Of course, the transactions that take place on the street are all small transactions, and the transactions that are larger or that do not want to be publicized are conducted in a tavern at the end of the street. This tavern is open for business day and night. In the evening, especially her main business hours, the tavern is named "Qunxian Pavilion" after the city where it is located. However, most people who live in the gray area prefer to call it "Fang Xiangsi". Fang Xiang is the person who manages death. She is the goddess of funerals and the dead. Legend has it that when the deceased is buried, Fang Xiang will appear next to the tomb to drive away the lonely ghosts that infest the deceased.
The reason why this small wine shop has such a name is probably related to the location nearby. A few hundred steps away to the west of the restaurant, there is a small cemetery for the poor. There are many small graves. Because the dead are buried in a mess, it always emits a stench. On the other side of the wine shop, there is a constant stench. The wasteland stretches to the Golden Light Gate. The corpses of servants, neglected strangers, and the destitute were left here; wild dogs and crows feasted on them. The putrid stench emanating from this miserable wasteland affected the air nearby. It’s hard to imagine that this place is only a few blocks away from the majestic palace.
There is a signboard with Fang Xiang hanging at the door of the wine shop. Legend has it that Fang Xiang is a fierce god covered in bearskin, with golden eyes, black clothes and red clothes. The handwriting of a poor and poor painter has added to it. Kind of ugly. A small lamp that was blown around by the wind illuminated the poor fierce god, adding a bit of terror. But in any case, this dim light is enough to arouse the attention of the guests and attract them to the door of the wine shop; on the other hand, the light also illuminates the darkness or darkness shrouding this dirty alley. More or less expelled some.
As soon as the guest enters the small and low door and walks down the steps made of randomly stacked stones, he can come to a humid room filled with smoke and blackened by charcoal fire.
To the right of the door, there is a stove built against the wall. A bright flame burned brightly under the stove, and various foods in various vessels were cooked on the stove. Among these foods are the store's specialties of lamb blood sausage and the ever-changing chowder meatballs; no one wants to know what the ingredients of the chowder meatballs are. The chef who cooked these foods was An Wuniang, the proprietress and female shopkeeper of this restaurant.
On one side of the stove, in a small open niche, there is a small wooden statue of Bodhisattva, which the people of Chang'an at that time often worshiped to bless their homes. In order to worship this respected god, a small ever-burning lamp is lit there. Next to the stove stood a filthy little table and a small red-lacquered stool. This stool was used by An Wuniang to sit on when she had free time.
Along the walls, both on the left and right, and in front of the stove, were several old dining tables. Around the table were rough benches and lame little square stools.
There is a black pottery hanging lamp hanging from the ceiling, with four lamp grasses inside. The light, together with the blazing flame in the stove, constantly drove out the darkness that shrouded the cellar.
Another door opened on the wall opposite the door that served as the entrance to the wine shop. Inside that door is another smaller and cleaner room. An oil lamp with only a lamp in it was lit in the corner, illuminating the room dimly. In the half-darkness, only part of the floor and two dining tables could be seen, which was considered the VIP room of this wine shop.
In the first year of Emperor Linde, the great sage of Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty, on the Lantern Festival, about a quarter of an hour after Wu hour, Fang Xiang’s wine shop was particularly crowded with guests. The noise and noise not only filled the entire shop, but also resounded throughout the alley. Correct update @安五女 and her Tuguhun slave girl with tattoos on her cheeks are busy organizing everything, trying their best to satisfy the hungry customers who are making noisy demands to them from all directions at the same time.
An Wu Niang is a tall, strong, forty-five-year-old woman with rosy cheeks, but her dark chestnut hair has a lot of white hair. She was a beauty when she was young, but now, her straight face was very ugly with a scar on her left cheek. No one knows the origin of the scars on her face. They can only guess from her hair color and surname that her ancestors were Hu people. However, people on this street did not care about this. Her attentive attitude and cheerful temperament still attracted many customers, especially her superb cooking skills, which were unanimously praised by everyone.
The people who come to Fang Xiang's wine shop are all low-class people: carpenters and potters. (This chapter is not finished yet!)
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, blacksmiths, dyers, and some hopeless drunkards - gravediggers, jugglers, actors, disabled veterans, beggars pretending to be crippled, bad boys from Chang'an, and prostitutes. But An Wuniang is not demanding about her guests, and she doesn't ask about any details about them, because this is not a place where nobles, scholar-bureaucrats, and Wuling boys come. Especially, in the eyes of the magnanimous An Wuniang, since the sun hanging high in the sky is the same to the nobles and the poor, and since some people open restaurants and hotels for the nobles, then the poor should also have their own wine shops; except In addition, An Wuniang was also very sure that the Zhenguan Tongbao and Daye Tongbao taken out from the pocket of a murderer or liar were taken from the nobles or Wuling boys who lived in Taipingfang and Guanglufang, which were close to the palace. The money coming out makes no difference at all.
"An Wuniang, what the hell, why don't you bring those damn chowder balls here?" shouted a young veteran with scars all over his face and chest.
"I bet that the meat of the chowder balls was brought by Chen Qi from the wasteland at Jinguangmen for her. It was the meat of the dead people that had not been eaten by the crows. These are the chowder balls that only evil spirits eat. Raw materials!" shouted a beggar sitting next to the veteran.
The crowd burst into loud laughter at the vicious joke made by the beggar who pretended to be a cripple. But the gravekeeper, Chen Qi, was a short, fat man with a red nose and an indifferent expression. He seemed very unhappy with the beggar's joke, so he sneered and said loudly: "An Wuniang, listen to me, an honest person: when you make chowder balls for this filthy Hu Jiu (that's the beggar's name), Just put in the piece of stinky meat that he tied to his chest with a thread, pretending to be a bloody wound. In fact, he has no injuries at all, he just deceived those honest and kind-hearted people to give him more money."
This retort was followed by a deafening burst of laughter.
"You bastard, you dare to make fun of me, be careful when you walk at night, be careful not to get your head knocked open from behind and thrown into the cemetery. Everyone will never see you bad guy again!". @ESSENTIAL\/SHUKEG·No mistake first release~~
Chapter 50 Fang Xiangsi
