The weather today is very good, sunny and cloudless. It is good to live in Qingshi Village. Even going to Qingshi Town is much more convenient. You don't have to get up early to go hiking.
At this time, there were already a few pedestrians on the road. Shen Ziyan, Shen Mo, and Shuang Xi were walking on the road, feeling a little happy.
Shuangxi reached out and touched a rough spot inside the jacket he was wearing, and smiled. It felt so good to have money.
Shen Mo followed Shuangxi and said nonchalantly: "Daughter-in-law, just let me carry you on my back."
Regarding Shen Mo's behavior of applying dog-skin plaster, Shuangxi frowned and said, "I can walk on my own."
Fortunately, Shen Mo wasn't angry because of Shuang Xi's attitude.
After arriving at the market, there were already a lot of people inside. Shen Ziyan went to buy a hoe and some daily necessities first.
I bought two hoes for 600 copper coins. In the Anqing Dynasty, although ironware was not a precious thing, it was not cheap.
But Shen Ziyan had to sell the hoe. Land reclamation was about to begin in the spring, and the Shen brothers couldn't let the Shen brothers dig the land with their hands.
Shuangxi wandered around and fell in love with a place called Liu Ji Noodle House.
This Liu Ji Noodle House is located in the center of the market. It uses a few wooden sticks to support a simple shed and covers it with waterproof tarpaulin, which serves as a stall.
It happened to be in the open space in front of a shop. People were coming and going here, and business was booming.
Shuangxi said to Shen Ziyan: "Brother, let's go eat noodles." She wanted to sell noodles. Naturally, she couldn't sell them blindly. This market research was absolutely indispensable.
Shen Mo swallowed and said, "This side should be quite expensive."
For ordinary people, eating a bowl of noodles at the market is nothing, but for the Shen family, this bowl of noodles is a luxury.
Shen Ziyan looked at Shuang Xi and said warmly: "Xi'er can eat if you want." She felt a little sour in her heart. Since Xi'er came to their house, she hasn't had a good meal. Let Xi'er and them keep eating.
Those coarse grains were even wheat bran. As her husband, he felt guilty and self-blame.
Nowadays, when eating a bowl of noodles, you have to think about it. Shen Ziyan secretly vowed in his heart that he must let Xi'er live a good life. Wear nice clothes and wear a beautiful hairpin.
Shuangxi didn't expect that Shen Ziyan would think so much, so he took the two of them to an empty table and sat down.
"Little Er." Shuangxi called to the handyman.
"Hey! Here we go!" A shop waiter who was sixteen or seventeen years old and had good features ran over.
He smiled and said, "Sir, what do you want to eat? There are clear soup noodles, braised noodles, and pork noodles." The waiter in this shop is actually a smart person.
"I want a bowl of pork noodles first." Shuangxi said with a smile. Just when he was about to ask Shen Ziyan and Shen Mo what kind of noodles they wanted to eat, they heard a call.
It was the boss who frowned and yelled at the waiter: "Fuzi!" As he spoke, he looked at Shuangxi and others.
It turns out that the waiter’s name is Fuzi!
The boss was short and stout, with a fat head and big ears. He looked a bit like a butcher, but he was much uglier than the uncle who sold pork.
When the boss yelled at him, Fuzi looked at the people at the Shuangxi table with a troubled expression. He said hesitantly: "This bowl of pork noodles costs eight copper coins..."
After hearing Fuzi's words, Shuangxi felt the boss's gaze on him, and now he understood three points. It turned out to be the boss of Liu Ji Noodle Shop, and he was afraid that he couldn't pay for it.
Shuangxi pulled out a small cloth bag from his arms. There were two broken pieces of silver and a few copper plates in it. Naturally, the large piece of ten taels of silver was not put together with the broken silver.
Shuangxi deeply understands the principle that eggs cannot be placed in a box.
At this time, Shuangxi smiled and said to Shen Ziyan: "What kind of noodles do you want to eat?"
Shen Ziyan said warmly: "I'm not hungry, Xi'er can eat by herself."
Shen Mo looked at the person next to him sucking noodles, his eyes were a little straight, but he said: "Daughter-in-law, I'm not hungry either."
The two lovers looked at Shen Ziyan and Shen Mo with a smile, knowing that they were reluctant to spend money, so they already had a plan in mind and did not force it to them.
He counted out eight coins and gave them to the waiter named Fuzi. After a while, he brought back a bowl of noodles.
The noodles were served in a large white porcelain bowl, but the bowl contained more soup and less noodles. There was a thin layer of meat slices floating on it. Shuangxi was silent. Even according to the prices in Anqing Dynasty, a bowl of noodles was really expensive.
Isn’t it worth twelve copper plates?
Some of those who came to eat noodles were holding steamed buns in their hands and eating the soup, which showed that these eight copper coins were not enough.
The reason why people come to eat here is because of its geographical location.
Shuangxi stirred the noodles with chopsticks, gently picked up a noodle, and ate it into his mouth. He felt that the noodles were quite chewy, but they had no aroma and were not delicious.
