[Sword Three] In the days when I was forced to become Wanhua

As soon as the sun came out, Su Qian had already gone out with a cane.

The sound of the silver bell was crisp and clear. Only breakfast shops were open on the street at this time, most of them were stalls for one person, and there were no customers, and the boss seemed very leisurely.Su Qian walked over to the stalls one by one with great interest. There are all kinds of tofu buns, wontons, fried dough sticks, sesame cakes, and even more expensive ones, such as various oily dumplings, a piece of dough made of fine glutinous rice flour, steamed thoroughly. Yes, the stuffing inside is mixed with fungus, bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms and minced meat. When you bite down on the dough, the sticky glutinous rice skin can still pull out silk.

Su Qian can distinguish these materials by following the smell, and the smell makes people feel salivary.

Su Qian knew this, he had eaten this when he was not Su Qian, but he didn't know if the taste of this year was exactly the same as it would be thousands of years later.

Su Qian simply went up and asked for two.

Mushrooms, bamboo shoots, diced fungus are all expensive things these days, and the owner of the shop who can make such finer things is also a respectable person. He has two apprentices under him. When Su Qian came, there were no customers in the shop, so he was the first one.As soon as he entered the door, the friendly-looking boss greeted him: "Lang Jun, it's a happy opening! But do you want to have a special five-fresh dumpling?"

"Come two." Su Qian took a seat in the shop. Before she could decide whether to order something else, the boss had already arrived with a small plate and a bowl of porridge, and said neatly, "Thank you, sir, for coming today." For the opening of the shop, your five fresh dumplings and porridge are given to you by the shop, please use them well."

Su Qiansi thanked her politely, bowed her head and started eating without politeness.

Even after thousands of years, businessmen will more or less have some superstitions, and they want everything to be successful. They believe that if the first business is successfully completed every day, the next day will be full of customers. , so most of them are very enthusiastic about the first guest and make many concessions.Su Qian got a good fortune today, and after hearing the auspicious words from the boss, she also felt in a good mood.The two dumplings and a bowl of hot porridge made Su Qian feel much more refreshed.Maybe Su Qian went out too early, and when he finished eating leisurely, the road was still deserted, and there were still no new customers in the shop.

Perhaps because of the lack of time, the boss came to collect the discs in person and started a conversation with Su Qian: "This gentleman, may I ask you, but is he a Mr. Baiyao?"

At that time, the doll was called Mr. Baiyao, a doctor.Su Qian nodded and replied, "Exactly."

After hearing this, the boss made a movement and asked if he could take a seat. After Su Qian nodded in agreement, he reached out to sweep the stool and sat down. He said kindly, "Sir, it's not open yet, right? Why don't you take a look for me?" ?”

"What's wrong with the boss recently?" Su Qian asked. She was quite satisfied with the smooth opening of the business. She took out the pulse pillow from the medicine basket on the side and put it on the table, motioning the boss to put her hand on it. It's very long and white, and it doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner at all. It doesn't have a single callus, and you can tell it's not someone who has done a job. When it is put on the boss's dark wrist, the contrast is a bit shocking.

The boss also felt a little hesitant when he saw these hands, but since he had already sat down, he couldn't stand up again and say that he has no hair on his mouth and can't do things well.The boss said with a smile on his face: "I haven't felt any discomfort recently, but I'm getting older and I just met you. Isn't this just like a wealthy family asking for a safe pulse? Sir, don't you mind?"

"Of course I don't mind." Su Qian took his pulse carefully for a while, but frowned instead. If I'm not mistaken, this boss... is a bit of a high-ranking person, but it's not a big problem, it's exactly as the boss said Said, older, always need to prevent problems before they happen.Su Qian organized her words and asked, "What does the boss usually like to eat?"

"Meat! Braised pork!" The boss was shocked when he heard the words, and said: "Mr. laughed... When I was young, I was used to being poor, and I couldn't eat a bite of meat during the Chinese New Year. Now that I am rich, I like this bite. I can't quit. I think Looking for meat is always a good thing, and it’s okay to eat more... What do you mean, sir?"

Sure enough, it's for business, so it's easy to draw inferences from one instance.Su Qian nodded in satisfaction, and had a good impression of this kind of time-saving and worry-free patient: "That's right. It's not a serious illness... It's too late, and I will ask the boss to use less heavy oil and salt in the diet in the future. That's all right."

"Is there really no hindrance?" The boss asked after thinking about it.

Su Qian shook her head and said: "Wealth is a disease." The implication is that there is nothing left after eating almost.

The boss was not angry at all when he heard such a blunt statement, but it was because of Su Qian's 'rich' face.Quickly stood up and bowed to thank Su Qian, and quickly asked the apprentice to hand over ten copper coins as the consultation fee. "Small meaning, not respect."

With Su Qian's financial resources, if the ten copper coins fell on the ground, he might not necessarily go back and pick them up. Today, the boss handed him the money, but he accepted it without any refusal.

Except for his own food, most of the money Doctor Ling earns is used to prepare some medicinal pills. There are always some people who cannot afford the medicine.And if he doesn't charge the money today, he knows that he is not short of ten dollars, but other Ling doctors may not be short of this ten dollars. You can't ruin the jobs of other Ling doctors.

