Chu Heng was a little busy during this time. He hadn't been to the scrapyard for several days, so he didn't leave even after delivering the goods. He, Han Xu, and Du San were holding cigarettes in their mouths, talking and laughing.
From the warehouse, we went to the front stall space.
It was past twelve o'clock at this time, and the Pigeon Market had just opened, but there were many vendors and customers, and the people were looking longingly, but it was also unusually quiet, giving people a strange sense of prosperity.
The business of the four shops is as prosperous as ever. There are queues at the door of Cen Hao's second-hand goods shop, Du San's butcher shop, and Wan Xiaotian's grain shop.
Although Chu Heng's cultural relics shop did not reach this level, there were people coming in and out all the time.
After he stopped and looked at it for a while, he sent Brother Du and San away, strolled into the market alone, and wandered around the stalls with great interest.
With Chu Heng's current status, there aren't many things in Pigeon Market that can impress him. He mainly just watches the excitement.
He wandered around for half a circle and met mostly vendors selling second-hand goods, food, various receipts, etc., so he didn't stop much and just bought a deer leg in front of a stall selling game.
I plan to take it back to replenish it for my wife.
"Eh?"
Not long after walking around with the deer leg, Chu Heng suddenly smelled a strong fragrance that attracted him. He looked around and saw a shed set up in the corner of the stall area, and several young men were standing in front of a large stove.
As I was busy, water vapor was boiling in the pot, exuding the fragrant smell of mutton soup.
There are four Eight Immortals tables in the shed, and there are several people sitting in front of each table. They are basically customers who come to the pigeon market to buy things. In February, Sijiu City was suddenly warm and cold, and it was even below freezing at night. They were shivering.
He held a bowl of haggis soup and slurped away it, and from time to time he took a bite of sesame sesame seed cakes, which made his face feel happy.
Chu Heng also saw an acquaintance in the shed, Cen Hao's master who was already in his nineties, Dou Nanfeng. Dou Laodao was sitting at a table in the back that was slightly sheltered from the wind, with half a sheep's head and a bowl in front of him.
Haggis soup and a pot of warm wine.
"Hey, this old man will enjoy it."
Seeing the old man happily chewing the sheep's head and drinking a glass of wine, Chu Heng couldn't help but feel happy, and then he walked over.
When he came forward, several young men setting up stalls recognized him immediately, and quickly put down what they were doing and came up to him.
"Master Chu!"
"Hey, sit down quickly and I'll serve you a bowl of mutton soup."
Chu Heng looked at these young men and had a vague impression of one of them. He asked with a smile: "Are you Jiang Keba's buddies? I remember you, Xiao Zhao, right?"
"I didn't expect you to remember it." Xiao Zhao said in surprise.
"What's going on with this stall? Is it opened by Jiang Keba?" Chu Heng glanced at the shed next to him again.
"No, no." Xiao Zhao hurriedly waved his hands, grinned, and explained: "We run this stall by ourselves. We guys have been idle recently and have nothing to do. It happened that our ancestors ordered boiled haggis.
Tang's craftsmanship, I thought it would be idle to be idle, so the brothers met and put it together, so they went to Brother Hao and Third Master to discuss it, and set up a stall to earn some pocket money."
"Very good." Chu Heng nodded clearly and asked casually: "How is the business?"
"It's pretty good." The young man next to him said cheerfully: "It's cold now, so it's the right time to drink this. I can earn more than ten yuan a day at least, and I can't even earn more than thirty yuan a day.
It’s almost as much as one month’s salary for me!”
"Hey, you've made a fortune, brothers, congratulations." Chu Heng was quite happy for them. After he handed over his hands, he strode inside and shouted: "Today, I will also take care of your business. Come on.
A bowl of soup, two sesame cakes, do you have any sheep's hooves?"
"Yes, yes, I started cooking it in the afternoon. It's so mushy and tasty, it makes people happy." Xiao Zhao replied with a smile.
"Then bring two more sheep's hooves."
Chu Heng waved his hand, took a few steps to sit next to Dou Laodao, and greeted with a smile: "Drink here, Taoist Master."
"Oh, Xiao Chu." The old Taoist glanced at him and put down the wine glass he just picked up with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a while. Come and have a drink with me. It's a blessing for you, kid. These are the three things that Cen Hao respects me for.
Ten years of Shaoxing yellow.”
Chu Heng rolled his eyelids when he heard this, and said angrily: "This is a blessing for you. In the past thirty years, you, Huang Cenhao of Shaoxing, gave me two gifts from my good and special girl during the Chinese New Year.
A bottle of Erguotou and a jar of rice wine from me, who can live like this grandson?"
"Really? Haha, then you should drink more today to make up for it." The old Taoist laughed and picked up the wine bottle, turned to the young men and shouted: "I said, Xiao Zhao, you are a bit discerning.
No? Didn't you see your Master Chu coming? Hurry up and get a wine glass."
"Come right here." Xiao Zhao had just finished loading Chu Heng's things and hurriedly brought a tray over. In addition to the things Chu Heng wanted, there was also a plate of spicy lamb noodles.
Slice the cooked lamb face, add green onions, minced garlic, refined salt, sugar, soy sauce, and chili oil. Mix it a little and it is ready to eat. It is suitable for drinking or eating.
After putting down the things, Xiao Zhao said with a smile: "I don't have much, so I can give you a sheep's face. Don't dislike it."
"This is pretty good." Chu Heng picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. It was spicy and soft, with no fishy smell at all. He nodded and said, "It's delicious!"
"You can eat if you like. Then you and Uncle Dou have a drink, and I'll be busy first. If you have anything to say, you two can tell me."
"Go and do your business."
Chu Heng waved his hand to let him leave, and then he didn't touch the wine first. Instead, he picked up the bowl of pepper on the table, poured some into the bowl of mutton soup in front of him, stirred it with chopsticks, and took a sip.
Drinking the milky white mutton soup from the bowl.
The weather was more than ten degrees below zero, and the hot lamb soup with pepper made my whole body warm.
"Phew, comfortable!"
He breathed a long sigh of relief and took another bite of the slightly cold sesame seed cake. Chu Heng then poured himself a glass of wine and exchanged the glasses with Dou Laodao.
The old and the young talk about the past and the present, and have fun over wine, which is relaxed and comfortable.
It was like this until after two o'clock, when the two of them drank the wine that Dou Laodao brought and the pound of sweet potatoes that Xiao Zhao bought, they dispersed.
"Slow down, Taoist priest."
"Don't worry, this amount of wine won't make me drunk."
Under the watchful eye of Chu Heng, the drunken Dou Laodao walked towards his residence with one step at a time, his beard and hair flying, his clothes fluttering, and his steps erratic, exuding a sense of unworldly freedom.
"In this whole city, I think this old man lives the most chic life." Chu Heng smiled enviously, took out five dollars from his pocket, slapped it on the table, and said, "Let's go, Zhao Er,
The stuff is good, do it well and I’ll come back next time.”
After saying this, he turned around and left.
"Ouch!" Xiao Zhao and the other guys hurriedly caught up and stuffed the five yuan back: "My lord, aren't you just slapping us in the face? Come to our place and have a bite of something."
That's because you look down on us. How can I take money from you? Take it back quickly, you're not a shabby person."
"Tsk, it's not easy for me to do a small business. Take it quickly. I'm not short of these three melons and two dates."
"We really can't take this, Mr. Chu, please keep it quickly."
After such refusal, Chu Heng really couldn't resist these guys, so he could only take back the money and walk back smelling of alcohol, ready to go to the cultural relics store.
