064: Hiring a cat (middle) [seeking a monthly ticket]
As if to respond, the soft and waxy ball in his arms let out a "meow", and the little chubby boy nodded in agreement.
He carefully released his hand and lifted a corner of the coarse cloth.
A small, tabby-patterned civet cat was revealed.
The cat opened its eyes, but the color of its eyes was not the common amber yellow but a rare aqua green, its nose was pink, and its fur was much lighter than the ordinary tabby civet cat. When it saw Shen Tang, it meowed timidly again and crawled into the arms of the little chubby civet. Chu Yao on the side frowned.
Shen Tang's attention was focused on the cat, and he carefully brushed the soft cat fur with his fingertips. However, the cat was a little shy and timid: "Is this cat yours? Or is it a wild cat?"
Little Fatty Dun'er said: "It was from the female cat at home."
Shen Tang asked again: "Why did you bring it out?"
Shouldn't such a small kitten be carried by the mother cat?
After hearing this, the little chubby boy felt depressed for a moment. He looked down at the cat and said, "My father and mother said that I was not allowed to raise it, so I had to throw it away."
"Not allowed to be raised? Can this cat be kept alive if it is not in good health?"
The little chubby boy shook his head and said honestly: "No, it's very good but its eyesight is bad. Dad thinks it's taboo and won't let him raise it."
The litter of seven kittens were all amber yellow, exactly the same as the mother cat, but this one was different. The butcher was worried that it was an ominous sign. It happened that business was not doing well recently, and he felt uncomfortable, so he was going to kill the cat. Throw the cubs away or give them up for adoption.
Little Fatty took it with him and asked the neighbors if there were any that they were willing to raise. The result is as you can imagine - ordinary people have difficulty raising themselves and don't have enough to eat. Where can there be leftovers to feed cats?
Shen Tang said: "What's wrong with your eyes? How beautiful they are."
The cat being suckled looked at it with such a pair of watery, clear and aqua eyes, which made people's hearts melt.
She was about to say something when she heard Qi Shan asking from above her: "Has this kitten found its owner?"
Little Fatty shook his head: "Not yet."
Shen Tang: "???"
She dared to pat her chest and promise that she had never heard Qishan speak in such a soft tone before, as if raising her voice even once would disturb the cat. She looked up and was horrified to find that Qishan also had a mask on his face. A gentle smile——
fear!
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Shen Tang's expression lost control for a moment.
Unexpectedly, she heard Qishan say: "That's very good. Wait a moment, I'll look at the almanac and pick a date to hire someone."
Shen Tang: "???"
Next, hire???
Shen Tang asked: "Who are you hiring?"
Qishan said matter-of-factly: "Of course I will hire this raccoon slave. It looks very much like a raccoon slave I raised before."
His eyes naturally showed a bit of reminiscence and emotion.
Shen Tang: "???"
If you want to raise a cat, just raise a cat, why should you hire someone else?
Not only did Qishan solemnly apply for the job, he also looked through the almanac and picked a good day. The time was tomorrow, which was an auspicious day for marriage. He drew a lifelike portrait of a cat on the engagement letter, and troubled the old lady in the house to go out and buy it. Dried small fish and two bags of salt.
He acted vigorously and resolutely, without being sloppy, and his face also showed a little visible joy of preparing to be the "groom official"...
Shen Tang: "..."
This is outrageous.
Qi Shan was busy but no one was there. Chu Yao and the old woman borrowed the East Kitchen and carefully cleaned the purchased waste water.
Qi Shan knows how to make pancakes. This is the first time Shen Tang has seen men cooking in this era. He wanted to help but was declined.
"Mr. Wuhui, don't they say that a gentleman lives far away from the kitchen?"
Not only does he know how to cook, he is also very skilled in it.
