"I won't give you any money after eating. Oh, how can you still rely on two bowls of pink money when you have enough money to ride a horse? It's only thanks to two bowls of powder, so please don't come." Father Zheng muttered, but he kept hugging him in his heart. I'm complaining about this dude. Two bowls of rice noodles cost only sixteen cents, so I could just give him ten cents. It's a drop in the bucket, not as expensive as a horseshoe for his horse. To this young man, how much money is considered money? For Father Zheng, that is life.
Father Zheng has prepared some more sichuan fruits since the first day. The days are getting longer and longer, and he hopes to sell more bowls of this powder. After the young man left, he scooped out two more bowls and placed them on the table, waiting for the next traveler.
Smoke and dust rose again from the north, and a group of people could be seen on the road. The cavalry gradually approached, and soon a group of people appeared at the market intersection. The leader is none other than the dude who just took fans without giving him any money. The difference is that there was only one person just now, but now there is a team! Everyone is dressed in rich clothes, tall horses, and standard saddles, which all show their nobility. To assemble this team of divine horses, it is difficult to do it even if you have money in the south.
The most eye-catching thing is the carriage. Father Zheng has also seen carriages, but he has never seen a carriage with copper bells and silk trim. The carrying pole on the carriage still shines black in the sun. Those who know the goods will find that it is actually made of ebony! Even the groom's clothes are smooth and silky. Whose family is so grand?
Father Zheng is complaining endlessly. Damn it, there are so many people, one bowl per person, so today’s work will probably be in vain! Complaints are complaints, but the dignity in his bones made him stand up involuntarily, bowed his waist humbly, and greeted the cavalry respectfully, with a smile against his will.
The cavalry team came to a stop in front of the jelly stall, the horses snorted, and the young man who had just been there had lost his previous unruliness and was waiting beside the carriage, with only a sense of honesty.
Another middle-aged man riding a big horse, the same attire, but there is a jade pendant hanging on his waist, and a gold standard long knife! This is a murderous weapon. Who dares to be so arrogant and go out with this sharp blade, traveling across the country without fear of getting into trouble? This middle-aged man was riding on a horse, more domineering than the young man just now. He said lightly: "Zuo Qiuhong, is the jelly you are talking about sold at this 'Jiaduobao' stall?"
Zuo Qiuhong clasped his fists on his horse and said loudly: "Come back to me, Sir, this is the place!" There was no nonsense, it was sonorous and powerful.
The middle-aged man got off his horse and strode up to Father Zheng. His eyes were as big as eggs and his gaze was as bright as a torch. He stared at the old man for a long time. Father Zheng had never seen such an imposing old man before. He felt guilty and hurriedly looked away. The middle-aged man didn't say anything. He picked up the jelly and took a small sip. As Zuo Qiu Chong reported, it was sweet and quenched his thirst. After one bowl was taken into his stomach, the heat was completely gone. Zuo Qiuhong ate for a long time, and he was fine. If the powder was poisonous, it would be poisonous.
The middle-aged man walked to the carriage and faced the window. Although he saw no one, he clasped his fists and bowed with great respect and said softly to the people in the carriage: "Master, I just tasted a bowl. There is really summer-relieving jelly here." "It's wonderful. Although it's a country snack, I checked carefully and found that the bowls were washed and clean. There is no danger of them being unclean. Adults can get out of the car and enjoy!" After saying this, he still bowed for a long time, as if the people in the car were watching. Holding him and not letting him get up.
The man in the carriage laughed and cursed: "Oh, this small country country actually has a taste for food that can make you a murderous bunch. Don't you eat only fresh sheep and drink wine? Why did you change your tune today!" The coachman was obedient. After hearing the words, I understand the myth by heart, and my boss also wants to try these snacks.
The groom opened the curtain, and the copper bell on the curtain jingled. A middle-aged man with fair skin and clear silk hair got out of the car, but he was obviously not young. Wearing a suit with large sleeves and sloping front, made of plain silk, and a rhinoceros belt tied around the waist, the attire is very simple and red, but the demeanor is much more extraordinary than that of a riding dandy, completely different from heaven and earth.
The middle-aged man got off the car and walked towards the noodle stall. Zuo Qiuhong and others did not dare to support him, so they dismounted and followed respectfully, keeping a distance. Only the middle-aged man who was carrying a jade pendant and a sword followed. Be around.
"Qiansong, this is the powder you are talking about." The middle-aged man picked up the jelly and asked the middle-aged man named Qian Song. He looked at it carefully, but it was really clean. Whether it was the bowl or the crystal powder in the bowl, It is crystal clear and it is rare to have such clean food in the countryside.
After a day's journey, it was already the Dragon Boat Festival. The group speeded up their journey. Only if they missed the station on the way would they worry about food to quench their thirst. Fortunately, as soon as they arrived at the border of Xinghua, they came across this noodle stall. The taste was still good. good!
"Sir, this is exactly the powder!" Qiansong replied, wanting to invite you to try the taste of this powder.
"It's been a long journey, and I've walked a lot today." After saying this, the adult took a sip of the cold soup, and with a slurp, even the powder slipped into his mouth. The middle-aged man named Qian Song stood nearby, carefully watching the expression on his servant's face, for fear that he would not be satisfied with his drink.
They are also people of high status and status in Tokyo, and ordinary food and drinks are not in their eyes. I don’t know whether I was overly thirsty or dizzy from the sun. I ate a bowl of this powder today, which was not bad. Otherwise, I would have been scolded by the adults. We don’t dare to let adults eat outdoors at will. No one can afford food problems.
