When Xu Ling came out of the medicine hall, he was holding his slumped wallet, and his heart was bleeding crazily.
If this business venture fails, I'm afraid he will have to start over again.
After returning home, Xu Ling hid in the small courtyard he had just rented and started working.
First, take out the pears from the space, wash them and put them on a bamboo dustpan to dry in clean water. Remove the core of the pears and put them in a porcelain basin. Use a mallet to mash the pears to extract the juice.
This process alone was so complicated and long that Xu Ling wanted to give up.
He wanted to make Qiuli ointment. When this thing was popular in his previous life, he followed the trend and made it at home. He knew the required materials and steps.
Xu Ling bought 30 grams of Fritillaria fritillary, some Luo Han Guo, ginger, jujube and lily from the medicine hall, and spent 200 Wen.
Squeeze the juice from the pears, filter the residue with clean linen cloth, and get a large pot of sweet pear juice. Pour it into a pottery jar, then slice the red dates, shred the ginger, and add a little of other Chinese medicinal materials.
Xu Ling lit a fire and started a pot, chopped the firewood he bought in advance into small pieces, and stood in front of the pot waiting for the pear juice to boil.
This process is also lengthy.
But Xu Ling just took some time off from his busy schedule, cleaned the things and put them aside, then sat on a small square stool and whittled wood.
Smoke curls up from the uninhabited bamboo forest courtyard. Along with the smoke, there is a special sweet smell, which smells sweet and seems to penetrate people's hearts.
In the tea shop in front of the courtyard, a blue cloth flag with the word "willow" written on it was propped up by a bamboo pole next to the willow tree in front of the door, fluttering in the air in the wind.
There are three or five wooden tables placed under the tree. The owner seems to be diligent at first glance. Every time a tea bowl is empty, a dexterous figure stretches out a thin white soft hand, pours away the remaining tea in the bowl, and collects it. Empty bowl.
"Ms. Liu, I haven't seen you for a long time. How come your figure is getting better and better? You must have been nourished by your men!"
The men exchanged looks that they understood each other, and their eyes rested unbridled on the woman in front of them.
The woman called Liu Niang has a graceful figure, a waist so thin that it looks like it could break with a twist, and her breasts and buttocks are perky, which makes her look even better on a sunny autumn day.
Not only was she not angry when the man teased her over the tea, but her apricot eyes slightly curled up on her pale face, which made people feel an indescribable feeling.
"Hey, why is Mr. Li just staring at my figure? Could it be that your wife is not nourished by you?"
She twisted her eyes, smiled coquettishly, dodged the hands and walked around to the back of the tea shop.
The tea shop is simply furnished, with just a few tables, a few stoves, and water boiling on the stoves. There are seven or eight kinds of tea on the cabinet at the back door.
A bowl of tea only costs three to five cents. No matter how good the taste is, at least the tea lady here is handsome and charming, and has a good temper. She always makes the merchants on Matou Street go to this alley. Inside, I shamelessly asked for a bowl of tea.
Liu Niang had long been accustomed to the jokes of these fools. After putting away the bowl, no one asked for more water, so she sat behind the stove to rest.
Gradually, some people began to smell the sweetness in the air, and curiously asked the people around them: "Do you smell it? What smells so good!"
"Is there anyone who makes candy here?"
"I didn't hear that!"
The tea guests were talking a lot, and Liu Niang felt strange in her heart. She had never smelled this smell before.
Not only did the smell not dissipate, but it became stronger and sweeter as time went by, making tea drinkers even more curious.
These people are very free when they are not busy. They have no other good place to go except to pass the time in front of the beautiful young lady. They have to guard the livestock here and try to spend the most appropriate money to buy the best livestock.
When people are free, they become more curious, so they insist on sending Liu Niang to find out who is making candy.
"Liu Niang, this smell seems to be coming from your yard. Are there any people living in your yard who can make sugar?"
Liu Niang frowned slightly and curled up her red little mouth. She was full of life and fragrance, and the dark tea room seemed to brighten up. She said: "How can it be possible? Apart from giving birth to children, that family can't boil sugar." ? If you had this skill, would you be able to live here? You would have moved to Dongdajie long ago!"
Ma Tou Street is not a good place to go. The smell of livestock lingers here for a long time. It stinks to death when you walk on the street. After living there for a long time, it seems that your body is also stained with the smell.
However, the customer's words reminded her, and Liu Niang added: "Yesterday, Yaxing brought someone here, but I didn't see what he looked like. I wonder if he is making candy."
"Is there a man in the yard?"
"Oh, now someone is breaking into the house. You are so beautiful, isn't your man afraid?"
Liu Niang snorted and said: "Is he afraid? What are you afraid of? Can I still cheat? If he is afraid, he shouldn't ask me to sell tea here. It's pitiful for me to be teased by you all day long. See him lay a finger on you!"
She cursed a few times and seemed to be angry. She stood up and said, "Stop arguing. I'll go to the backyard and see if it's him."
After saying that, she opened the dark curtain behind the tea shop, walked through, and soon arrived at the entrance of the west courtyard. There was a bamboo forest in the courtyard, and she could vaguely see a man working in front of the stove.
I couldn't see clearly, but the man was still humming!
Judging from his voice, he is certainly not very old.
Liu Niang was curious, and boldly walked in without saying hello. As she got closer, she saw an upright-looking young man stirring something in a pottery urn. The sweet and greasy aroma emanated from here.
"It smells so good. What are you doing?"
A voice suddenly sounded from behind. Xu Ling was startled and he almost dropped the wooden stick in his hand, "Who!"
He turned around suddenly, and a meandering face hit his eyes. The woman in front of him was only seventeen or eighteen years old. She had a red shirt on her upper body, a light-colored half arm hanging at the elbow, and a long aqua skirt on her lower body, and she was wearing an unparalleled beauty. .
Although Xu Ling had seen many beauties in his previous life, the woman in front of him was also one of the best.
Seeing that Xu Ling was frightened, she covered her mouth and giggled, her almond-shaped eyes turned into crescents and said, "I'm sorry, did I scare you? My name is Liu Niang, and you are still a neighbor. I opened a tea shop in front of you. , all the guests asked who was making sugar in the yard, and begged me to come and take a look."
She was full of vitality, delicate and lively. When Xu Ling saw that she was a girl, he felt relieved and couldn't bear to blame her.
He shook his head and said: "It's okay, just don't scare others like this next time. I'm afraid you will scare them into illness even if they are not sick."
Liu Niang couldn't hear the complaint in his words, and she smiled like a silver bell. She leaned closer, looked at the sticky stuff boiling in the pottery jar, and asked curiously: "You haven't done it yet?" Tell me, what are you doing?"