There was a movement at the door, and the time was almost up, and a new customer came to the door.The boss quickly showed Su Qian an apologetic smile, then said hello and turned to greet other guests.

Su Qian took the money, silently counted out five characters and put them under the bowl as meal money, then took out a pen and paper from the back basket, and with the thought of conscientiousness, she planned to write a book with some fresh ink. The recipe for keeping in good health is left to the boss.When he was considering the prescription, there was a sound of footsteps at the door, and a dozen or so people came in suddenly, and the small shop was packed to the brim.The people who came were all dressed in soap clothes, with steel knives hanging from their waists. They looked like officials in the yamen. The leader was a dark-faced man. After entering the door and sweeping the situation inside, he opened his mouth and said, "Boss, we There are so many brothers, I'm afraid I won't be able to sit down!"

"Yes, yes, I will go and make a seat for you, my little one!" The boss responded, and hurriedly walked to Su Qian's side, bowed to Su Qian with a bitter expression on his face, "Sir, look..."

As soon as Su Qian heard this, she knew that today's prescription could not be finished, so she simply put down her pen and said, "I'm planning to leave, thank you boss for your hospitality." After finishing speaking, Su Qian packed up the things on the table.

According to conscience, Su Qian's hands and feet are not slow, but probably due to the relationship between skin and skin, people are born with the illusion of slowness. The big black-faced guy in the head does not speak, and a short-eyed man under his command The little official couldn't bear it any longer, and as soon as he came over, he swung Su Qian's inkstone to the ground, and scolded: "What are you doing, our uncle is still waiting for dinner, so how can we wait for you so sour?" Scholar, hurry up and get out!"

The Duan inkstone is worthy of being a Duan inkstone, Su Qian thought to herself that it was quite resistant to being dropped, but when it was thrown on the ground, no crumbs splashed out.He still wanted to stay in Panheng in Yangzhou, so as not to conflict with local snakes, he smiled and said, "Let's go." After that, he leaned over to pick up the Duan inkstone, put it in the medicine basket, and went out.

Fortunately, this group of officials came to eat breakfast sincerely. No one saw him as a bully and came up to bully him, so he left Shi Shiran.

It may be because of the relationship of the shop owner, Su Qian was doing well this day, and many people came to him for medical consultation in the streets and alleys, Su Qian seemed to hear the voice of experience bar soaring.

On the second day, Su Qian still woke up very early.

When he passed by the Wuxian dumpling shop again, he smelled the aroma of the stuffing wafting from it, thought about it, couldn't help it, and still wanted to eat it.Anyway, it's not easy to get tangled up after breakfast, Su Qian looked regretfully at the other stalls around, and then walked firmly into the Wuxiantuanzi shop.

The boss greeted him enthusiastically, and when he saw it was Su Qian, he quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Oh, Mr. Xiao, I really neglected you yesterday!"

Su Qian smiled shyly, pretended to be very human and said like a dog: "I left in a hurry yesterday, and I never gave the boss a prescription for health preservation."

"You are laughing at me, what kind of health regimen does a rough person like me use?" The boss smiled, and turned to greet the apprentice: "What are you still doing in a daze! Hurry up and give the sir a freshly baked five fresh dumpling!"

Su Qian sat down and handed the prescription to the boss before breakfast was served. The boss took a look and laughed, "Your prescription is really interesting."

The prescription reads: "Eat less meat for three meals a day, and you can live longer by taking a hundred steps after meals."

Su Qian also said with a smile, "Try it, it will work for sure."

The boss said: "Okay, you can do it if you say so."

At this time the apprentice came with his breakfast, the boss took it first and put it on Su Qian's table: "As usual, good business!"

"Good luck!" Su Qian also replied.

The boss smiled and wanted to say something, but there was another commotion outside, and the boss hurriedly said, "Use it slowly."

Su Qian nodded, lowered her head and took a bite of the dumpling, chewing it satisfactorily, the aroma of the rice in her mouth mixed with the aroma of minced meat from the mountain, it was perfect.

Coincidentally, the new guests are none other than yesterday's group of officials.

The leader was still the dark-faced man, and when he entered the door, he saw Su Qian who was just eating the first dumpling, and said with some displeasure, "I thought it was early enough."

It was the same little slack-eyed official from yesterday who ran up courteously, looked at the porridge and rice on Su Qian's table and the pen, ink and inkstone that hadn't been put back in the basket in the future, rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand and slapped the inkstone. It was swept to the ground, and the person said angrily: "Why are you an ignorant bitch chirping scholar again!"

Drop it, don't feel bad.I still have to live in Yangzhou City, so I don't care about you.

Su Qian thought silently, then ate the second dumpling in her mouth, sighed and said: "I also think that today is early enough, the poor masters take it easy, I will leave now."

After finishing speaking, he leaned over and picked up the unbroken Duan inkstone and stuffed it back into the basket, took the porridge and dumpling to the counter and returned the dishes to the shopkeeper, looked at the bowl of porridge with a little regret—after eating two The glutinous rice dumpling didn't drink the porridge, so it choked a little.

On the third day, Su Qian did not resist.

When I was still holding the first dumpling, a group of officials came cheering.

It was the same short, slack-eyed official who threw the inkstone on the ground with a slap, and said angrily, "Why are you a scruffy scholar again!"