"What! You are so unreasonable. We just want to see you as the magistrate of the county. How dare you accept our 'visit money!'"
The doorman looked at a few people with disdain and leaned against the door lazily:
"I see you are not too shabby in what you are wearing. Why don't you understand any rules? There are countless people who want to see our master every day. How can you just say that you want to see us?"
After saying that, the door turned around and walked towards the door, leaving a cold sentence: "I think you guys should find out the rules first before coming!"
Seeing the door being coldly closed, Zhu Yuanzhang's beard almost stood up in anger.
"Grandpa, as the saying goes, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. If a mere sect member here dares to blatantly ask for a bribe from us, this county magistrate must not be a good official! Why not transfer him to the Qianhu Office in Fengyang and arrest him back to the capital? Interrogate carefully!"
Zhu Yuanzhang really wanted to catch Su Jin and chop him into pieces, but then he thought of what he had seen and heard on the road just now, and couldn't help but calm down:
"Don't worry, find someone to ask first."
Zhu Yuanzhang strode to a noodle stall opposite the Yamen and sat down angrily: "Here are six bowls of noodles!"
"Okay, six bowls of noodles will be here soon~~~"
The boss came up to me with a smile: "Sir, who are you trying to get angry with?"
Zhu Yuanzhang thought about it and reached out to call the noodle boss over: "Let me ask you, do all merchants who want to visit Su Zhi County have to give gifts?"
The boss looked like a fool: "Giving gifts? Haha, there are so many merchants who want to see Mr. Su every day. How can I meet you just by giving gifts?"
"Oh? You can't even see this even if you give me a gift?"
"It's not that I can't see it," the boss said with a smile: "As the old saying goes, it's easy to deal with the king of hell, but it's hard to deal with the devil. Don't you understand this truth?"
Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang smiled coldly: "Oh? What do you mean?"
"You have to take care of this? Otherwise, who will tell you?"
"snort!"
Zhu Yuanzhang snorted heavily: "The seventh-rank official is in front of the prime minister's door. Is it possible that the gate of a seventh-rank county magistrate is more difficult to enter than the prime minister's house?"
"You don't understand this, do you?"
The boss laughed: "Prime Minister? What can the Prime Minister do to help these businessmen? As long as I can meet Mr. Su and get his advice, it will be difficult not to get rich!"
Zhu Yuanzhang sneered: "Is this Mr. Su the God of Wealth?"
"For us ordinary people, there is no difference between Mr. Su and the God of Wealth."
"Oh?" Zhu Yuanzhang became interested: "What do you mean by this?"
The noodle boss smiled and said nothing, turned around and sprinkled the cooked noodles with marinade and brought them up: "You will know after you try our noodles."
Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at the boss suspiciously, picked up the noodles with chopsticks and took a bite, his eyes widening in an instant.
As soon as you taste the marinade, you can tell that it is cooked with broth. It absorbs the deliciousness of vegetables and meat at the same time. After one bite, the fragrance of the vegetables mixes with the deliciousness of the meat, intertwining in the mouth. It immediately makes people want to stop and want to bite their tongues. Come down!
"Good, very good!"
Zhu Yuanzhang praised him and forgot that he had just eaten dry food not long ago. He finished the bowl of noodles in three strokes, without even a drop of soup left.
Wiping his mouth with satisfaction: "Shopkeeper, your craftsmanship is passed down from ancestors? You can open a restaurant with this craftsmanship, why do you only set up a noodle stall here?"
The boss laughed loudly: "To be honest, where does our craft come from our ancestors?
Everyone in Fengyang County knows that Mr. Su likes to eat the most on weekdays. This braised noodles is just a daily dish that Mr. Su accidentally made!
It's just that Mr. Su didn't want to hide his secrets, so he published this formula. The villain can also use Mr. Su's light to set up a small stall to earn some money to make a living. Otherwise, why would the villain say that Master Su belongs to the villain? Where is the God of Wealth? "
Zhu Yunwen listened for a long time, and the more he listened, the more he didn't believe it. He had tasted the taste of these noodles. Even in the noodle restaurants in the capital, no, even in the palace, he had never tasted such delicious food!
Is this a recipe that can be passed down from generation to generation so casually announced? So is Su Jin really a saint? I'm afraid that this store owner was specially arranged by Su Jin to put in good words for him and deceive people, right?
He didn't care whether his logic made sense or not, and looked at the noodle boss with a cold snort: "Then do you dare to tell me the recipe?"
"Hey, what's wrong with that?"
The noodle boss waved his hand casually: "For the dishes, we usually use seasonal vegetables, and for the meat, we use pork raised by every family in Fengyang..."
"pork?"
Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned: "No, don't fool me. Pork tastes extremely fishy. The meat just now definitely doesn't taste like pork!"
People in this era are reluctant to eat pork. The main reason is that the technology of "harvesting pigs" has not yet been popularized.
Castrated pigs are castrated pigs. Pigs that have not been castrated are very active by nature. They are extremely thin after being raised and taste fishy. Only by castrating them can they gain weight in peace of mind.
Therefore, rich people are more willing to eat mutton than pork. As for ordinary people, they are not very fond of pork.
But if Su Jin were here, he would be proud to look down on them - as a sample, the fat pig that will be put on the market in a few months is not available yet, but the big fat pig that will be put on the market this year will scare you to death!
The noodle boss didn't bother to argue with him. Seeing that everyone had finished eating, he said with a smile: "Chenghui, the total is sixty yuan."
Zhu Yuanzhang:. . .
To be honest, after drinking a cup of tea that cost ten dollars, I felt a little immune to such an expensive bowl of noodles, but he still asked more:
"A bowl of noodles costs ten dollars?"
The noodle boss spread his hands: "I can't help it. The price was set by Mr. Su, and we don't dare to violate it. Besides, do you think such a delicious bowl of noodles is not worth ten dollars?"
Zhu Yuanzhang also agreed that the noodles were delicious, but he asked doubtfully: "But how many people can afford it at this price? I'm afraid your business won't be very good, right?"
Just as he was talking, several people who looked like government officials came over: "Lao Suntou, five bowls of noodles."
The noodle boss smiled and clasped his fists: "I'm sorry, gentlemen, but all the noodles are sold out again today."
The yamen servant glared at him angrily: "You're just lazy! Why can't you do more every day? As a result, I can't eat anything after I get off the yamen, and I have to walk so far."
Lao Suntou smiled and scratched his head in embarrassment: "Master, you also know that I am the only one in my family. I really can't prepare for this."
"You said you were the same. You didn't go to the blind date organized by the Yamen last time. Wouldn't it be better to ask a wife to help you organize it earlier? Let me tell you, if you don't go next time, the men will come to escort you. you go!"
The old Suntou looked at the old man. He was actually only thirty-seven or eighteen years old this year. He laughed loudly when he heard this: "Yes, you have already said that. I will definitely go next time. I am just afraid of delaying my girl."
"What a waste of time." The yamen servant waved his hand: "You are considered a down-to-earth person who is willing to work. Any girl who can follow you will be considered lucky. Come on, don't talk about it. We have to leave quickly, otherwise we are afraid that the next family will not be able to meet you. Sold out."
After watching the government officials leave, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Lao Suntou dumbfounded:
"You, the county magistrate... still care about your blind date?"