Chu Yao wiped off the grease on his hands with a cloth, and joked with a smile: "These minced meats are all slaughtered by butchers, why is there any need to stay away? Besides, it's not like everyone is from a good background. If you don't know how to cook, , do you expect to be able to have enough food and clothing by eating the wind and drinking the dew?”
His current boss is Shen Xiaolangjun.
You are a servant, not a master. You must clearly understand your position.
Nowadays, cooking is simple and seasoning is sparse. Food is mainly boiled, grilled and steamed, and the taste is bland. But Chu Yao has a secret skill. A lot of smelly sewerage that ordinary people despise, but after the fishy removal treatment, plus the addition of the ingredients he prepared Seasonings, delicious.
"Goro, try your craft."
Shen Tang unceremoniously sucked away a bowl of noodles.
To be precise, it is a rough version of noodles.
In other words, noodles.
Simply knead the flour into a ball and then slice it. Although it has no chewy texture, for Shen Tang, who has been eating pancakes for so long, it is like the best delicacy. The little fat man also had a mouthful of oil after eating, and even the soup in the bowl was wet. Don't let it go, pick it up and clean it.
Study with Chu Yao in the afternoon.
What you learn is not books, but martial arts.
Shen Tang: "...???"
Chu Yao, a former literary scholar, taught students, instead of teaching his old profession, he went to another profession to teach martial arts?
There are two people in the family, one is happily preparing to hire a raccoon slave, the other is teaching martial arts to students in the courtyard, and Shen Tang...
She was at ease again.
so--
After lying there for a quarter of an hour, she suddenly sat up - she was so bored, she felt so exhausted when she had no time - she had no one to talk to and nothing to do, so she might as well sell wine at a stall and support her family! That's it! Target, Shen Tang's mobility was off the charts.
"Mr. Wuhui, I went out to set up a stall to sell wine." After she finished speaking, the person had almost disappeared in a flash, as if something was chasing her behind. Chu Yao only had time to say, "Don't touch the wine." I don't know if she heard it.
The same location as yesterday.
But there are many types of drinks.
Not only Dukang wine, there are also wines from [Grape Wine Luminous Cup], rice wine from [Green Ant New Fermented Wine], Lanling wine from [Lanling Wine Tulips, Jade Bowl Holding Amber Light]...the rest will be discussed later. Unlocking slowly. It’s just a pity——
She is just a wine maker and cannot taste it.
"I'm really too sad." Shen Tang sighed and sighed, "Asking you how sad you can be is like a eunuch going to a brothel."
"Puchchi——"
Laughter came from the shadows above.
Shen Tang looked up and saw a familiar face. She was wary. Isn't this Mr. Gu, the tuberculosis man from Yuehua Building?
"Mr. Shen, are you...selling wine?"
"Otherwise? Could it be that we can just bask in the sun?"
Shen Tang tapped the sign with the word "wine" beside him.
Isn’t this person asking questions knowingly?
"Mr. Gu, do you want to buy some wine?"
"How to sell?"
Shen Tang said: "Wine is four hundred and fifty cents per jar, two catties, and other wines are three hundred cents per jar, two catties. The price is the same."
Mr. Gu quickly handed over the money, but it was a large amount of silver.
Shen Tang was about to take out a pair of scissors and small scissors when Mr. Gu raised his hand to stop her and said with a stern look: "I bought them all!"
She was slightly startled.
Before the thought came up, he suddenly thought that the person in front of him could read minds. His expression froze slightly, he retracted his hand without leaving a trace, and said calmly: "If you buy so much wine, can Mr. Gu take it back with you?"
"When did I say that I wanted to take it back by myself? With such a big deal, can I trouble Mr. Shen to send it off?"
Shen Tang said: "Natural can."
The customer is God, and there is no objection to beating workers.
Mr. Gu lowered his eyelids slightly, with an indifferent expression, and said: "Okay, then I'll trouble Mr. Shen to send it to Yaoling Pavilion."
Shen Tang asked again: "Where is Yaoling Pavilion?"
