I sell hot pot in Dasong [farming]

After Tang Xuan sat down for a cup of tea in the Imperial City Department, he found out the ins and outs of the matter.

In the past few days, he has been accompanying the officials in the palace to make three rounds, so he didn't know that Sinan was wronged.

The corners of Tang Xuan's lips were slightly pursed. If he didn't look at it for a day, he was bullied on his head.

Mu Qing clicked his tongue: "That bitch of a hammer, don't you want to live anymore?"

Lin Zhen nodded.

Isn't it just that he doesn't want to live? If he offends the boss, living is an adventure with a hammer for him.

Now there are two leaders in Wuyou Cave, one is Huagui and the other is Bai Ye. Both of them are adopted sons of the old cave master. To put it bluntly, let them restrain each other.

Both wanted to devour the other, but neither had succeeded over the years.

It is said that Bai Ye is very moral, and most of the things in his hands are visible, and many people admire him.

He also protected the boys like Huaishu, otherwise they wouldn't be eating steamed stuffed buns at Sinan's place in peace.

The flower ghosts are cruel and black, they love to rob women and young children, women are forced to do secret business, male dolls are divided into three classes, the smart ones steal, the obedient ones beg for it, and the incompetent and obedient ones are They cut off their limbs and threw them on the street to be sold miserably.

The hammer is the subordinate of Hua Gui.

He chopped off the cub's hand. At that time, the little guy was less than two years old. He didn't know where they abducted him and ruined him utterly.

To deal with this kind of person, Tang Xuan will not be soft in the slightest.

A thief has his way, and a soldier has his way.

The hammer threatened the Goulan tile shop along the street, so that they would not dare to buy Sinan's small hot pot, Tang Xuan had his own way to make him swallow his words one by one.

It doesn't need to be too troublesome, just send the subordinates of the Imperial City Department out to check the prostitutes run by the flower ghost, and keep him unable to do business.

Tang Xuan took over the Imperial City Division for more than three years, and has always kept a low profile. This is the first time he has mobilized a large number of people.

All the subordinates were very excited, and before going out, they repeatedly promised to investigate thoroughly, not to let a mouse hair go unnoticed.

Tang Xuan took a sip of tea and said lightly: "Very good."

The subordinates were shocked. After following him for more than three years, it was the first time they heard him add the word "very" in front of "good". How important is this?

Everyone cheered up and went out with high spirits.

Mu Qing rubbed his nose, "Boss, are we using power for personal gain?"

Tang Xuandao: "It's not 'We'."

Mu Qing: "Huh?"

Lin Zhen kindly acted as an interpreter: "What does the boss's 'privacy' have to do with you?"

Mu Qing: ...All right.

He and the boss are not a "selfish person", but the boss and Mr. Si Xiaolang are a "selfish person".

Tang Xuan ignored him, took out his longbow, and waxed slowly.

Before finishing the fight, the person sent out came back.

The leading relative took a sip of herbal tea and said angrily: "I don't know if I don't check, but I'm shocked if I check. The grandson of Huagui really doesn't do good things, and the Ximenlouzi alone has closed more than a dozen people." A little girl, all abducted from a good family, his grandma!"

"How are people?" Tang Xuan asked.

"Send them to Kaifeng Mansion. Master Bao takes them very seriously. He will send someone to send them back to their original place. He also said that this black chain will be strictly investigated—Boss, please send me a message. Brothers are free to check him every day. Tell him he has no business to do, and see if he still makes a living with this outrageous business!"

"Thank you." Tang Xuan poured him a cup of tea with his own hands.

The pro-cong official shook his hand and almost couldn't help it.

Did the boss pour tea for him?

This, this is too scary...

This is not finished.

Tang Xuan took out another heavy money bag, "Take it, treat the brothers to dinner."

The official was terrified, "No need, no need, how can I make you spend money..."

"There is a small hot pot of the Si family by the state bridge. It is very famous. You can try it." Tang Xuan's tone should be as natural as it sounds, without any selfishness at all.

The pro-congregation nodded in confusion.

Is Sijia Small Hot Pot famous?

Why haven't you heard of it?

State Bridge.

For five or six days in a row, the business was getting worse day by day, and the locust tree was so anxious that a ring of blisters grew on its mouth.

Sinan was fine. Although he was anxious, he didn't have a sad face all day long. Instead, he kept an optimistic attitude and actively thought of a solution.

Not to mention, it really made him think of one.

