Chapter 248 Touching a straight

The sky was bright at dawn. When the red sun rose, the warmth returned to the earth in an instant. The rooster jumped on the branch and shouted in the breeze, awakening the sleeping South China and the people in the city.

The cold wind blew gently, the evening star gently flashed, and the day in South China began.

When pedestrians appeared on the street near the county government, Zhao Ze came to an old tree by the roadside. There was a porridge, steamed steamed buns and steamed buns and other flavored snacks in the cage drawer. The shop is a man in his thirties. He has lived here for generations. His name is: Yao Dalang, five short stature, very hard-working. He is burning fire to cook porridge. When he looks up. Seeing Zhao Ze coming over, he immediately woke up the Hun family, "The child's mother is a guest. Get up and say hello."

Yao Dalang's Hun family was half asleep and half awake with his back against the stove. He woke up quickly when he heard the call of his husband's family. After straightening his clothes, he got up and looked out. He saw a tall man coming with his hands on his back. He hurriedly piled up a smile and greeted him. Shi Li said, "The guest got up so early. Come and sit inside. There's no one."

Zhao Ze answered energetically, and as the beautiful village woman walked into the porridge tent, she found a place to sit in the wind.

He took out a taels of silver from his arms and put them on the table: "A bowl of soy milk and two deep-fried dough sticks!"

"Yo, guest, our shop doesn't have soy milk, and what are the deep-fried dough sticks? I haven't heard of it." The woman said regretfully, but the pair of Danfeng eyes have never left the silver on the table. She swallowed his saliva and asked, "Soybean milk is easy to do. There is a small stall in the Taoist temple across the street, and there are many of them. As for deep-fried dough sticks, I haven't seen them. Why don't you tell me how to do it? Our Yao couple can make them right away. What do you think?"

Zhao Ze felt that this village woman was a refreshing person. As long as there was a business, she would never let it go. She smiled and said, "The deep-fried dough stick is just kneaded into a human shape, and then put it into the oil pan to fry it. It must be crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, golden in color, salty and delicious. As for the ingredients, it is best to use wheat flour, eggs, milk... Other What other recipe book... I don't remember either."

The woman secretly wrote it down and thought it was a little complicated. It would cost a lot of money just to look at those recipes. However, since someone mentioned that someone would definitely afford it, she didn't look at this one. She actually took a taels of silver to buy soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks. If she could serve well and become a regular customer, then his business would definitely surpass Hetang Street. The soy milk seller, thinking of this, the woman quickly replied, "It's so simple. If the guest official is not in a hurry, the slave family will go there to help the guest officer get a bucket of soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks. The slave family can also ask them to help make it. I don't know what the guest official thinks!"

"How far is it? How long will it take?" Zhao Ze asked.

"If the slave family walks quickly, it will take less than a stick of incense time to go back and forth, but if it is fried deep-fried dough sticks, it is estimated that there will be another incense time!"

"Zhao Ze looked at the sky and felt that it was still early, so he agreed and asked by the way, "Is there people selling pancakes in the county?"

"Hao pancake?" The woman asked puzzledly, "Isn't the guest official talking about cooking cakes?"

"Yes, it's the cooking cake. If there is, there will be a hundred by the way!"

"Ah, guest, do you want to eat a hundred cooking cakes alone?" The woman doubted whether the guest was deliberately amuseful.

Zhao Ze shook his head and looked back at the county government office behind him, "It's given to the adults inside and the official. Thank you for your hard work."

After saying that, he pushed the silver or two in front of the woman.

The woman was overjoyed and asked, "So you are looking for someone from the county government office. It's enough for the Yinu family to send ten lotus leaf cooking cakes to the county magistrate, a hundred..."

before the woman finished talking, Yao Dalang, who cooked porridge, suddenly stood up and shouted, "Woman, talk too much. The guest asked you to buy a hundred cooking cakes. Why don't you go with a bucket of soy milk!"

After being drunk by her husband's family, the woman woke up and said that she almost ruined the business. She quickly apologized and said, "Don't blame the guest. The slave family is such a broken-mouthed person. If the guest officer decides, the slave will go."

"Okay, that's the work. The rest of the money will be used as the principal... I'll pay for my meal here."

"Is this true?" The woman looked at Zhao Ze in surprise and said to herself that he was really a rich man. The ordinary guest was just carrying a hundred and a hundred copper coins. It was not like this one who paid the bill with silver. He thought that he would not say much and hurriedly turned away.

