How much money can be spent to achieve great things.
One or two copper plates naturally cannot take up other people's space.
These men in short clothes tightened their cotton robes tightly, brought hot tea, put their buttocks on the steps at the door, took a sip, and did the dragon gate formation with the brothers next to them. It was also one of the few moments of relaxation!
Bao Guowei walked into the teahouse, and the waiter next to him immediately came over, took off the rag on his shoulder, and carefully wiped the table that had been soaked in oil again.
"Sir, what would you like to eat?"
Bao Guowei's stomach was growling at this time, and he was about to eat some hot tropical soup, so he said casually: "Bring me a basket of steamed dumplings and two random side dishes, I want to eat meat. "
Bao Guowei has been hungry for almost a day. He drank again last night, and now his appetite is so big that he seems to eat a whole cow.
He is not worried about gaining weight. After all, he has been exercising for a long time, so he has a well-proportioned figure and strong abdominal muscles. Otherwise, he would not be able to serve An Shuzhen obediently.
The waiter responded, turned around and left. Within a short while, the waiter placed a basket of steamed dumplings, a pot of haggis, a plate of fried meat with pickles and a cup of hot tea on the table.
"Please use it slowly!" The waiter smiled politely and stepped aside to do other things.
Bao Guowei picked up his chopsticks and ate hungrily.
Only then did he realize that the steamed dumplings tasted really good. The fillings were fragrant, the skin was thin and the fillings were thick. The soup was fresh and tender, and the meat was soft and smooth. When he took a bite, the fillings inside immediately overflowed in a continuous flow.
Bao Guowei ate two steamed dumplings and drank two sips of hot tea, feeling his body warm.
"These steamed dumplings are quite delicious, but not spicy enough." Bao Guowei muttered while eating the steamed dumplings, scooped a spoonful of chili pepper from the jar, put it on a small plate, and dipped it in.
"Yeah! This is delicious enough!"
After half-full and a basket of steamed dumplings, Bao Guowei's cooking slowed down. He heard the noise outside. It was the farmers squatting at the door talking about the mountains.
Bao Guowei found it interesting, smiled slightly, called the waiter, and asked the waiter to deliver several plates of fennel beans worth four copper coins each.
After he had eaten and drank enough, he looked outside and saw a man in a long gown sitting on the steps outside drinking. Among the short-clothed gang, his long gown was so eye-catching.
"Huh? Who is that?" Bao Guowei asked, pointing to the man in the long gown.
"He! He is an alcoholic. He claims every year that he has been admitted as a scholar. The Qing Dynasty is gone. Where is the scholar? He just read a few books and knows a few words!"
"Huh?" Bao Guowei suddenly became interested in this person and continued to ask: "What's his name?"
"The surname is Kong, and everyone calls him Kong Xiucai."
"Kong Yiji!" Bao Guowei is no stranger to Kong Yiji. He is the protagonist of a must-have chapter in middle school textbooks.
"I don't know. No one knows what his real name is. He often says that he is a scholar, but who knows? He doesn't do farm work, he just helps others write a few words to make money."
Seeing that Bao Guowei was interested in Kong Xiucai, the idle waiter said a few more words.
Bao Guowei thought that he was young, about fourteen or fifteen years old, which was the time for him to talk a lot.
"Why doesn't he come in the house?"
"Hey! Where did he get the money? This guy has a lot of credit in our tavern. Look at the board."
Bao Guowei followed his finger and looked over. There was a large wooden board hanging behind the counter, with many names densely packed on it, and the first one was Kong Xiucai.
"It's all on credit. If you pay off the debt within a month, erase your name, otherwise it will accumulate more and more. If Kong Yiji doesn't pay back in two months, he will already owe three hundred coins after adding the old and the new." I don’t know if I can pay it back before the end of the year?”
The guy's tone was stern, but there was a smile on his face, without any anger at all.
"He owes your family a debt, and your boss still lets him drink?"
Kong Yiji took out three copper coins and bowed to the shopkeeper, begging for mercy and saying good things. After that, not only did he get a bowl of wine, he also got a plate of salted bamboo shoots to eat.
The clerk's smile became subtle. He came closer and whispered to Bao Guowei: "Don't you know, Kong Yiji has several acres of land in his hands. My boss has seen it, and his Feng Shui is the best! So... The land is good and has been well served, but there is no money to spend anywhere, but this guy doesn't care at all and just lets the land lie idle without selling it!"
"What do you mean this is? My boss can't stand it. Only if such a good land is in his hands will it be useful!"
Bao Guowei nodded matter-of-factly. He was such a deceitful man, and with the little land in his hands, no wonder everyone would come to take advantage of him.
"Go! Send a whole plate of pork head to that Kong Yiji... No, Kong Xiucai."
"This? What are you paying him for? Isn't this just wasting your money?" The waiter looked very surprised, but seeing Bao Guowei's serious expression, he had no choice but to do as he was told.
Kong Xiucai got the pig head meat. When he heard that it was a gift from someone else, he felt very happy and bowed to Bao Guowei with a smile.
"grandfather!"
A group of children playing in the street heard the sound. They all knew Kong Xiucai, and they immediately surrounded him. Kong Xiucai beamed with joy.
"Eh!"
The dirty children looked at Kong Xiucai with their big eyes open.
"Grandpa, I'm hungry..."
Kong Xiucai took out a plate of pork head meat on the table, picked up a piece and put it into the child's mouth.
"Grandpa! I want it too!"
"I want it too! I want it!"
A group of children were making noisy noises and all the pork heads on the plate were wiped out in no time.
"Are you full?"
"No...Grandpa, I'm hungry!" The child still looked at him with longing eyes. In vain, Kong Xiucai took out his plate of salted bamboo shoots.
This time he didn't dare to let others snatch it. Each person had one piece, and he was not allowed to take more. However, the salt water bamboo shoots seemed to be deliberately against him. They just finished dividing them and lost one piece.
The children who had eaten meat and bamboo shoots were all satisfied, waved to Kong Xiucai, and then jumped away.
"Goodbye Grandpa!"
"Hey! Okay...goodbye!" Kong Xiucai also waved to them.
After all the children left, Kong Xiucai took a sip of wine, picked up the plate of pork head meat, licked the oil stars on it, and drank the wine with it.
"Hey! Man, get some soy sauce!"
Kong Xiucai felt someone coming next to him. He thought it was a waiter, so he reached out to pick up the soy sauce, but missed it. When he looked up, he saw that it was the person who gave him the pork head meat.
"Haha, this young master is really heroic. The so-called meeting is fate. Don't worry, when I become rich in the future, I will definitely treat you to delicious food and spicy drinks!"
Bao Guowei waved his hands, not too dirty, and sat down on the steps like the short clothes gang.
When he sat down, he realized that Kong Yiji was squatting on the steps, with his heels resting on his butt, not touching the ground.
