Fang Dou found that he was not very lucky today.
Butcher Zhang fell and injured his left foot. He has not killed pigs in the past few days, and the meat stall has not opened.
Not to mention pork, pork ribs and drainage, there is not even half of the pig's hair.
The farmer who set up stalls in the corner of the city wall has been asked seven or eight times in a row, but no native chickens and ducks have been brought here.
In an era when large-scale breeding has not yet been promoted, if you want to eat chickens and ducks, you have to rely on luck, not just for money.
Fang Dou sighed, "I really want to eat meat!"
"Go to West City to try your luck!"
Xishi is a place to sell fish. There is no chicken, duck, fish, meat, and you can make up the numbers with fish, shrimps and crabs.
"No!"
The honest fisherman has soaked his hands in the water all year round, and his hair is white and dry, and he keeps nodding and bowing.
"Master, our catch was sold out early in the morning, and the rest was left until the afternoon. If it couldn't be sold, it would smell bad, and there was really nothing!"
The general meaning is to sell fish as early as possible.
Fang Dou nodded rationally and had to find a way.
"By the way, master, if you want to eat meat, go to the cockfighting house to have a look!"
Fang Dou was shocked, this method is good.
There is a cockfighting restaurant in the city, which is where idle men spend money. Every day, cockfighting is disabled and dies.
Those scrapped cockfighting cocks were sold as broilers.
If Fang Dou is lucky, he might have encountered one. Although the cockfighting is lean and the meat is thick and tasteless, it is at least a piece of meat.
"Yeah, thank you for your advice!"
Fang Dou rushed forward quickly and finally arrived outside the cockfighting hall and smelled the strong smell of chicken manure.
The wind rolled up from the street in front of the cockfighting hall, and a few fluffs whirled into the sky.
"Pede it, peck it!"
"Go around behind you, you're blind!"
"Hurry up, my ten cents are worth it!"
With the thick curtains at the door, you can still hear the hysterical screams of gambling men.
With one hand, two cockfighting houses were idle and walked to the street.
One of them was holding a dying rooster in his left hand and a kitchen knife in his right hand.
"General Hongyun, won more than 100 games, lost today, wouldn't he still want to become a roast chicken man?"
His companions are a little bit regretful.
"This cockfighting made a lot of money for our shopkeeper, but it's a pity that I killed it like this."
The helper holding a kitchen knife looked at him squintly, "If you don't kill, you can keep it for the elderly!"
As he said that, he used his left hand to throw the rooster heavily to the ground, dong, like a stone falling to the ground.
This cockfighting cockerel, called "General Hongyun", was torn off half of the cockscomb, and the left eyelid was turned up, as if it was scratched by a sharp blade. It was covered with wounds and feathers were soaked in blood.
The injuries all over the body have accumulated and are not far from death.
Otherwise, with the stinginess of the owner of the cockfighting restaurant, the stones could be squeezed out oil even if they were held in their hands. How could they bear to kill them with one knife?
"I really don't live anymore, so I just killed and ate meat!"
I raised the kitchen knife, and the iron-gray knife edge was covered with gaps. It didn't look sharp, but it could also cut off the chicken's head with one knife.
"Slow down!"
The two gangs turned around and saw a monk carrying a big bag and a clay pot in his arms, and walked over with a smile.
"Two, can you discuss how to sell this chicken to me?"
Fang Dou's eyes fell on the rooster on the ground, and he lost weight. Let's make a roast chicken guy!
The gang looked at each other and obviously recognized Fang Dou. The "Wine and Meat Monk" that had just appeared recently in the dilapidated temple outside the city.
Fang Dou didn't know yet, and he was also famous. He occupied Guo San's ruined temple, which was a bold move to outsiders.
In addition, Fangdou usually pays attention to diet and mixes meat and vegetables, and is more particular than the landlords and old money, so he is named "Wine and Meat Monk".
"Monk, if you want to buy this chicken, it's not cheap!"
The gangs at the cockfighting house are all famous scoundrels on the street, so they want to make trouble.
The gangster holding a kitchen knife was proudly looking, "Do you recognize this chicken? General Hongyun is famous far and wide. He has heard of all the men in the countryside. He won every battle and everyone who bets it will make a fortune!"
"That's it!"
My companion asked, "There is a rich man in the next county who paid 50 taels of silver. Our shopkeeper couldn't bear to sell it!"
One tael of silver can be exchanged for at least one thousand good money, and fifty years of silver is 50,000 yuan.
This is the truth. How can General Hongyun win more than this number of money for the cockfighting hall?
If it hadn't been injured too much and had not been cured, it would still be the money tree in the cockfighting house.
Fang Dou smiled, "I bought broiler chicken, please give me a first price!"
The idle people have nothing to say. Anyone who has two eyes can see that this cockfighting is not long before, so they can't open their eyes and tell lies!
"Monk, how much do you pay?"
Fang Dou raised a finger.
"One hundred cents, a little less!"
The two gangs were really surprised. They had already thought about sharing the 50 cents and could go to the tavern for a beautiful meal.
"I said ten cents!"
"What?"
The helper who took the kitchen knife was angry, "Ten cents, send the beggar!"
He rolled up his sleeves and waved the kitchen knife in his hand, "Let's make fun of us men, right? If you don't give a hundred big words today, don't want to leave!"
Fang Dou took a few steps back and waved his hands, "Donor, if you attack the monk, the Buddha will be unhappy. He will go to hell in the future!"
Buddha's backstage is too hard, and the two gangsters dare not take action.
"Ten cents are too little!" The helper was still unwilling to accept it.
Fang Dou lifted the rooster and hissed, which was quite heavy, at least seven or eight kilograms.
"Look, this rooster is covered in bones and has nothing to chew!"
"Half of the body is chicken feathers, and the other half is bones, so I can only stew the soup and drink it!"
"The blood is dried up. Do you believe it or not? The bones are all black when stewed!"
"Fifteen cents, if you refuse, keep it for yourself!"
Fang Dou thought to himself that his eloquence was getting better and better.
It must be that during this period, I often go to the city to sell rice and buy rice, bargain with merchants, and I have become flexible in my mouth!
When the idle people heard it made sense, they often stayed in the cockfighting restaurant and had many opportunities to have tooth-beating sacrifices. They knew that cockfighting was not delicious, the meat was not cooked, and the taste was still bad.
Fifteen cents are better than nothing. You can drink wine, but the slices of meat have to be replaced with dried fragrant.
"make a deal!"
Fifteen cents, and three bad money were mixed in, and handed over to the idle.
The two gangs didn't look closely, and they lost all of them in a hurry, with fifteen money not much or less.
"Take the chicken!"
Fang Dou asked for a straw rope, tied the rooster, and carried it out of the city.
This purchase was a full load and the day passed without realizing it.
As dusk approached, Fang Dou finally came to the ruined temple where he lived.
There is a main hall in the dilapidated temple with clay statues on it.
The side halls on both sides collapsed to the south and were submerged in the ruins. Many weeds have emerged from the rubble.
Chapter completed!