Fox Road Travel Notes

Huaiqing Mansion was just a small place, and of course he knew about Chen's Tai Chi, which would become world-famous in later generations.

Not to mention the "Ma's Halal Beef Noodles" that once filled the streets and alleys.

But when he came to this world, he could be regarded as a person who came from Beijing and traveled thousands of miles, but he had never seen a beef noodles sign.

When he first saw this "Chen's Beef Noodles", the familiar blue and white background and the familiar rich aroma of the noodles made him feel like he was in another world.

The thirty or so big men in black were automatically divided into two groups without any instructions.

One group guarded the carriages and horses, alerting the surroundings, and the other group surrounded Wang Heming and Chen Zican.

Monk Tong walked to the door first, stretched his head into the store and took a look. He saw that the earthen house was clean, but a little low and dark.

Chen Zican was also curious and squeezed over to take a look.

There was a big lump of dough spread out on the wide and thick noodle table.

A muscular man, with his sleeves rolled up, was holding a huge rafter-like tree and crushing it bit by bit.

A hole was drilled into one end of the huge piece of wood, and it was fixed on one end of the table with an iron axis.

On this end, four or five feet of facial expression sprout, as thick as a wine vat, and shiny.

It looks like it weighs at least two to three hundred pounds.

Chen Zican secretly marveled that this thing obviously used the principle of leverage.

In ancient times, there were no dough mixers. Generally, dough was kneaded by hand.

This was the first time he had seen noodles kneaded like this. You can imagine how smooth the noodles are when cooked.

Monk Tong's attention is not here.

He stared intently at the broad back of the strong man, where the muscles were squirming like living creatures under the gray cloth blouse.

Every time he exerted force with his arms, the iron shaft on the other end of the case began to "squeak", as if groaning under load.

The young monk's pupils narrowed slightly and he looked behind the strong man's head.

There, there was a gray cloth wrapped around him, his scalp was shaved, and there was not a single drop of sweat.

As if feeling the needle-like gaze of Monk Tong, he paused with his hands, his ears twitched slightly, but he did not look back.

"Old Liang, add some water to the pot. There are many guests today..."

A woman's voice came from the back room.

The strong man said "Hmm", put down the huge tree, picked up two large wooden buckets, and went to the back room to fill the water.

Monk Tong ducked in and wanted to weigh the wood.

He stretched out his right hand and gave it a gentle lift, but it didn't move at all.

Monk Tong's expression changed, and he put all his strength into his arms. With a groan, he suddenly lifted up the giant tree.

Only then did I realize that it was only two to three hundred pounds!

This "rolling pin" is not only horribly thick, but also horribly heavy, estimated to weigh seven to eight hundred kilograms!

He reached out and touched it, then carefully looked at the patterns on the wood, and then slowly put it down.

At this time, the strong man returned to the interview case, as if he had not seen the young monk's behavior.

With a dull expression, he said calmly: "How many guests are there? The shop has beef noodle soup and braised beef..."

Monk Tong chuckled twice: "There are twenty of us together, each of us has a bowl of noodles and a plate of braised beef."

The strong man nodded, without looking back, and continued to pick up the giant tree and press it on his face.

Chen Zican saw everything Tong Monk did just now.

Seeing that he looked strange, he took him and sat down at the wooden table under the persimmon tree.

He asked in a low voice: "Brother Tong, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this store?"

"Could it be a black shop?"

Hearing this, Monk Tong couldn't help but smile and patted Chen Zican on the shoulder.

"Black shop?"

"Brother Chen, this thoroughfare is full of people coming and going. Who would open a black shop here after eating the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's courage?"

"However, this big man rolling out dough is not an ordinary person..."

Wang Heming was also attracted by his words: "Brother Tong San, what did you find?"

Monk Tong shook his head: "I didn't find anything, but the rolling pillar he used was made of fragrant wood!"

Wang Heming frowned: "Liuzhou tiger-spotted sandalwood?"

Monk Tong nodded slightly and said nothing. His eyes were a little confused and wary.

