Chapter 133 Breaking the Chaos in the Chaos Bureau
Chen Baoxiang suddenly understood - people are shameless, and it is difficult to cure the king's law.
The reason why a man like Mr. Feng lives a free and easy life is because he threw his face on the ground and broke it into pieces.
His face was gone, he was humiliated, and he felt no pain at all.
Only in this way can we kowtow to everyone and ghosts, and we can muddle through when others cannot.
"Boss Chen, I have an idea right now. Mingxinchi is a noisy place. The Southern Army and the Eighth Front Army would not choose such a place to stay. Your Chen's rice shop is hidden in the back street of the county, not visible.
It is convenient for these people in the world to connect."
Chen Baoxiang knew that Mr. Feng had a quick mind and was going to come up with a crooked idea again.
"Boss Chen, from today on, don't let Chuan Wen go to the goods counter. He will sit behind the counter. On the one hand, he will help you with the accounting, and on the other hand, he will keep an eye on the customers. I will pay him and I won't let him work in vain. Why?
Sample?"
"Okay."
"Then we've made it a deal. No matter what we read, only we will know about it and we won't tell anyone else."
Mr. Feng made a big circle and finished what he needed to say. He breathed a sigh of relief and started eating steamed buns.
He took a bite, frowned, and finally straightened his neck to swallow it, and threw the remaining half of the bun directly back onto the plate.
"Hey, boss, what's the stuffing in your buns? It's just, it's just..."
Chen Baoxiang quickly pressed the back of Mr. Feng's hand and interrupted him: "It's good, it's good."
These street bun shops are definitely not as good as straw bun buns. As long as they can satisfy their hunger, they don’t care so much.
Mr. Feng frowned, glared at the bun shop owner, and muttered in a low voice: "There are few places in Jinan that can eat good buns. Except for the straw buns from the old Zhang family, they are all like pig food. Boss Chen, here we are.
At that time, you opened a shop in the Grand View Garden. You were very clever and you made steamed buns that were similar to straw buns. I admired you every day!"
The two got up and parted at the entrance of Mingxinchi.
Mr. Feng went back to catch up on his sleep, and Chen Baoxiang went all the way back to the bun shop.
When we arrived at the straw bun shop on Pooley Street, the early morning fog melted away and the color of chaos dissipated.
He bought two straw bags, wrapped them in big lotus leaves and mulberry paper, kept them warm, and took them home.
After entering the rice shop, Liu Yue'e hurriedly followed, holding Chen Baoxiang's hand.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Chen Baoxiang took out the buns and placed them by the stove.
"What happened? I smashed the door and pulled you away in the middle of the night. Xiu'er was so scared that she cried. It took a lot of effort to coax her to sleep at dawn."
Chen Baoxiang smiled calmly and asked Liu Yue'e to make tea first, and then the couple ate steamed buns face to face.
Liu Yue'e picked up a bun, was reluctant to eat it, and put it down again.
"Mom Xiu'er, eat, eat, live a good life and eat meat buns every day."
He told what happened last night, and Liu Yue'e's face changed greatly in shock, and she gasped repeatedly.
"The head of the family, Uncle Bi, is just gone?"
Chen Baoxiang nodded: "These days, human life is as cheap as grass. Let alone him, even the leaders of the Japanese are dead. Anyway, we can't care about it. We don't kill people."
Liu Yue'e was amused: "What are you talking about? Can we afford to offend Uncle Bi?"
Chen Baoxiang talked about Master Feng's new idea and asked Chuanwen to help in the store, watching the customers coming and going, and acting as a secret agent for Master Feng.
Liu Yue'e was a little worried: "I always feel that Mr. Feng doesn't look like a good person. It would be a bit unreliable to mess with him. Will there be any trouble?"
"Then what's the trouble? Now that Chuanwen has grown up, it's time to go out and make some adventures. I think the boss can do it. His eyes are on the job and his words can keep up."
Liu Yue'e nodded. The three children grew up in front of them, and they all knew their temperament and temperament clearly.
The biography is restrained and low-key, just like his name. He does things that use his brain, mouth and pen without compromising his talents.
