Ding Tian's Ancient Life

After Wang Zuo listened, he continued to drink porridge: "You can do whatever you want. During the Dragon Boat Festival in my station, I need a hundred big gourds.

There are one hundred medium gourds and two hundred small gourds. Remember to thread them for easy hanging. The big ones will be worth five cents, the medium ones will be worth three cents, and the small ones will be worth one penny.

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The colored paper for stacking paper gourds is different from writing paper. It is thinner and more brittle than writing paper. However, it is not necessary to use very good paper for stacking paper gourds... as long as the color is bright.

Generally, such paper is called multicolored paper, which comes in red, green, yellow, pink and blue.

The more expensive ones are those with sprinkles of gold or patterns on them, but those are the high-quality colorful papers that only rich people can afford. Ding Tian's kind is the most common colorful paper.

"My colorful papers are ordinary..." Ding Tian stammered.

"It's okay, just use ordinary ones." Wang Zuo glanced at Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui immediately said: "Yes, you can use ordinary ones. The prince is on the cusp of the storm now. How many people are staring at the prince, so it can't be extravagant. Otherwise, the impeachment papers of the censor will be full of the imperial case again."

"Really?" Ding Tian was amused: "This hasn't even started yet, and there are already buyers, not bad."

He was dubious, but since Wang Zuo wanted to be the first buyer, it would save him trouble.

After breakfast, Ding Tian was going to go shopping. The Dragon Boat Festival was coming soon, and he also needed to buy some things for the festival.

There is also the purchase of some ordinary multicolored paper and multicolored thread.

Common people use cotton thread, and only rich people use silk thread.

Ding Tian bought five packs of multicolored paper and five bundles of multicolored thread at the grocery store.

Wang Zuo sent people back to Ding Tian's home, and the others followed Ding Tian to see the shop. The outside of the shop did not need to be renovated, that is, the house inside needed to be cleaned up.

Now there are already several workers working there, removing all the old and rotten things, and then repairing the frame, walls, and roof with new tiles...

The progress was good, the workers were very diligent, Old Zheng Shu was there, Wang Zuo didn't go in, so he took someone to look at the door, Ding Tian went in and took a look, and the job was over.

Then continue to go shopping with Wang Zuo... With an entourage of no less than three to fifty people, wherever he goes, he will attract attention.

Probably because Wang Zuo was used to this way of shopping, and he didn't think it was "wrong" at all.

In fact, Wang Zuo didn't just go shopping blindly. What he looked at was basically the price of grain in the grain store, the price of cloth in the cloth shop, and the price of salt in the grocery store.

In addition to these three things, occasionally take a look at the prosperity of the street.

Of course, Ding Tian didn't quite understand them, so they wandered around until noon, and they found a hotel for dinner.

Miraculously, the place Wang Zuo chose to eat was the Liansheng Restaurant, which was quite familiar to Ding Tian.

He sat there, looking around, a little confused in his eyes.

With a wave of his hand, Wang Zuo asked someone to open the door and window, and asked him, "Does it look familiar?"

Ding Tian looked out: "Huh? That noodle shop!"

He ate a few days ago in that noodle shop, and he still remembered the salted duck eggs as a gift, the yolk was oily.

"En." Wang Zuo glanced at Wang Fugui, and Wang Fugui hurried down to order.

This is a well-known restaurant, but because it is so big, the food it sells is naturally a little more expensive. Except for every exam, it is almost never full... because the place is big, and the consumption level does not increase, there will always be a place.

So as soon as they come, they can enter a large private room, which is naturally tidy and clean, which is more in line with the hygiene habits of wealthy families, and the waiter in the shop is also dressed cleanly, with a white towel on his shoulder, looking clean and tidy. OK.

There are floor-to-ceiling flower pots in two corners of the room, in which are planted lilac trees that are common in Northeast China, but they are a bit small

However, the whole room is clean and elegantly furnished. This is one of the largest restaurants in Beifeng Mansion.