There is a tin box under his bed, and inside it are all the lyrics and music written by the original author, which is thick and thick, at least a few hundred.

Yuanshen felt that the writing was useless, but Si Nan looked very good. Although his level was not as good as that of Ouyang Xiu and Su Dongpo, it was enough to spread it in a theater.

He randomly picked out one, copied it with fragrant flower paper, found a pink and tender envelope, and put peach petals from the wall of the neighbor's house into it.

Taking advantage of the fact that the stall was not busy, Si Nan put all his heart into cooking a red date health pot.

Fatty mutton and duck are not put in, only some green spinach leaves, tender bamboo shoots, round glutinous rice balls, fragrant and soft taro, and white fungus stewed in rock sugar for beauty and beauty , wrapped it in a smooth silk cloth, and sent Erdou to Man Tingfang together with the fragrant letter.

Er Dou is one of the little beggars, two years younger than Huai Shu, not tall, but rather simple and honest, he runs errands when Huai Shu is away.

"Call my sister first, be sweeter. Come back after delivery, don't cause trouble. Don't be afraid of trouble, in case someone makes trouble along the way, don't suffer immediate losses, just make a note of the person and tell me when you come back." Si Nan warned carefully.

Erdou was not as clever as Sophora, he was stubborn, and he answered what Sinan said honestly. He didn't pick up the food basket carefully until he finished speaking, and trotted all the way north.

Brother Baozi smiled and said: "You, just worrying about it, don't look at these bastards who are not big, maybe they are more familiar with the ways of Bianjing than you and me."

Si Nan smiled and said, "My children are always worried."

Brother Baozi's eyes were strange, "Could it be that you really put them..."

Si Nan smiled, and lightly tugged the round knob on the cub's head.It was combed by him just now, and he accidentally combed it crookedly.Even if it is crooked, the little guy is reluctant to dismantle and recomb.

"I was a teacher for a day and a father for life. They called me 'Brother Master', but they treated me like a family member. They picked up a few good boys for nothing, and woke up laughing in the middle of the night."

Brother Baozi nodded again and again, "That's the reason."

It is said that good people are rewarded with good rewards, and a kind-hearted brother like the Si family will be treated favorably by God.

Isn't it God's kindness?

I was worried that there were no guests, so I saw a few official servants in heavy clothes and soap boots groping around in the street, apparently looking for food.

It is rare to see this kind of people on the side of the state bridge, because they usually come and go to the main restaurant, and they never stay on the street. If they come here occasionally, it is likely that someone has committed a crime.

The entire long street, from gangsters to vendors, all shrank their necks, trembling, for fear of getting hurt.

Si Nan asked in a low voice: "Who is this person? He doesn't wear a military uniform, and he doesn't look like someone from Kaifeng Mansion."

Brother Baozi leaned over and replied almost in a breathy voice: "The Imperial City Secretary! Look at their black forged brocade clothes with dark patterns, they are more decent than ordinary official uniforms."

Simon suddenly realized, no wonder!

The Imperial City Division of the Great Song Dynasty is equivalent to the Jinyi Guards of the Ming Dynasty, with one palm for the palace guards and one palm for spying and supervision.To put it bluntly, it is to protect Longjia, supervise all officials, and directly obey the emperor's orders.Once the Imperial City Secretary is dispatched, it is often a major event of ransacking the family and exterminating the family.

The most interesting thing is that the personal servants of the Imperial City Division still have requirements for height and appearance. They must be handsome. Broad shoulders, narrow hips and long legs are the most basic. The height must be limited to about five feet nine inches and two cents, equivalent to modern The standard for women is 185-190cm, which was almost outstanding in ancient times when the per capita height was less than 1.7 meters.

Now, more than [-] high-spirited personal servants appeared in Zhouqiao, and the whole street suddenly became quiet. Even the clever Ah Huang rolled into a ball with his tail between his legs.

If it was anything else, Sinan might be a little more afraid, but if he was replaced by the Imperial City Secretary, he would not be afraid immediately.

Who is the second in command of the Imperial City Division?

It's his "boyfriend"!

"Dong dong dong—" Si Nan beat the small drum three times, and greeted enthusiastically with a smile on his face, "Have the officials eaten? Si's small hot pot, you can choose whatever you want!"

The headed official took a look and was relieved immediately, as if he had completed some big errand, he strode forward, "Your stall is too hidden, I thought it must be a two-story building. "

Si Nan laughed and said, "Tell me, is God a bit stingy? Why can't you give me a two-story building? The three-story building is not too high!"