Chen Zican asked curiously: "What Liuzhou tiger-spotted sandalwood? Is it very precious? Is it very valuable?"

Wang Heming smiled and said, "I can't say it's valuable."

However, this Liuzhou tiger spot sandalwood has one characteristic, that is, the wood is extremely hard and heavy. "

Monk Tong lowered his voice and made a gesture that only gangsters would understand.

"At least, it's this heavy!"

Looking at Chen Zican who was confused, he explained: "No less than seven or eight hundred kilograms..."

"what?"

Chen Zican was surprised. The rolling pin weighed seven to eight hundred kilograms!

Listen, it seems to be about the same as Sun Wukong's 18,000-pound ear pick.

Because the number exceeds a certain limit, there is no difference in the perception!

How could an ordinary noodle shop employ such a waiter?

How could an ordinary store clerk use such a guy?

He glanced at Wang Heming, who was also looking at him, and they both nodded at the same time.

Needless to say, this store must be unusual!

Just as he was thinking about it, a woman with a green kerchief and a floral-breasted jacket walked backwards, opened the door curtain, and brought out a wooden tray.

He first brought a bowl of noodle soup to everyone and said, "Dear guests, please drink a bowl of noodle soup first to quench your thirst and let it cool down. The noodles will be ready soon."

Monk Tong heard that this was the man who asked the strong man to add water just now, and couldn't help but take a glance.

Although she was dressed simply, she had bright eyebrows and a few pockmarks on the tip of her nose, making her quite pretty.

But his lips are very thin, he speaks quickly, and his tone is slightly aggressive.

Monk Tong knocked on the table: "Sister-in-law, do you have any wine in the store?"

The woman smiled sweetly and said, "Yes, yes, we have real Shandong glutinous rice dumplings in our store."

"Master, can I give you a jar to taste?"

Monk Tong glanced at everyone, and Wang Heming said softly: "Third brother, we have to go on a journey soon, don't get drunk."

What he meant was that there was something fishy about this store, so it was better to be cautious and not drink.

Monk Tong nodded and said with a smile: "Then let's have an altar first!"

People who run shady shops in the world mostly make fuss about drinks, but he wanted to see what was wrong with this small noodle shop.

Not long after the woman entered, she came out carrying a wine jar.

He smiled and said: "Master, our wine weighs three kilograms per jar, and everyone who has tasted it is full of praise."

"Look, are all these tables going to have an altar?"

"It's a hot day and it's hard on the road. Why don't we all drink a few bowls to relieve our fatigue?"

Monk Tong chuckled: "Sister-in-law, don't worry."

"Let me, old boy, taste it first. If it's really good wine, it won't be too late to serve it later."

After saying that, he reached out to take the wine jar, and with a flick of his fingers, the mud seal fell off.

The woman's expression changed and she said, "Then, I'll get you some bowls!"

The young monk picked up the noodle soup and drank it all in one gulp.

Putting down the bowl, he wiped his mouth and said, "No need."

He put his nose close to the mouth of the jar, smelled it carefully, and frowned.

He slowly poured half of the bowl, brought it to his lips and took a sip, with a strange expression on his face, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Chen Zican and Wang Heming both looked at him, and Monk Tong let out a sigh of relief.

He reached out and took Wang Heming's and Chen Zican's noodle soup bowls, and each poured a bowl.

He smiled and said to the woman: "Sister-in-law, Shandong Yaoliangshao is a famous liquor. I think yours is even better!"

"It's also called Yao Liang Burning, which is aggrieved. It's better to call it Yao Liang Pouring."

No one understood what he meant. When the woman heard that her wine was good, her branches trembled with laughter.

"Master, you are an expert at first glance. How about giving your guys a few jars to try?"

Monk Tong waved his hand: "Okay, one jar for each table first!"

Just as Wang Heming was about to speak, Monk Tong chuckled and said, "Mr. Wang, Brother Chen, come on, come on, you guys can have a try too."

"Don't worry, this wine is not intoxicating..."