Brother Sun picked up the bowl of water in front of him and drank it. He changed to a comfortable position and sat cross-legged, and raised his hand to touch his nose.
"My grandson is 20 years old this year. His parents died when he was six years old. He followed his master in Taoism to survive. He performed rituals and chanted sutras until he was eighteen years old. When he was eighteen years old, his master became ascension, the incense was gone, and the land was robbed by bald donkeys. I just
I was able to pack a roll and come home again. Fortunately, my family left me an inch of shelter. Farming was not possible. Nowadays, there are constant natural disasters and high land taxes. I have no other skills. I learned how to make tofu when I was refining alchemy with my master.
At that time, the master, apprentice and several brothers relied on the tofu they made to avoid starving to death, so they started making it again. However, they did not expect that the poor could not afford it and the rich were cunning, so they could not sell it.
.”
Sun Cai sighed and shook his head.
The big head was shaking so much that people in the hall couldn't help but worry that he would suddenly shake his head off.
"To say that Sun Cai is not talented, he has no other abilities, but..." Sun Cai suddenly sat up straight again and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang with a bit of excitement, "He can serve tea, pour water, chop firewood, and feed the horse.
I have made everything from making beds, folding quilts, making clothes and cooking. I have been in Taoism for more than ten years. I dare not say anything else. I am an absolute expert in serving people. My lady has a keen eye. If you want to buy a little man as a companion, it is perfect. The price is reasonable.
, good value for money…”
Everyone in the hall hid their faces and couldn't listen.
"You don't even look at yourself, you still get value for money..." Xu Bangchui shouted with eyes wide open.
Sun Cai looked up at him.
"It's better than what you look like." He muttered, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang again.
"I don't need you as a companion." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "I want to buy your craftsmanship."
Sun Cai was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at his tofu basket.
"Ma'am, do you want to make tofu?" he asked in surprise when he understood.
"Yes." Cheng Jiaoniang nodded, "If I buy you, this tofu will not be surnamed Sun in the future, but will be surnamed Cheng. Do you understand?"
Everyone understands.
"So, madam, how much do you plan to pay?" Sun Cai sat upright and asked with his eyes wandering.
Since you are not buying a body to be a slave, but selling your craftsmanship, you have to bargain carefully.
"My tofu is the only one in the whole capital that is handed down by my master..." Sun Cai continued.
"Then just stick to your only skill and see if you can fill your stomach." The old shopkeeper snorted and raised his hand to hit him on the head. "You are really out of breath when I say you are fat."
"Old Uncle Wu, you're doing business, why don't you let people bargain?" Sun Cai muttered, covering his head.
Cheng Jiaoniang stood up.
"The price is easy to talk about. You go and get everything you need to make tofu first." She said, then looked at Xu Maoxiu, "Third brother, clean up the backyard and give him a tofu room."
Xu Maoxiu nodded in agreement.
"Let's clean it up now. My sister will come tomorrow." He said.
Cheng Jiaoniang bowed to everyone and left.
After watching the carriage drive away in the rain, everyone turned around.
"Why don't you go pack your things?" Xu Bangchui glanced at Sun Cai, who was also following him to see him off, and shouted, "Why are you pretending to be an acquaintance! I need you to deliver it!"
Sun Cai curled his lips, put on his coir raincoat and bamboo hat, and took up the burden.
"Old four, five, and six, you drive the car and help him move here." Fan Jianglin said.
Several men responded and pushed carts from the backyard to follow.
"What's the matter? The restaurant is no longer open and it's going to make tofu again?" Li Dashao slipped out from behind and asked the old shopkeeper with a sad face.
"Don't worry, they have sent you a chef, how can you not open a restaurant?" The old shopkeeper shook his head and said, "I think at the beginning of Zuifenglou, people said that they couldn't open a restaurant and would open a sauce shop. Since Xiaoxiao
See the big picture, don’t think what you see is what it is.”
Li Dashao curled his lips.
It’s Zuifeng Tower again, Zuifeng Tower.
"Shopkeeper Wu, do you think this Taipingju can be like what it used to be like at Zuifenglou?" he asked.
