Ma Teng is walking in a big alley. Some brave small families in this area can sell their own sesame seed pancakes or tofu-braised pork, and they can exchange things for things, or pay with money.
Ma Teng is looking for this.
Not to mention, there is indeed a sesame seed seller, but there is a table at the door and the sesame seed stove is in the yard. This is a small private courtyard. No wonder this family dares to do this.
However, no one reported it. Otherwise, if we find out who reported it, the family will be a stinker on the street unless they move away.
Even if I report it, nothing will happen to them. The street management is all about the surrounding people. I don’t know whose affairs the street is handling? Why don't they check? Waiting for you to report?
"Boss, how do you sell sesame cakes?" Ma Teng asked.
"Master, 2 cents for 3 sesame seed cakes is not expensive. It's one more than a state-owned sesame seed cake shop. Although it doesn't have as much sesame seeds as in a state-run shop, the quantity is not much at all.
Sir, try it, it will definitely taste no worse than the state-owned store. "The boss said while introducing his sesame cakes.
Ma Teng took a piece of sesame cake torn off by the boss and took a bite. "It's not expensive and tastes pretty good. Boss, you have a few more here. I'm going to treat you tomorrow. I need more."
The boss asked Ma Teng to wait a moment, went in and counted them, and came back and said there were 90 more.
There wasn't much money, so Ma Teng just ordered it all. It felt more cost-effective than buying noodles. Although white flour, corn flour and bean flour were added to it, the overall taste was better than pure white flour.
In the boss's disbelieving eyes, Ma Teng had already put the six yuan into the boss's hand.
By the way, he took out a clean small cloth bag from the rear basket.
The boss has never done such generous business.
Hurry up and install it.
But this time a new one came out.
So the boss gave Ma Teng two more.
What Ma Teng could do was say thank you.
Put the bag of sesame cakes into the back basket and continue looking for it on the bike.
When there is no one around, the biscuits are stored directly in the space.
The next time I eat it, it will be hot biscuits.
Maybe Ma Teng was in transit today. When I turned around the intersection, there was a seller selling braised pig offal.
There are also some chicken offal and a little beef offal and haggis.
Ma Teng asked the boss to take a bite. After eating, Ma Teng gave the boss a thumbs up.
It seems that the boss is also an expert, maybe it is still an inherited craft.
All are 2 cents a pound.
It seems that the boss has just opened the business and there will be no one here.
Ma Teng looked at it.
"Boss, how many pounds does this weigh? I'm going to treat you tomorrow. You just have it ready, so I won't bother you." Ma Teng used the same excuse.
Not to mention that people at this time accept this excuse.
Come to think of it, there is no refrigerator in the house these days, so who would sell so much without a treat?
"Well, you've come to the right place. The stall I just opened has not been sold yet, and there is still 150 kilograms of it. If you want it all, I will give you 18 cents."
"You have so much, how can I take it away? Does the boss have anything?"
"Yes, wait a minute. I have a bag sealed with a clean raincloth, specially prepared for those who want a lot of things."
Ma Teng took it and looked at it. It was okay. Anyway, he just put it into the space.
"Okay, boss, please install them all for me."
"Okay, sir, this is a time-honored restaurant. You try it. If you think it tastes good, you can come back. If you have more, you can make a reservation directly, and I will deliver it directly to your door."
"Really? You can have this. How will the boss contact you then?"
"I'm sorry, I'm busy. Please take it. This is our current sign with the house number on it. You see, this is the courtyard. This is passed down from my ancestors. My father is the only one in the family. There is also a house number on it. Brothers, one also has my wife and children.
When you come, just knock on the door and look for Braised Pork San. "
Ma Teng looked at the small wooden sign and saw that it was okay, just like the business cards of later generations.
Claiming to be the owner of Braised Pork San, he quickly drained the soup and put it into a bag.
A big bag full.
When I got on the big scale, I weighed 157 pounds.
"Master, look at 157 pounds, does it count as 150 pounds for you? I'll give you the rest."
"Sure, I'll give you 27 as you said." Ma Teng counted out the money and handed it to the boss.
The boss helped carry the bag and put it into the basket at the back of the car.
Once out of the boss's sight, he took it into the space and let out all the miscellaneous things inside. Ma Teng had no intention of asking for this raincloth or anything like that.
We already have sesame cakes and braised pork. If you don’t want to eat in the future, just add some meat to the sesame cakes and it will be a feast.
Ma Teng rode home happily.
I also met a tofu seller in the middle, and Ma Teng also took care of everything.
And they also bought the tofu skin and dried tofu that they had accumulated at home.
These are all made by experienced craftsmen themselves. The taste of this tofu can be said to be the best tofu I have ever tasted.
It may also be the reason why beans are good.
Ma Teng's excuse was to hold a banquet again, so that everything would be covered for him.
Don't underestimate it, it's made from beans, but it's not cheap at all.
Tofu costs 3 cents per catty, tofu skin costs 50 cents, and dried tofu costs 4 cents.
Ma Teng spent more than 40 yuan, and the rear pannier was almost full. The tofu is on top.
Ma Teng turned a corner and took them all into the space.
Watching the supplies in the space increase little by little, I sighed again.
I've only been here a few days, and I've already gotten into the habit of collecting things. Not to mention, collecting things is really addictive.
On the road, I saw people selling cloth shoes. They were all made by old ladies, and the insoles were sewn by their daughter-in-law.
Step on your feet and it's beautiful.
A single pair of shoes costs 5 yuan, a pair of cotton shoes costs 12 yuan, and a pair of insoles costs 50 cents. Ma Teng feels they are not expensive at all.
In future generations, if anything is handmade, the price will be astronomical. A pair of completely handmade cloth shoes will cost 2,000 yuan. Can you believe it?
It takes one person five days to make just one pair of soles, add the uppers, and then complete them, which takes at least a week.
In fact, at that time, 2000 for a pair was really not expensive at all.
This kind of craftsman must have a salary of at least 8,000 yuan a month. It only lasts four weeks a month, and he can only make 4 pairs. This is his craftsmanship fee, not to mention store fees and business expenses.
Ma Teng directly selected 5 pairs of single shoes, three pairs of cotton ones, and one pair of shoes came with two pairs of insoles.
This place suitable for Ma Teng was almost wiped out by Ma Teng.
Ma Teng is wearing new shoes, which is a beauty. These are real handmade Beijing cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles.
I walked out of the alley feeling happy.
But the car has been retracted into the space.
Further ahead is Nanluogu Alley. If there are too many people riding bicycles, it will be inconvenient to stop them.
Ma Teng, who had been busy all the way, was a little hungry again. There was no one around, so he had an extra biscuit with braised beef offal in his hand, but it would be more beautiful if he added some chopped green pepper.
After one bite, the chewiness of the braised pork and the aroma of the sesame cakes filled the mouth. People who had children passing by the door swallowed their saliva and looked at Ma Teng passing by.
Behind Ma Teng came the sound of wailing and the sound of being spanked.
Ma Teng took another bite. Well, it tasted really good.
