Great Imperial Merchant

Early the next morning, Cheng Weizhe led Yang Zhongyuan to the morning market in Lanhe Lane.It is not far from Xueta Lane, and it takes about two minutes to walk there. Because I came early, there were not many people in the market, and the long street seemed empty.

Cheng Weizhe obviously hasn't woken up so early for a long time, and asked while yawning: "What do you want to buy? I know the ones that Master Zhang often buys. If you can't do it by yourself in the future, I will ask Master Zhang to bring it to you." It is also done."

Different from Cheng Weizhe, Yang Zhongyuan seemed to be in high spirits, and he couldn't tell that he slept very late last night. He walked to the outside of Cheng Weizhe with a little worry, fearing that he might be bumped into by others: "Vegetables are the next best thing." , I mainly have to buy live chickens and accessories, and now I am the only one in the shop, so I can only try this first.”

"As for chickens and ducks, I know there is a very good one. Let's go there." Cheng Weizhe thought for a moment, and finally woke up under the cool breeze in the morning, and took Yang Zhongyuan straight to the last row of the morning market.

For stewed chicken soup, it is best to choose a year-old local chicken. Stew it with yam and wolfberry for an hour, and it will be fragrant when it comes out of the pot.In this small shop, what he wants to focus on is the signature silver noodles in chicken soup. The freshest chicken soup must be the best.

At the end of the market are stalls selling live poultry and fish. There are many people here, but not everyone can afford meat, so there are only two chicken and duck sellers, one in Dadongtou and the other in Daxitou. No one is in the way.

Cheng Weizhe took Yang Zhongyuan to the house on the west side. Yang Zhongyuan saw four or five native chickens weighing three to four catties in the cage of his house from a long distance away, and there were two big snow-white geese beside them, which were croaking happily at the moment.

The stall owner saw Cheng Weizhe walking towards him at a glance, and hurriedly raised his voice to say hello: "Oh, Boss Xiao Cheng, are you here to buy vegetables yourself?"

Cheng Weizhe smiled, took two quick steps and waved at him: "No, no, I came with my brother, and he also wants to do business in our alley. Your live chickens are the best, so I brought him to your house to have a look. "

The stall owner said with a smile: "Boss Xiao Cheng can talk. He is indeed a teacher. Little brother, I have all the local chickens you want, and all of them are heavy enough."

Yang Zhongyuan's eyes flickered, and he told him that Cheng Weizhe was distracted by being a teacher, but he didn't ask, he just said: "Boss, Brother Cheng introduced you, and I'm sure yours is the best. I will trouble you a lot in the future, My small noodle shop is just for living, I need one or two live chickens a day, you pick out one-year-old chickens, and they will open in three days, and I come here at [-]:[-] every day, so I have to trouble you to kill them.”

Hearing that he wanted one or two every day, the stall owner's eyes immediately lit up, and he hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, we will kill them here, don't worry, little brother, the blood of the chicken will be reserved for you, and the internal organs will also be killed." Nothing is missing, you are satisfied."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Cheng Weizhe again, and said, "Little brother, you are the younger brother of Boss Xiaocheng, and I will give you a cheap price, eighteen cents a catty, and I promise to give you enough money, you can Go ask, what kind of word of mouth is my family in the market this morning, and you will definitely not be short of anything."

Yang Zhongyuan nodded hurriedly, pulled Cheng Weizhe and said: "That's for sure. If Brother Cheng said hello, then your home must be good, or he wouldn't be able to introduce me, right? Okay, let's set a price of [-] cents a catty , then I’ll come back in three days.”

Cheng Weizhe also added a sentence: "It must be, I also want to thank the boss for the benefits! In the future, relatives and friends will open a shop again, and I will introduce you to this place."

The stall owner works in this North Market every day, and he can talk very well. Seeing the two of them so agile, he thought for a while and couldn't help saying: "Little brother, look at this, I have to go to the two places in Xueta Lane every day at the beginning of the day. Delivery to a restaurant, if you trust me, I will tell you to kill it and send one or two. It is guaranteed to be slaughtered on the same day, saving you from running back and forth, but don’t tell people about the price, if you sell them all If I give this price to others, I will lose money."

In this way, Yang Zhongyuan was a little uncertain. He turned his head and glanced at Cheng Weizhe, and seeing him blinking at him, he said in relief: "Okay, that's really convenient, thank you boss."

Because of Cheng Weizhe's leadership, Yang Zhongyuan's journey went smoothly. After ordering the most important live chicken, he went to the stall where Cheng Weizhe often bought vegetables, and ordered [-] catties of green vegetables a day, as long as the freshest ones of the day were cabbage and rapeseed. Lettuce, no matter which one is good.As for the iron stick yam and onion, ginger and garlic, he directly bought [-] catties each. They are not afraid of putting them away, so they can be bought directly and kept for storage.

It would be easier to say the remaining seasonings. Anyway, with Cheng Weizhe, Yang Zhongyuan said that he bought enough quantities of everything, which is enough for the shop for a long time.

After this circle, Yang Zhongyuan couldn't help but bought a lot of vegetables in his hand, and planned to use the stove in the backyard at night to cook a delicious meal for his father and Cheng Weizhe who had helped him a lot.

When they returned to Xueta Lane from the vegetable market, the mason that Uncle Chen had hired for him also arrived. Yang Zhongyuan hurriedly asked him to build a stove in front, while he went to the backyard to help his father make breakfast decoction.

