Everyone was frightened by Wang Ergou's sudden voice.
They all looked at him suspiciously.
No one knows what happened to him.
After eating that piece of cake, my emotions suddenly exploded.
Wang Ergou knelt on the ground, looking at the sky with tears in his eyes.
His voice trembled, he shouted with sobs and despair: "Mother! Mother!"
Brother Yun thought that Wang Ergou was planning to falsely accuse Wu Dalang of not eating the cake, so he was the first to step forward and said loudly: "Ergou, why are you crying? Everyone is smiling happily after eating, why are you the only one crying? Isn’t it because your tongue is broken?”
Wang Ergou shook his head: "It's not that my tongue is bad, it's that when I eat this cake, I think of my dead mother..."
Wang Ergou was actually originally named Wang Yigou.
His mother had a long braided hair, and what was impressive was that she always had a bright smile on her face. She stood out in a crowd even though she was wearing tattered clothes.
A few years ago, there was a bandit riot in the county. Ergou's father was killed by the bandits, and his mother was defiled by the bandits and thrown into the river. A few days later, she was picked up by fishermen downstream.
After that, people in the county began to call Wang Yigou a bastard, saying that he had two fathers and should not be called Yigou but Ergou.
When he first heard the name Wang Ergou, the first dog would get angry and resist. Later, when more people called him, he would admit that he was the second dog.
Brother Yun: "Your mother can also make scallion pancakes?"
Wang Ergou shook his head again: "My mother doesn't know how to make scallion pancakes, but when I was a child, my mother would make delicious food for me to eat. The things my mother makes are the most fragrant in the world..."
After hearing this, everyone was even more confused.
One of them asked: "Then why are you crying?"
Wang Ergou wiped his tears and said with a sincere face: "After eating just now, I seemed to hear my mother's voice calling me standing at the door of the house, and I couldn't help crying. If my mother is still alive, I can also try it. Just taste this bread and it will be good.”
As soon as he said this, the onlookers became more curious about the cakes on Wu Dalang's stall.
Is this cake really so delicious?
A group of people came forward and asked Wu Dalang for a piece of scallion pancake.
Some want to try it, some are just curious, and some don’t believe it.
Ever since, such a magical scene appeared at the busiest intersection in the morning market.
While the other stalls were deserted, the stall in the middle was crowded with people.
At the same time, there were bursts of exclamations from the crowd.
"Oh my God, what is this!"
"It's such an unparalleled feeling, beautiful, so beautiful!"
"I feel like if I take this bite today, I can live for one more year!"
"Don't say one year, I feel like I can live ten more years..."
And this lively scene, as well as the bursts of exclamations, also attracted more and more people to come and watch.
After tasting it, some people even shamelessly asked for another piece to taste.
Wu Dalang was not stingy at all and would give whatever he wanted.
Anyway, the small pieces of scallion pancake that Pan Jinlian had divided were already being divided again.
What used to be a corner of scallion pancake is now enough to share with dozens of people to enjoy the taste.
And at this moment, a voice of complaint suddenly came from the crowd: "Oh, how long will it take to satisfy your craving if you eat these small bites..."
Another person echoed: "Yeah, every time I just taste the taste, the cake is gone. It's just like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit. It's so uncomfortable!"
In the crowd, more and more people made the same complaint.
Although the food was delicious, it was too small and completely unsatisfactory.
And every time after eating this, if you want to eat another, you have to squeeze through the crowd, which is very troublesome.
At this time, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "Can you buy it with money? I'm not short of money anyway..."
As soon as this was said, it immediately resonated with a large number of people.
They would rather spend more money and buy more than suffer like this.
Upon hearing this shout, Wu Dalang smiled imperceptibly at the corner of his mouth.
This is what he was waiting for!
Then, he stood on a high place and said loudly: "Isn't the free version not enough? It doesn't matter! I do have a paid version here, and the paid version is absolutely worth the money!"
"This delicacy is a delicacy brought from the imperial capital. It's called scallion pancake. There are three hundred and twenty-one steps in making it."
Everyone opened their eyes wide and were frightened by the complicated production process.
But I completely believe it!
For such a delicious thing, the production process is complicated and reasonable.
Wu Dalang: "The senior officials in the imperial capital will spend huge sums of money just to have a bite of scallion pancake!"
Everyone looked at Wu Dalang with expressions of wonder and astonishment.
I didn’t expect that today I would eat what God’s high-ranking officials eat.
Oh, what an honor!
Wu Dalang continued: "However, since I can meet you all here, then...meeting is fate. Things like fate cannot be measured by money, so...I won't charge you a thousand gold for today's scallion pancake. I won’t charge you a hundred silver, or even ten taels from you! You can get it with just one tael!”
As soon as the price was mentioned, the noisy crowd suddenly became quiet.
“One or two??”
“It’s delicious, but I feel like I don’t deserve it.”
"As expected, delicious food is expensive!"
"Sure enough, only high-ranking officials in the capital eat this delicacy... ugh..."
A group of people lowered their heads in frustration.
The price of this tael was completely beyond their acceptance range.
Brother Yun on the side looked confused and whispered: "Dalang, didn't you say five cents? Why did it change to one or two cents?"
After all, the difference between one tael and five cents is hundreds of times!
Wu Dalang smiled and said nothing, leaving Brother Yun confused.
After a long silence, Wu Dalang spoke again: "Forget it, let's sell it at a loss today!"
As soon as he said this, everyone raised their heads again, with hope shining in their eyes.
Wu Dalang shouted in a passionate tone: "Family members, today, I don't want you to have a thousand taels! I don't want you to have a hundred taels! Even, I don't want you to have one tael, as long as you..."
As he spoke, he took out a corner of the scallion pancake from the basket and said loudly: "For five cents, you can take home the scallion pancake originally priced at one thousand taels!"
The crowd immediately became excited.
"Oh my god! Only five cents? Then I can afford it!"
"Yes, can the beggars on the roadside accept this price?"
"You can eat such delicious scallion pancakes for only five cents? It's so worth it!"
“And it’s such a big piece, it’s great!”
"Boss, give me a piece!"
"I also want!"
"I also...."
The crowd suddenly lost their minds.
They all took out the money from their arms and handed it to Wu Dalang.
Rushing to get a slice of scallion pancake.
They are afraid that if they don't buy it, they won't be able to buy this delicacy in the world.
For one or two copper coins, many people may choose to give up.
But for five copper coins, many people are even more worried that they will run out of money later.
There are also some wealthy people who even choose to spend ten or even twenty cents to buy a dime first.
Scallion pancakes are in short supply at this time.
Wu Dalang was very happy.
I bought some herbal tea, fruits, vegetables and the like from other stalls nearby as gifts.
This made some of the surrounding vendors who were originally jealous of Wu Dalang feel flattered. They became excited and began to shout consciously: "Come and buy scallion pancakes. Even the gods are greedy for pancakes!"
The three words “scallion pancake” echoed throughout the morning market.