Today, the shopkeeper of Liansheng Restaurant is kneeling at the door, followed by six waiters, who are also kneeling at the door waiting to be served.

Wang Fugui ordered with his nostrils upturned: "Four cold, four hot, eight dishes, serve a pot of apricot blossom spring wine, the staple food is white rice, dare to have a little flaw, it's wrong, watch your head!"

"Yes, yes!" The shopkeeper kowtowed to the door: "It is a blessing for His Royal Highness King Ning to come to the small shop. The chef of the small shop is good at the crystal elbow, pine flower tripe, cold beef tendon and shallot mixed with tofu, and four cold dishes. , do you think it will work?"

"Okay!" Wang Fugui nodded indifferently.

"How about serving stewed hazel mushrooms with young roosters, crucian carp with sauce, roast lamb and orange peel rabbit meat for hot dishes?" the shopkeeper asked cautiously.

"Change the crucian carp in sauce." The prince doesn't eat sauce, if these people cook with miso, the prince must make it into miso, isn't it that anyone can be like Ding Tian?

"Then... change it to eight-treasure duck?" The nobleman is not easy to serve.

"Yes." Wang Fugui nodded.

"How about presenting the lord and his old man with a mountain delicacy soup?" The shopkeeper said emphatically: "This delicacy soup is filled with good things from the mountains, and there are finger-thick ginseng in it, Hericium erinaceus , and so on is only a little more."

"En." Wang Fugui still had the same expression and look, and even the answer was terribly concise.

The shopkeeper has been thinking in his heart, what is this favorite food?

Naturally, what he reported was the chef's good cooking, but he said that, except for removing a braised crucian carp in sauce, the other side didn't veto it. Is this a favorite or just casual?

"My lord, what else would you like to eat? Do you think it would be okay to serve black tea with four kinds of candied fruit?" The shopkeeper continued to test.

"can."

If you want to nod at everything, it's really meaningless.

"Then is there anything the prince doesn't like to eat?"

This question is somewhat obvious.

Wang Fugui sneered: "Who said our prince ate it?"

"Isn't the prince eating it?" The shopkeeper's eyes widened.

"My lord is tired from walking, so I'll come to you to rest, my friend is hungry, eat something from your place, pick out the clean ones, and hurry up, I'll let someone go to the kitchen with you to look at the things you make outside Some are not clean."

"Yes, yes, that is, that is..." The shopkeeper kowtowed depressedly, and took the waiters and eight guards to go

kitchen.

Although the chef in the kitchen was unhappy, he didn't dare to drive the guards away.

As for these guards, it is probably true because the dishes are not for the prince, and each of them may be hungry. After making them, you eat two bites and I eat a little. The euphemistic name is: taste the taste, test the poison .

After the shopkeeper left, Wang Fugui entered the room: "The shopkeeper is a quick-minded person."

If it is not flexible, it will not be tested many times.

Although he may be a successful shopkeeper in business, for a person like Wang Fugui who grew up in the palace, this is not enough.

Ding Tian was still lying on the window looking at the noodle shop outside, thinking in his heart, why did he choose this place?

Ding Tian also saw the shopkeeper knelt and kowtowed at the door, this is how it is in this era, not to mention the shopkeeper of a Liansheng restaurant in this area, even Du Zhifu was a kowtow when he saw Wang Zuo.

"Let him go, this is Zhang's shop, right?" Wang Zuo didn't drink the tea here, Wang Fugui brought tea with him when he went out, and a very small tea stove, put it beside him to boil tea for Wang Zuo and Ding Tian drink.

"Yes, the dowry of the old lady of the Zhang family." Wang Fugui whispered, "The reputation was created by the young master of the Zhang family. He is the little Sanyuan."

"It's worth the hype." Wang Zuo pointed to the snacks he brought: "Eat."