The ordered rice noodles have been delivered and placed neatly in the empty main room. It is simply cool in this room, which is convenient for Yang Zhongyuan to store ingredients.

That night, Yang Zhongyuan used the simplest ingredients to cook a delicious meal that whetted the appetites of Cheng Weizhe and Zhou Quanxu. The simple two-half bamboo shoots were refreshing and delicious, and the new season lotus root marinated with honey was a rare find in summer. gourmet food.Yang Zhongyuan used well water to chill these two side dishes before serving them, and the taste was naturally excellent.

Each person has a bowl of diced eggplant ramen, cut into small pieces of long eggplant and fat and thin diced meat, accompanied by the soup, which is fully spread on Yang Zhongyuan's hand-made ramen. The noodles are made of eggs and well water Yang Zhongyuan's hands were very strong, and he kneaded for a full two moments before he began to shape the noodles on the noodle table.

He has learned this skill specially. When stretching the noodles, it seems like clouds and flowing water. The yellowish noodles dance lightly on the flying white surface, throwing out a gorgeous arc. Because he eats eggplant noodles, Yang Zhongyuan did not stretch the noodles to the best degree. The thin silver noodles are even more powerful, accompanied by the meaty diced eggplant marinade, Cheng Weizhe ate two bowls in a row.

Because he was busy ordering the rest of the ingredients and the store in the afternoon, he was in a hurry, but he was very skilled. He conquered the other two people with only a bowl of noodles and two small dishes in a short period of time, which was considered his skill.

If there was not only one stove, Yang Zhongyuan would be able to copy two more hot dishes. During the meal, he kept sighing: "There are too few stoves at home, which limits my ability to play. When the mud bricks in front are dry, I will make better ones for you. "

This is the first time for Zhou Quanxu to eat food made by his son himself. You must know that Yang Zhongyuan didn't even have to wash his clothes when he was a child, let alone do the messy cooking stove work. But his son's craftsmanship is really top-notch. He couldn't help but feel sad while eating. stand up.

If it wasn't really difficult to survive, how could a kid from a former rich family learn so well, the sadder he felt, the more unpleasant it would be to eat the fragrant eggplant noodles that night.But in front of Cheng Weizhe, he couldn't show the slightest bit.

He knew that no matter how self-reliant and self-reliant his son was now, he could do any dirty work, but he didn't want Cheng Weizhe to know that he had been a slave in the palace.Although he didn't blame him for this matter, it was really hard to say that he was treated like this by his biological father.

And Yang Zhongyuan really didn't want to tell Cheng Weizhe the truth.The place of Yong'an Palace is not something you can get out of alive with hard work.Because the gap is too big, the former wealth and glory are fleeting. He used to humbly make a smile to the high-ranking palace officials, washed clothes and fetched water for the stewards, and he couldn’t say it hurts when he made a mistake and was beaten. All work done.

He himself was not ashamed of his behavior at that time, but for some reason, he just didn't want Cheng Weizhe to know the slightest bit.

After all, it was very different from him when he was young.

He knew that he was different now than before, but he still wanted Cheng Weizhe to remember those years that he was most happy to live.

The beautiful childhood that he lost and never found again.

The bricklayer introduced by Uncle Chen was very skilled. Taking advantage of the hot summer weather, the stove in front of it was completely dry after two days of work. Bowls and side dishes, he bought the mushrooms and goji berries with excellent appearance, sorted the seasonings into bamboo pots and placed them on the counter, and a brand new noodle shop came into view.

He put the small iron stove in the backyard next to the stove, added another round pot, and then set up a stool. He swayed alone and pasted the signboard written by Cheng Weizhe on the front door of the shop.

After the signboard was posted, he got off the stool and looked up at the domineering face by himself.

Cheng Weizhe's handwriting is majestic, especially Kuangcao. As he gets older, his handwriting is a thousand times stronger than when he was young.His father was a scholar, and in Yang Zhongyuan's heart, he would gain fame sooner or later, and then become a young and promising courtier.

But now, he guards a tea shop that doesn't seem to be very profitable, and spends his days leisurely every day.

Thinking of him, Yang Zhongyuan realized that Cheng Weizhe hadn't been here for several days, and he didn't know what he was busy with these two days, and he didn't even go to the tea shop.

Originally, he wanted to go to the tea shop to ask, but for some reason, he just couldn't move his legs and walked to the next door, so he hesitated, and didn't ask a word for two days.

This is the time when the people rush home after work. Many of them are regular customers of the tea shop. When they see Yang Zhongyuan, they will ask when it will open. Yang Zhongyuan simply stands at the door and answers one by one with a smile that it will open tomorrow. Please come and join us, no money will be charged on the first day.

People who don't know him will also curiously ask what kind of business he is opening, so Yang Zhongyuan reported the signboard of the store by chance, and then invited him to come and try it.

He chose a good time, and spent half an hour yelling outside the shop until the golden crow gradually descended into the clouds in the west, and then returned to the backyard dry-mouthed.

Dr. Li's medicine was really good. Zhou Quanxu's complexion improved after taking it for three days in a row, because he lived with his son every day, and he was also more energetic. Sometimes he could sit in the yard and help him wash the ingredients.

Yang Zhongyuan closed the shop door, and when he returned to the backyard, he saw his father cleaning the small rapeseed, so he hurriedly said: "Father, I will fry mushrooms and rapeseed for you tonight, I am sure you will like it."

Zhou Quanxu smiled, looked up at him, and said gently: "Our Xiaoyuan's craftsmanship is the best. When we open tomorrow, there will be a lot of guests."