The official smiled, "You are interesting, kid."

"Eat more if it's interesting." Sinan put on a small casserole with a smile, "Five flavors, which one do you want?"

"We have so many brothers, let's cook them all!"

"Okay! A few later, it will be done soon."

Si Nan poured out five portions of fragrant pot bottoms, and then grabbed more than twenty side dishes, including six meat and eight vegetarian dishes, both fat and thin, and added a few round meatballs, plus a small pile of The hand-rolled multigrain noodles don't stop until the top of the bowl is added.

"Look at how tall you are, I've given you more food, so you're full!"

The relatives originally thought this place was shabby and dissatisfied, but now seeing Sinan's generous temper and pleasant speech, they all laughed, "Brothers have a big appetite, you can add meat and vegetables, how much should you eat?" How much money is, and you are indispensable."

"Middle!" When excited, Henan dialect came out.

Everyone laughed again.

While talking, the water boiled, the soup base was bubbling and bubbling, and all kinds of meat and vegetables were put into the pot, and the strong smell seemed to have small wings, and it burrowed straight into the nose.

The servants swallowed their saliva, their eyes widened.

How many years have I not stretched my neck for a bite like this!

I can't help but think of when I was a child, when we harvested new wheat every year, the old grandmother stewed noodles in a big pot, and my brothers and sisters gathered around the stove, eager to stick their necks into it.

Because of this feeling, eating a small hot pot seems to have an unusual taste.

The brothers have long forgotten what is decent and what is not, they are eating and discussing like a group of children——

"Hey, I have a quail egg here."

"Not only you have it, but I have it too."

"Zamian is strong."

"really."

"Huh? Why is my pot sweet?"

"Why else? Who made you look like a white girl."

"Get out! Can I be more in vain than hot pot boy?"

Simon: ...

Just bicker, don't hurt the innocent, okay?

"The sweet one is the jujube health pot. It is cooked with peeled and shelled jujube mixed with wolfberry and white fungus. If the official is not used to eating it, he can give a few servings to the women in the family."—Anyway, you can't let it go for nothing. Said, I have to earn your money!

"Cheng Chengcheng, take two copies and give it to my mother when I go home."

"Then this is not your money, and I will give you hot pot spicy food?"

"readily!"

"I'll add this too."

"And I!"

"You can cook it hard, it's so delicious, one serving is not enough."

Sinan is happy, let's cook it!

The little ones were also very happy, chopping firewood and fueling the fire, trying their best to help.

The cub was holding a cattail fan between his legs, fanning the wind whistlingly, with a big smile on his small face.

The relatives looked at it with their eyes, wondering secretly.

After thinking about it for a while, I guessed the reason.

No wonder the boss asked them to come here for dinner, presumably because he saw that the little brother of the Si family was kind-hearted, so he wanted to help!

After eating and drinking enough, the leading servant wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and threw down a broken piece of silver.

Needless to say, it must be more than they eat.

Si Nan smiled, "Wait a minute, I'll give you some change."

"No need." The other party's eyes turned around the children, and he said heartily, "I'll talk about it next time, the brothers will definitely come over. By then, I hope you already have a two-story building."

Si Nan cupped his hands, "I would like to borrow your good words."

Everyone clasped their fists and strode away.

As if with a buzzing sound, the switch was turned on, and the Zhouqiao resumed its usual noise.

Brother Baozi gave Sinan a thumbs up in admiration, "You're really good! Those people scared me so much that I didn't dare to say anything at this stop. They really are... more imposing than that 'hammer' and 'hammer'."

Si Nan patted Xiao Zai's head, and put the piece of broken silver into the flask, "Serious officials, only those who protect the common people, how can they be compared with those devoid of conscience?"

Brother Baozi was stunned, and nodded quickly, "Indeed, indeed...Speaking of which, I heard that the internal work style of the Imperial City Department is different. I think today's group of people should be under the control of King Yan."

Simon became interested, "How do you say that?"

Brother Baozi lowered his voice: "I heard from my fellow villagers that there are two commanders in the Imperial City Division. One is from the old Zhao's family, and the soldiers under him are also arrogant and domineering. The other is King Yan, who is low-key. The rules are big, and this wave of people will never easily harass the people when they come out to do business."

Si Nan raised his eyebrows, as expected of his "boyfriend".

He is proud!