Chapter 682 Unexpectedly, the changes have been huge
The store owner talked to several residents in the lobby for a while, and Song You also sat nearby and listened quietly for a while. By the time the store owner had finished talking about the gods and soup cakes in the past, the soup cakes in front of the guests were also
After eating so much, I entered the stage of drinking soup with my head down.
The store owner went to the back kitchen to take a look and came back to tell someone that he would have to wait a little longer.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
The Taoist still said this, very kindly, and then asked him for advice: "I just heard from the shopkeeper that there was a man named Li Dashan in the city. He was an evil man in the past and had some connection with the gods. But I don't know that the legendary gods have left Nanhua in the 1780s.
Year, what happened to Mr. Li Dashan?"
"Hahahaha, sir, you know the end when you heard the villain call him Li Dashanren." The shopkeeper said with a smile, and he was ready to feed the guests to spend time. "A good person is a person who is kind and has a kind heart."
He paused for a moment:
"Since meeting the gods, Mr. Li has changed his ways, repented and made amends. It is wonderful to say that since Mr. Li no longer bullied the market and took advantage of others, he has become richer. It turns out that Mr. Li bought a small official in the Yamen.
, and now it has been promoted to the punishment of 1,000 households."
"Have you been promoted and made a fortune?"
"That's what it means." The shopkeeper said, "Our Nanhua is famous for its cloth books. By the way, if this is your first time here, in addition to trying our Nanhua's fairy soup cakes, if you have time, you have to go to the city to buy some.
Use two feet of cloth to make a piece of clothing. The cloth we call Nanhua has always been soft, comfortable, strong and durable...Where did you end up talking about?"
"Nan painted cloth."
"Oh, the cloth painted by Nan."
The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly and continued:
"The largest cloth shop in the city now belongs to Li Dashan. He specially invites women from poor families in and outside the city to work. The salary is very good and a full meal is included at noon every day. Many women are willing to work there.
The family works. I heard that even the cloth shops and cloth shops in the city are offering higher wages to workers than before. The women also know that the cloth made by the favor is also very good in the city, plus merchants from other places.
After hearing about this, everyone was willing to come to his house to buy cloth. Gradually, the cloth shop grew bigger and bigger.
“As for the money earned, a lot of it was used to help the poor, build roads in the city, and build kindergartens.
"This has been the case for more than ten years, so we called him Li Dashan. Even the county magistrate favored him, and his official positions were increased one after another."
"I see."
Song You nodded after listening.
What the shopkeeper said was similar to what Shu Yifan said to him when he passed through Nanhua from Borrowing Mountain in Pingzhou and returned to Heyuan in Hezhou.
Nowadays, the world is going to be in chaos. Even if you don't do anything big or have any plans, it is still a good thing to have a good reputation in the local area. Maybe you can sometimes use it to make a living.
In troubled times, in addition to murderous demons, other heroes who pay attention to benevolence, justice and etiquette, whether they are orthodox, princes, or rebels, when they arrive in a place, most people in power will pay more attention to the good people who are well-known in the local area.
There are many stories of people showing respect and even condescending to pay a visit.
It is like exchanging one kind of wealth for another kind of wealth.
"The store just said that there used to be a nunnery outside the city, and it seemed to be related to that Li Daguan, but I don't know what happened to it now?"
"Sir, you are particularly concerned about this."
The store owner smiled and wiped his hands.
Several guests in the lobby also glanced at Song You.
This Taoist's curiosity is indeed a bit serious.
It is normal for ordinary people to like to listen to stories about gods, but most people come here to ask about the store, or go to the teahouse in the city to hear Mr. Shu talk about the events of the past. They only listen to the content related to gods, and at most they care a little about Li Daguan.
Some, very few people would ask about other people's endings in such detail.
"The nunnery has long since disappeared. Now it has been transformed into a free school outside the city. It has been expanded a bit and has hired teachers. Children from poor families in the nearby villages can go to the free school to study and learn calligraphy as long as they bring lunch.
.It was also funded by Li Daguan."
"Where are the nuns?"
"I don't know much about it, my father may know better. I only heard that most of them own land, some work as farmers near the school, some work as cooks in the school, and some work in the cloth shop opened by Li Daguan.
They work in the workshops, and some of them do small businesses in the city, selling pickled vegetables and snacks." The store owner paused, suddenly remembered, and pointed to the side, "Yes, yes, yes, sir, if you are interested, go out tomorrow morning and turn to the right.
There is an alley that is quite lively in the morning, and there are many pickle sellers. Sir, go and ask, maybe one of them is a nun from the former nunnery."
At this time, a voice came from the back kitchen, asking him to bring the soup cakes. The storekeeper happily told the Taoist that the soup cakes were ready, and walked to the back kitchen.
"I'm coming!"
The shopkeeper held two big bucket bowls, one in each hand, opened the curtain sideways, and walked out steadily: "The most authentic and famous immortal soup cake in Nanhua, this is what the immortals ate back then."