But Shuangxi's body rarely eats such good food. After taking one bite, he couldn't help but want to take a second bite. The fragrant pork flavor deeply attracted Shuangxi's body, which had no oil or water.
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But Shuangxi stopped his chopsticks after taking two bites and pushed the side to Shen Ziyan and Shen Mo: "Brother, third brother, I'm full, you can eat."
Shen Ziyan and Shen Mo were both a little moved when they saw Shuangxi. Are they full? How could they be full after eating just a few noodles? Maybe Shuangxi or Shuangxi feels sorry for them and wants them to eat.
Shen Ziyan and Shen Mo pushed their faces back, and Shen Mo said with a smile: "Daughter-in-law, you are so thin, it would be good to eat more."
Seeing the Shen brothers who cared so much about him, Shuangxi felt a little warm in his heart and said with a smile: "I really can't eat anymore."
Finally, at Shuang Xi's strong request, Shen Ziyan took two bites, and the rest went into Shen Mo's stomach. Shen Mo picked up the large white porcelain bowl, drank the noodle soup in two gulps.
After finishing the drink, he seemed to be a little unsatisfied and said to Fuzi: "Add half a bowl of soup."
Shuangxi looked at Shen Mo with a smile, wanting him to stop drinking the soup. But looking at Shen Mo's look, Shuangxi couldn't say anything, so he simply let him drink it.
Later, under the disdainful gaze of the shop owner, Shen Mo finally put down the bowl after burping.
Next, Shuangxi spent two taels of silver to buy a small half bag of white noodles. When passing by the market, he saw the aunt selling tofu and the uncle selling pork chatting, and saw Shuangxi coming. The pork seller
The uncle smiled and greeted Shuangxi and Shen Ziyan.
Shen Ziyan had gone to their house twice to collect pig blood, so he knew him well.
Shuangxi smiled and said: "Uncle Genzi, Aunt Lanhua." These Genzi and Lanhua are the names of this uncle and aunt.
Uncle Genzi looked at Shuangxi. This girl was really lovable. He smiled and asked, "Girl, we have to kill a pig at home today. Do you want pig blood?"
When Shuangxi heard about pig blood, his eyes lit up: "I want it, I want it."
Then Shuangxi looked at the scattered bones and small pieces of meat on the pork case and asked, "How do you sell these things?"
Genzi is a down-to-earth person, and he has a good impression of this girl. He smiled and said: "These two big pig bones, and these minced meats. You can take them all, just give me ten coppers."
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Although this writing seems to have little meat, if you scrape off the meat, it should be almost a pound of meat. One pound of meat costs thirteen copper coins. Calculating it this way, it is still a bit cheaper for this girl.
Shuangxi looked at the pork bones and the minced meat. He smiled and said, "Then I'll take them all."
As he spoke, he brought up the bamboo basket he was carrying, asked the pork seller to pick up the bones and minced meat, paid the money, and left just as he thought.
Suddenly I saw Aunt Lanhua selling tofu, an idea flashed in my mind, and I quickly walked to Aunt Lanhua again.
The Shen brothers don't know what Shuangxi wants to do, but they have always supported what their daughter-in-law wants to do.
"Miss Xi'er, do you want tofu? Auntie will pick up some cheap tofu noodles for you." Auntie Lanhua is a kind-hearted middle-aged woman who looks to be about forty years old.
Shuangxi shook his head and asked Aunt Lanhua: "Auntie, can you sell me some of the tofu residue left over from making tofu?"
Aunt Lanhua looked at the little girl in confusion: "What do you want from this tofu dregs? If you eat it, it's not as delicious as wheat bran!" The tofu dregs tasted greasy. This girl is already thin, if she eats this
, that’s not possible.
Shuangxi shook his head and said, "I want to make something with the dregs of tofu."
Fortunately, Aunt Lanhua stopped asking. If the girl wanted it, it wouldn't be a bad idea to have some with her. Anyway, this tofu was fed to chickens and ducks at home, so it wasn't worth much money.
When Aunt Lanhua said that she could go get the dregs for her right now, Shuangxi was extremely grateful to Aunt Lanhua.
"You and your Uncle Genzi, help me take care of the stall, and I'll go get the dregs right away." She lives in Qingshi Town, and it only takes less than a quarter of an hour to get back and forth.
How could Shuangxi not respond: "Auntie, don't worry, we'll keep an eye on you."
Aunt Lanhua was relieved and left. The reason why she was relieved was not entirely because she saw Shuangxi and others being reliable, but because she had been her old neighbor in this market for more than ten years.
In addition, the two families have some relatives.
She felt relieved when she handed the stall over to Genzi.
After a while, Aunt Lanhua came back. Aunt Lanhua was very handsome. At this time, she was carrying a medium-sized basket with heavy things in it.
"Miss Xi'er, this thing is with you." He handed the basket over and did not forget to add at the end: "Next time you come to the market, just bring the basket back to me." (Unfinished)
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