The old shopkeeper twisted his beard.
"Zuifeng Tower is Zuifeng Tower, and Taiping Ju is Taiping Ju. How can we compare it?" He squinted and said, "Go to work quickly. If you don't follow others' example, they won't even bother to comment on your food."
, no matter Zuifenglou or Taipingju, you will be fired."
When Cheng Jiaoniang stepped into the house, Liu Lang had been waiting for a long time.
The furnishings in this hall are simple, with no gold or jade, only plain wood cloth. Just like everyone else's room, a curtain separates the couch and the hall. There is a vertical screen in the middle, a floor mat in front of it, and a table on it.
He writes a thick book.
Record of Prosperity in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Zhou Zuorang leaned over and read it. It was nothing special. It was a popular reading book for the people in the market, not the classics that other women in the boudoir liked to read.
There is an incense burner in the corner of the room, with fine sandalwood burning in it. Together with the patter of rain outside, the interior is quiet and pleasant.
The maids and maids in Cheng Jiaoniang's yard are equipped with the same equipment as other ladies in the family. The maids and maids sit quietly on the porch. No one dares to come to the house. Compared with other sisters' yards, it is much quieter here, just like Cheng Jiao's.
My mother is an average person.
Liu Lang let out a breath and heard the bustle at the door, then saw the woman coming in holding an umbrella.
The girls and servants in the corridor stood up and greeted the umbrella in the hand of the maid.
Cheng Jiaoniang took off her clogs and walked into the room. She didn't seem to see Liu Lang sitting upright.
"My wife needs to wash up. Sixth Young Master, why don't you go sit with the other sisters?" the maid said.
Although there was an umbrella to protect her, Cheng Jiaoniang's hair on her shoulders was still wet from the rain and stuck to her body moistly.
As the maid spoke, she reached out and took off Cheng Jiaoniang's blouse.
It’s really shameless, there are still people here!
Saturday Lang hurriedly looked away with a sullen face and stood up.
"I've thought about it," he said. "Just rest assured. I, Zhou Hui, can save you from those calculations."
The maid looked at him in confusion, and Cheng Jiaoniang also turned her gaze.
However, Zhou Lang stopped talking and stepped away.
"What did he say?" the maid asked in confusion, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang.
"I'm not him, so I don't know." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
The maid giggled.
"Madam, let's go wash up." She smiled.
"What did you say?"
In Mrs. Zhou's room, looking at Liu Lang who was kneeling in front of her, Mrs. Zhou almost spat out the medicine she just drank and looked at him in disbelief.
Saturday Lang looked upright and his body was tense.
"I am sixteen years old now. Aren't my father and mother discussing my marriage?" he said, "I want to get married."
Mrs. Zhou coughed twice again, and the maid next to her suppressed a smile and patted her.
"Madam, the Sixth Young Master is indeed quite young." She laughed softly.
Nowadays, men and women can get married after the 14th or 5th birthday. Those who wait until the 18th or 19th century are too late. Of course, there are also many late marriages because scholars pursue imperial examinations and military generals pursue fame. Without a career, there is no family.
Mrs. Zhou looked at her son. As a woman and a mother, she would not just think that her son wanted to get married.
"Rokuro, whose girl do you like?" she asked suddenly.
Sure enough, when she asked this question, she saw a hint of embarrassment and a hint of shyness on her son's face.
"Me." Zhou Lang hesitated for a moment. Young people originally disdain to talk about matters like mother-in-law, mother and children, but at this time he had to say, "I am getting married to my cousin."
As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Zhou and the maid were stunned for a moment. They felt that they had not heard clearly.
"With whom?" Mrs. Zhou leaned forward and asked again.
"I want to marry Cheng Jiaoniang." Zhou Lang gritted his teeth and said with a glare.
Mrs. Zhou looked shocked and looked at her son in front of her.
"Oh, this is terrible!" She shouted suddenly, covering her heart with her hands and falling backwards, "Fight him out quickly!"
"lady!"
The maid screamed in fright, and the room suddenly became chaotic. (To be continued)