"Oh...." Ding Tian ate two snacks: "What kind of snack is this?"

One sweet, one salty, quite delicious.

"One is beef tongue cake, and the other is crystal osmanthus cake. Your dim sum shop needs some high-end items." Wang Zuo felt that these two were delicious, so he took them out for Ding Tian's reference.

There are only a few kinds of dim sum here in the Northeast, and the method of Lu Guoer is simple, but the same, there is nothing special, and they are sold everywhere.

"You're right, but this kind of thing, let's not talk about whether people eat it or not. It must be very troublesome to make, and the price will naturally go up, so it's not suitable." Ding Tian shook his head: "I've already decided what to do. "

"What kind of snack?"

"For dessert, make pea yellow, and for salty ones, make scallion biscuits." These two Ding Tian can also make it, but they don't do it so well: "Add some soda crackers."

The main reason is that these two methods are simple and follow the civilian route. However, biscuits, this thing has not yet appeared, and in Chinese dim sum

Without biscuits, what Ding Tian made was just a novelty.

It's good to focus on these three.

The method is simple, and the oven is not considered, but there is an oven.

In the future, I can also sell some scallion pancakes or something....

"What's that?" Cookies?I have never heard of it, but Wang Zuo disagreed: "Can the biscuits still be eaten when they are dry?"

Ding Tian was speechless: "It's biscuits, not the dried ones... Forget it, you'll know when the time comes."

"And the new food you promised to cook for me..." Wang Zuo quietly reminded Ding Tian not to forget his portion.

"You will know when you do it." Ding Tian didn't feel that his words were a bit ambiguous, but picked up his chopsticks and prepared to eat.

The back kitchen cooks very quickly, probably because some ingredients have been prepared a long time ago, and only need to be put into the pot. There are also some foods that need to be stewed, and several large stoves are fired together.

Cold dishes are served first, followed by hot dishes, and soup is served last. The staple food is white rice.

The last time Wang Fugui went out to give the shopkeeper two taels of silver, he asked them all to go down: "There is no waiter here to serve you, all go down, go down!"

"Yes, yes!" The shopkeeper wiped his sweat and walked backwards.

Ding Tian was already hungry, picked up his chopsticks and started eating, Wang Zuo was also eating, it was impossible for him not to eat, Wang Fugui was just fooling outsiders by saying that.

Moreover, several pairs of chopsticks were brought in, all of which were the same, and Wang Zuo just picked a pair at random.

He eats very little outside food, but he is very particular about his manners, unlike Ding Tian, ​​who eats like a rattle.

But while eating, Ding Tian asked him, "Why did you choose this restaurant?"

"I heard people say that someone is asking about you? I even came to this restaurant to see what you look like..." Wang Zuo said indifferently: "I'll come over to see, who has the guts to plot against you?"

"Why are you...uh...." Ding Tian almost choked on his saliva: "I'm fine too...Old Uncle Zheng let Zheng Dang accompany me, and Ma Xiaofeng at home..."

"It's okay, let's eat your meal." Wang Zuo had already put down his chopsticks, drinking tea cup by cup, watching Ding Tian eat, he always felt that Ding Tian's food seemed delicious.

With so many dishes, it is impossible for Ding Tian to finish them all: "Can you pack it up and take it home?"

Wang Zuo's face twitched: "What did you say?"

"I can't eat so much by myself, can I pack it? What a pity to throw it away?" Ding Tian, ​​who is used to being a petty citizen, used to treat guests to dinner, and there was nothing left. They all ate cleanly. When they came out to eat, only the two of them were eating, Wang Fugui didn't eat, eight dishes, one soup, and a big pot of steamed white rice.

I've seen hell if I can finish it.

But Wang Zuo has never packed leftovers!

Wang Fugui also didn't know what to do... because he grew up with the prince, and he never packed leftovers.

So, regarding the packing issue, they looked at each other in blank dismay...