"Good noodles!" The adult looked very happy after finishing a bowl. It is indeed a good thing to quench summer heat and quench thirst. "My father-in-law is laughing. These people have worked hard today and their mouths are bitter and thirsty. Please give me a bowl of noodles for each of them." , such good things cannot be enjoyed by me alone.”
At first glance, this person is the leader of the group. Father Zheng is very confused. If you don't pay me later, I will feel wronged. There are so many of you, and each of you has a bowl, and half of it has been eaten today. But he didn't dare to disobey, because the knife was still in someone else's waist. As the saying goes, it is better for a good man not to suffer immediate losses, but to lose a few bowls of powder than to be punished by others.
With the adult's instructions, Qiansong asked everyone to come over and have something to drink to relieve the heat. The adult was attracted to this stall. First of all, the big characters on this piece of cake can be seen at a glance that they are not written by ordinary people. The three characters "Jiaduobao" are also unheard of.
Seeing the embarrassment of Father Zheng, the dignitary comforted him: "Don't panic, father, we are not mountain bandits. We are going to Qingyuan to look for a kind of green-gray-skinned 'magic bird egg'. I never thought about it with my brother." It tastes so delicious, but I wonder what ingredients it is made from?" The words of this distinguished middle-aged man made people feel like a spring breeze, without the arrogant and domineering attitude.
Divine bird egg? Isn't that the preserved egg that Sanlang sells?
Father Zheng felt a little relieved. He ran to the store and took out a small green and yellow fruit like a snow pear. He presented it to this noble man: "Master, you have found the right place. We are the only place in the world that has this magical bird egg." Yes, you can’t find it anywhere else, this powder, you see, the powder is made from this fruit!”
The middle-aged man was amazed by what he saw. It seemed that he had come to the right place. The egg was brought to Bianjing by a businessman and caused quite a stir.
If this kind of auspicious divine bird egg appeared when my brother was in power, I don't know how many troubles would have caused people and money.
The noble man looked at the fruit and was filled with emotion. The common people are really capable. The small fruit looks like a snow pear and can be made into jelly. It is really a wonder in the world. "Brother's wonderful skill! Let me wait for a good meal." Among the entourage around, except Zuo Qiuhong, who was greedy before and ate two bowls alone, and did not dare to eat anymore, the others ate jelly for the first time, and they all squeaked. Everlasting.
"You are ridiculous, I didn't make this fan." Father Zheng chuckled.
"Oh? But I have traveled all over the north and south and have never eaten it anywhere else. Is it possible that there are other places that have this kind of powder?" The middle-aged man was puzzled. This was the first time he had seen it.
A look of gratitude suddenly appeared on Father Zheng's face: "Master, I have misunderstood. This fan is my son's boss. The poor old man is widowed and has no merit. He specially teaches the little old man how to make a living. This is the only one in the world, and there is no other!"
"Oh? It's a pity that such a wonderful effect can only be found in a small village like yours. If it is sold to Bianjing and Hebei, there is no need to worry about being widowed. My brother can marry another house in three to five years. It will not be a problem! Your son is also a strange person. Wonderful recipe, just give it to you?" The middle-aged man actually made a joke about Father Zheng. Although he was born in a noble family, he was sure of its value when he tasted such delicious food for the first time. Rich people With such a discerning eye, this jelly must be of endless use.
"The master is laughing. How can my boss appreciate such a small trick? Now, in my small place, a whole village depends on him for a living! This is his property!" Father Zheng turned around and pointed at the shop behind him. There is a sense of pride and glory.
The middle-aged man looked up, with amusement in his eyes. The name of the small shop here was Wanda, and there was only a couplet hanging at the door, which read: Keep the thieves away! Alas! This is an absolute statement. Now he summoned three or five followers. Qian Song is a warrior and illiterate. The other three staff were also shocked when they saw this couplet. Didn't they hear that there are such talents in the mountains and countryside?
"Do you have a second line?" The middle-aged man looked at his several staff members, all of them looked gloomy, and it was clear that they had no idea what to do. After a while, he could only mutter and sigh: "The talented people in my house... are not as good as a villager. You guys who claim to be well-educated, why are you speechless today? Where is the overwhelming momentum in Tokyo brothels and restaurants? ?”
The three aides' faces were so hot that they bowed deeply and did not dare to raise their heads.
Father Zheng didn't know their origins, so he advised: "Don't blame me, don't mention them, they are just talented people from Xinghua. They have been around for half a year, but no one can match them!"
The three staff members were dripping with sweat. This old man somehow felt that they were even more shameful when compared with the sour Confucian scholars in Xinghua, who were all talented people from all over the country.
"My lesson is that my subordinates are not good at learning and are here to make me laugh." The middle-aged man said there was a hidden meaning in his words. He said he was listening to the old man, but in fact he was training his subordinates.
"I have a couplet in my heart. I don't know if it is in line with your boss's wishes. My second couplet is that the idle should not enter, the wise will enter!" The middle-aged man is always calculating, and only after he has some understanding can he be able to respond.
"I don't understand, old man, you have to ask Miss Ye!" He said and invited people into the house.
The middle-aged man hesitated a little. Wasn't his second line a slap in the face? Only wise people can enter. Am I qualified? .
"Come in, sir, there are two couples inside..." The old man's weathered face showed no trace of what he was thinking, only a faint smile, which looked very unpleasant in the eyes of several people, but who were they? Will an old farmer from the countryside care about it?