The three children got up and smelled the aroma of straw buns. They didn't have time to wash their faces, so they ate the buns first.
Xiu'er picked up a bun and looked at Chen Baoxiang with tears in her eyes: "Dad, I'm afraid you won't be able to come back! Those people are like yaksha evil spirits and they took you away. It's really unreasonable."
Chuanwu didn't care and swallowed a bun in one gulp: "Xiu'er, what are you talking about? Dad is now a well-known figure in Jinan. Even the Japanese have to use our place to hold banquets. How do you say that -
Are golden scales just a thing in a pond? They turn into dragons when encountering storms. Our father is a man of ability. He can turn misfortunes into good fortune and adversity into good fortune. The evil yaksha ghost is nothing. Our father is Zhong Kui, he only eats little ghosts!"
Chen Baoxiang casually gave Chuanwu a slap in the face: "Speak politely, don't just talk in spoken words, like a street gangster."
"Dad, what kind of spoken language is this? Those workers in Diwozi said that some people talk about benevolence, justice and morality, but are full of male thieves and female prostitutes. They are all dressed up beasts. As laborers, we have to say what we say, go straight, unite and unite for the sake of
Fight for your own interests."
Chuan Wen smiled and shook his head: "Brother, you can do this when doing things, but you can't talk about it at ordinary times, as it can easily lead to trouble. You only listen to the first one, but not the second. All my night school coworkers said, stealing
You can talk secretly, but you can't shout at the top of your voice, remember?"
"Hahahaha, brother, of course I know. This is a secret and cannot be told on the road. This is at home. Telling your parents is of course no problem, right?"
Chen Baoxiang touched Chuanwu's head and corrected in a low voice: "Walls have ears, so be careful in everything. When you talk on the road, look around and see if there is no one around. There is no chance that someone is eavesdropping in the grass!"
After the family finished eating the steamed buns, Chen Baoxiang arranged to pass on the news and do some work.
The text is very thoughtful, and after listening to it only once, I fully understood what Chen Baoxiang meant.
"Dad, I understand. While working in the store, my ears and eyes should be sharp. Read more, talk less, listen more and memorize. Don't worry, I am old enough to know how to measure."
Chen Baoxiang went to the north room to catch up on his sleep and didn't get up until lunch.
He stood in the yard and looked around carefully.
The place where there used to be people was now calm and calm, and not even a pigeon could be seen.
"It seems that this battle was fought by Bi Jing. Bi Jing failed?"
Bi Gong said that all the gold will be transported outside the customs. Now, everything is like a painting.
Chen Baoxiang definitely did not feel sorry for Bi Gong. At that time, in the rice shop, Bi Gong was interrogating the arrested Mr. Mu, and almost tore Mr. Mu's face to pieces as soon as he took action.
If Ah Fei hadn't fired the gun to help Mr. Mu commit suicide, I'm afraid the interrogation would have been even more bloody and brutal.
The only thing he is worried about now is that Bi Jing is unwilling to give up. Even if Jinan City is turned upside down, the murderer must be caught.
"A bigger storm is behind us!"
Chen Baoxiang looked up at the towering poplar tree in the courtyard. The leaves that had just turned green were rustling in the north wind.
According to the annual practice, before Qingming Festival, when the northwest wind and sand pass through, Jinan City will be darkened and every household will be covered in a "sand rain".
Chaos is like the underworld.
After this "sand rain", Jinan's new year's flowers and willows have officially begun.
Chen Baoxiang's mood at this moment is just like the common people's reaction to "sand rain": they are both afraid of its coming but also looking forward to its coming.
When he arrived at the store, there were only two regular patrons eating, and the other dozen or so tables were all empty.
Chuanwen was sitting behind the counter, looking through the account books carefully.
Outside the gate, the streets were clean and deserted, very different from usual.
The regular customer got up after finishing his meal and usually said hello to Chen Baoxiang, but this time, he just ignored him coldly and walked out.
Chen Baoxiang understands that the label of "Japanese bastard" has been placed on his head since last night, and it will be difficult to take it off.
