and he felt horrified just thinking about it.
"How are the people in the village doing today?" he asked Lu Yi beside him.
"Everyone knows that the more work they do, the more they get, and the ones who eat the most can eat meat. They all work hard! It's just..."
"Just what?"
"There aren't a lot of thatches and leaves around here. Even though many people's houses have been repaired, they still have serious air leaks."
Tang Ping nodded. He also looked at it when he came back just now. Because of the Turks, many people's houses collapsed. The temporary houses were built with wood and then thatched leaves and other things were used to form walls to block the wind. .
But it's freezing now, so it's not easy to find those things.
Suddenly, he had an idea. Most of his products were packed in cardboard boxes. The cardboard boxes he removed last time happened to be in the warehouse instead of being sold as scrap.
It doesn't look like it's going to rain that day. Those cardboard boxes are spread out, so they can block some of them!
When the sun set, all the villagers in Shanghe Village gathered together.
Although it was freezing cold, everyone was working hard and there was sweat on their faces.
It's definitely tiring to say it's tiring, after all, it's all physical work, but everyone's eyes are shining with hope.
I originally thought that food would be distributed in the evening, but I didn't expect that the proprietor would take care of everyone's meal at noon.
Every grain of snow-white rice is extremely sweet.
So everyone worked even harder in the afternoon. In the past, there was no hope for life, and there was no food. How many people could stand to work in such a cold weather?
But things are different now. The proprietor said that those who do more will get more food.
In addition to the two large carts of grain that came back with the proprietor in the afternoon, according to the villagers who helped move the grain, they were all high-quality refined grain.
Lu Yi replaced the notebook that Tang Ping gave her today. On it was a crooked record of everyone's workload with a ballpoint pen.