After Yao's woman left, Zhao Ze asked for a bowl of rice porridge and six soup buns. Seeing that Zhao Ze was generous, Yao Dalang presented a plate of self-made fermented bean pickles and said, "This is a specialty of South China. Even if it is from Beijing, it may not have a good taste here. If you don't believe it, you can try it. If it's not enough, there are more in the jar. A lot, just eat"

After a few polite words, Zhao Ze began to eat rice, drank a mouthful of hot porridge, and ate a mouthful of fermented bean pickles. He thought that the pickles in the Song Dynasty would be unpalatable. Unexpectedly, Yao's exclusive fermented bean pickles were so refreshing. The more you chewed with hot porridge and steamed buns, the more delicious it became. The more you chewed, the more comfortable it became. It seemed that there was a faint fragrance of flowers on your lips and teeth. The flow between them stimulates the mouth and stimulates the saliva, and the appetite increases greatly.

Zhao Ze drank three bowls of hot porridge in one go, ate three plates of pickles, and was satisfied until his stomach swelled.

He opened his mouth and praised: "The shop is a good craft. This pickle is really delicious."

Hearing the appreciation of the guests, Yao Dalang replied with a smile and replied, "Thank you for your praise. To tell you the truth, the fermented soybeans and pickles made in the shop are famous from far and near. My husband and wife have no other skills, but we are thinking about the best way to eat, eat and drink, and even the adults of Zhixian often patronize them."

"Oh, so your business is very good. You should buy a house and land in South China."

"The guest officer is joking. I can't wait for this small business to buy a land. Instead, I bought a house on the street in the city, and it's okay to repair it."

"That's not bad. Now the world is peaceful, and the future life should be better, and the store's business will become more and more prosperous," Zhao Ze said casually.

"Not exactly." Yao Dalang suddenly showed a strange look. When he saw that Zhao Ze was rough-looking and not like a treacherous person, he said bluntly: "Don't hide the guest officer now in the border war, Song Xia and Chen Bing are hundreds of thousands of people in the pass. Some children are in the Western Army. He has been in the Western Army for many years and he doesn't know life and death, hey."

Zhao Ze felt strange and asked, "Look at the appearance of the store, it should be before it arrives. How old is your child to join the army?"

Seeing that no one else came in for dinner, Yao Dalang scooped a bowl of hot soup for Zhao Ze and sat opposite to talk about his family affairs.

"Gest officer, can you take a closer look at what someone has?" Yao Dalang asked.

Since the other party asked, Zhao Ze guessed, "Is the store 45 years old?"

Yao Dalang nodded, "The guest officer has good eyesight. He is indeed forty-five!"

"This?" Zhao Ze smiled faintly, "I'm also guessing. The store is really old and very energetic."

"Hey, are you not energetic? Nowadays, the eldest child is in the army, and there is only a useless girl left at home. It's no use except to look at home, wash and help make a fire and cook. In case I go there or the child's mother one day, I'm really worried that the child will not be taken care of. I'm not afraid of your jokes. My girl is ten years old this year. Three, the baby was born with watery spirit. A few days ago, my child's mother and I were thinking about looking for a marriage for her next year, which also saved us to worry about her."

Speaking of this, Yao Dalang sighed again, "Hey, let the guest officer laugh. A rough person who has little knowledge can nag about the trivial things at home. He hasn't even left Nanhua. The guest officer's costume should be a merchant from south to north. I don't know what's going on outside."

"The merchant can't be called" Zhao Ze was modest. "As a people of the Song Dynasty, I have to run for a living. I just came back from Jeju some time ago. What about the snow disaster?"

"Ah, snow disaster, that's amazing. Twenty years ago, when my father was still alive, there was a snow disaster in South China. At that time, Song Liao was fighting. The leftover food at home was eaten up. When my parents went out to borrow food, I almost froze to death at home. Fortunately, I was saved by my father-in-law later. Whenever I think of this, I can't help crying."

"Is the father-in-law of that store alive and well?" Zhao Ze asked.

"Hey, my father-in-law passed away a few months ago. On his death, he grabbed someone's arm and asked him to take care of the Hun family. He must not divorce her. How could he take his father-in-law's family? My father-in-law is too worried..."

Zhao Ze smiled and said nothing, and talked about something else with the man in front of him. Speaking about the recent headless case in South China, Yao Dalang suddenly asked Zhao Ze, "I don't know if you have heard of it. Recently, it has been said that Master Zhuang's ghosts harm people everywhere in the neighborhood. Our house is not far from the banker's house, only a pawnshop, in case of a village The ghost of the master is coming. I really don't know what to do."

"Does the store really believe that the ghost of Master Zhuang is harming people?" Zhao Ze asked him.

"Don't believe the things of ghosts and gods. We people don't dare to talk nonsense about ghosts and gods. In case of trouble, we will suffer."

Yao Dalang's voice was not finished, but he heard someone shouting from afar: "Brother, something has happened. Your daughter has been harmed. Go back and have a look."