Liu Yue'e muttered as she put away the dishes and chopsticks: "It's been all morning, and there are only five people eating. If I had known that if I didn't steam so much rice, I wouldn't be able to sell the two large baskets."
Just as he was talking, the fat girl named "Xiao Rong" came in from the outside, holding her waist with both hands: "My lady said that we should make four kinds of meat, sauced eggs, kelp rolls, tofu soaks, fried tofu, sauced bones, and vegetarian meatballs.
Meatballs, fried peanuts, spiced chicken feet, four bowls of rice, and four steamed buns. I want them now, come with me."
Xiao Rong's face is plump and rosy, like the carp doll in the New Year paintings.
She stood inside the threshold and said a lot like the names of the dishes. She looked like an adult and stared at Chen Baoxiang with her eyes wide open.
Liu Yue'e quickly gave up her seat and packed the food box.
"Boss Chen, the lady said, you are a man of your word. The last time I made a cheongsam, the boss saw your face and gave me a 50% discount. Thank you. I will repay you... I will repay you in the future."
Take it with you to make clothes, thank you."
What Xiao Rong said next was stumbling, and the preface and the follow-up did not match up. It must be that the lady's instructions were too long and she couldn't memorize them, so she had to make a fool of herself.
"You're welcome. Jinan people are hospitable. As long as the lady likes it, she can go to Yuqian Cheongsam Shop to make clothes at any time. Since she is a big customer, she will definitely get a discount."
Xiao Rong pouted: "It doesn't matter whether the discount is discounted or not. Our lady has a lot of money, but she just likes to eat your Jinan food and drink tea brewed from Jinan spring water. She often says, Jinan Spring Water A...A or whatever, in short, you guys
The spring water in Jinan is the best in the world. Even Emperor Qianlong said so. You are the best spring in the world... You Jinan people say that drinking spring water will lead to longevity. So why did Emperor Qianlong... drink to death?
"
This sentence was so incomprehensible that Chen Baoxiang didn't know how to answer it and was stunned with his mouth open.
"Hey, let me tell you, Emperor Qianlong dug a grand canal in order to drink the spring water from Jinan and divert the spring water to the Peking Palace. Those eunuchs were so stupid that they confused Jinan and Jiangnan and diverted the water from Hangzhou to
Palace. The water in Hangzhou is the tidal water of the Qiantang River. It is all yellow mud soup. Is it drinkable? As a result, he drank it to death. When he died, he did not understand how the good Jinan spring water turned into yellow mud soup.
"
This time, I couldn't even hold back my message. I walked out from behind the counter and gave Xiao Rong a double thumbs up: "Little sister, well said, well said. Listening to you is worth ten years of reading. However,
Please tell me, did you guess the allusion you just mentioned or did the lady tell you?"
"Hey, our lady has read so much that she has become stupid. She said that Emperor Qianlong liked Baotu Spring and wrote it as "the best spring in the world", but he spent a lot of effort to divert the water from Hangzhou to the palace. This kind of back and forth
She can't even explain the contradictions."
Chuan Wen cupped his fists and raised his hands: "Okay, my little sister is really gifted. She can explain such a complicated problem clearly. I admire her very much. I am in awe."
Xiao Rong blinked, looked at the message, and then at Chen Baoxiang.
"Don't you Jinan people use your brains? You are really chaotic, confused, and stupid. You will understand these things if you think about it carefully. Alas, every time the lady mentions you Jinan people, she gets so angry that she can't sleep. It's so good
The spring water gushes out and then flows away without any care. If waterways are built like the palace and the water from Baotu Spring passes through the city, then it will be the real spring water for every household.
Where’s Hu Chuiyang?”
Chen Baoxiang looked at Xiao Rong and thought it was very interesting that this fat girl was smart sometimes and confused sometimes.
For so many years, the water from Baotu Spring has been gushing day and night, all year round, directly flowing into the moat and into Daming Lake. It is indeed a waste.
However, people in Jinan have turned a blind eye and think that it is natural for the spring water to flow northward into the lake. They do not feel it is a pity and just regard it as a kind of scenery.