"Didn't Shima just tell the guests that the food the gods ate back then was made by your father-in-law?" Song You asked with a smile.
"My mother made it, and now my wife makes it. But sir, please rest assured that the ingredients and techniques are passed down from generation to generation. It is exactly the same as the bowl that the gods praised so much back then."
"May I ask how your father-in-law is doing now?"
"Oh, Mr. Youlao is concerned. My parents are still alive, but they have worked hard for many years and were not in good health in the past two years. There happened to be a doctor in my hometown who knew how to adjust the back. Last year, they went back to their hometown for recuperation.
."
"That's right..."
"Sir, do you want to eat here or go upstairs?" The store owner stood there and looked back upstairs, "If you want to go upstairs to eat, it would be more convenient for a little person to handle it skillfully."
"Then please, please, serve it up for me."
"Sir, please hold the lamp to light the way for me. If I fall down, I will have to spend time cooking another bowl for you."
"good……"
The Taoist held a lamp and walked in front.
The store owner held the bowl steadily and followed behind.
"Squeak..."
The door to the room upstairs was opened.
The shop owner faintly saw the shadow of a flower flashing past the room. When he looked closely, he saw nothing. He had to be stunned for a moment and continued to carry the soup cake through the door.
There is an old wooden table inside.
"Sir, eat slowly. Don't be in a hurry. Just put it on the table after you finish it. When you check out tomorrow morning, I will come up and clean up the dishes."
"good."
"I won't bother you anymore."
The shopkeeper said something and left.
"Squeak..."
The Taoist closed the door and locked it.
Then a cat slowly crawled out from the corner.
"What took so long?"
The cat lowered his voice and complained softly.
“Freshly pulled noodles.”
"Well……"
The cat jumped up on the bench with a light jump, and suddenly turned into a girl. Then she turned around and waved to the outside, and the swallows flew in outside the window.
The Taoist took out Sanhua Empress's small bowl, divided one bowl into two portions, and fed the two little monsters. He pulled the other bowl in front of him, mixed it up a little, then picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth.
They are still wide and thin noodles, such as bed-rolled noodles and trouser belt noodles. The thickness, shape and texture are roughly in between the two, and they are easy to taste. In fact, there is no good one, because there is no seasoning, it is just a bowl of boiled noodles.
Get a rich broth, add soup cakes and chopped green onions. The so-called noodles are just a few chopped green onions sprinkled on the surface and pressed into the soup.
"Suck..."
The soup should be kept hot on a small stove, just like soup cakes, it will be piping hot in your mouth.
Savor it carefully, it is rich, flavorful and oily.
The bone soup has its own deliciousness, and the familiar taste blooms on the tip of the tongue. It is hot and light enough. On this early winter night, it is really warm from the throat to the stomach, and it is extremely comfortable.
"It still tastes the same as before."
It seems to be a little stronger than before.
This is normal——
It's already dark at this time, and it's time to close. If you don't add this kind of bone soup overnight without adding water, you have to get up early in the morning to cook it before dawn. The taste becomes more and more intense as time goes by. Eating it at night leads to
It's oilier, saltier and fresher than in the morning.
“It still tastes the same as before!”
The girl opposite also put the soup cake into her mouth and imitated him and said with emotion.
The Taoist knew without asking that she couldn't remember the taste of the soup cakes she had eaten here nearly nineteen years ago.
Then he slowly finished the bowl of soup cake.
"This rice is very simple, Sanhua Empress can also make it." Sanhua Empress said to him while looking at the oily flowers in the empty bowl.
"Then I'll be in trouble for Empress Sanhua from now on."
"no problem!"
"Canopy..."
A soft sound.
The Sanhua Empress turned into a pot-bellied cat, and the rather funny swallow turned into many swallows and flew out of the window.
It's getting darker and darker.
Getting colder.
The window on the second floor of the inn was still open. The calico cat stood on the window sill, looking down, with a focused expression.
This small room is on the far right. It has the same layout as the one on the left, except that the bed is on the right and the table is on the left. The other one is reversed.
The streets below are much the same.
It's still the same as in memory.
In a daze, a short figure seemed to appear in front of him, walking close to the wall, looking up from time to time towards the second floor of the inn - even if he just thought of such a scene, the cat couldn't help but lean back slightly.
He also retracted his head to avoid the sight of that figure.
Empress Sanhua remembers this place.
Remember the sensitive immortal here.
Empress Sanhua also remembers the cloth here.
It was in this small town famous for its cloth that the Taoist priest took her out, bought three colors of cloth, and made her a three-color dress. It fit her well and was pleasing to the eye. She liked it very much.
After wearing the clothes for two years, the fabric faded over time and became softer and more close-fitting, as if they were tailor-made and became grown from the body. When Empress Sanhua developed her magical powers, she could create the clothes herself.
I also imitated the style of that dress, imitating the fading of the fabric after wearing it for two years, until now.
The cat has indeed forgotten what the soup cakes he ate here many years ago taste like, but how could he not remember the past?
It’s just that many years have passed and things have changed a lot.