Chapter 3 This Lin Shaoyin

In late spring, the sun rises earlier. Dongfang fish belly is white, and the morning drum is halfway through. People who go to court, business people, and people who go out to do errands all gather at the gate of the workshop, waiting for the drum to be released.

Not far from Fangmen, there are several food stalls steaming hot, doing business for pedestrians who got up early this morning.

Zhao Ba, who sells wontons, Da Qiu, who is carrying a basket of Hu cakes, and Lu Sanniang, who has fried heads, are all old faces that see every day. ——Almond-eyed, snow-skinned, tall and slender, if she were more plump, she could be called a beauty.

In front of her was a charcoal stove with a flat-bottomed iron clang on top. There was a small bamboo stand beside the clang, and a thick white porcelain bowl on it was filled with some condiments such as oil sauce.

I saw that the little lady used a brush to brush a layer of oil on the pan, and then scooped out a spoonful of batter and poured it on the iron pan. When the small scraper turned, the batter was spread evenly, and she broke an egg and put it on it. It became a cake in no time.

Flip the cake over, spread the sauce, sprinkle with chopped green onion and coriander, wrap it with a twist, and fold everything in the middle, and the cake is complete.

The little lady did not take it by hand, but shoveled it into the prepared thick bamboo and hemp paper bag with a small shovel. Paper, but a precious thing, is used to make cakes, and it is very particular.

Immediately, someone stepped forward to ask the price. Although ten cents was not cheap, it was not expensive with such attention to detail.

This person opened the bag and tasted it, um - the crust is soft and soft, different from the hard pancakes that you eat every day, perhaps because of the eggs, the dough inside is crispy, and there are fresh and spicy sauces and some scallions. , Coriander fragrant, very beautiful.

Seeing that he was eating well, other people came to buy it, and some of the nobles who rode on horses and carriages also sent servants, and gradually crowded in front of the stall.

Jingzhao Shaoyin Lin Yan lifted the curtains of the driving window and caught a glimpse of the "commotion" not far away, with Hu Fuhuan's hair, willow eyebrows and almond eyes, and a smile on the corner of his mouth... The palace servant who was released two days ago?

In the old days, Wang Xietang, Qianyan, flew very happily in the streets here...

A servant in green clothes came to the window and asked in a low voice, "A-Lang has no use for breakfast today, so I can buy some cakes as a slave?" In fact, it was just a question, A-Lang never liked these stinky things outside.

"...Alright," Lin Yan nodded and put down the gauze, "Buy a few more."

I want to buy a few more... The servant in Tsing Yi was startled, looked at the master through the window screen, and then turned to look at the little lady who was selling cakes over there. He suddenly realized that he threw the reins of the horse into the hands of his companions, and trotted towards the food stall. .

Inside the car, Lin Yan lightly rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers. haven't had a good rest these days, and eyes are sore.

Today the emperor is going to Yuanqiu to worship the sky and pray for rain. The emperor's trip is a major event. Although the guard is responsible for the protection of the Imperial Army, the evacuation and investigation along the way is a matter of Jingzhao House. Qin Xiang, the commander of the Imperial Guard, used to be the emperor's close attendant, and he was quite arrogant. Thinking of this eunuch, Lin Yan felt that his temples hurt.

Lin Yan thought about the security of the capital again. Prices in Beijing have not changed much recently, and each bucket of rice has risen by about ten cents. As long as the canals and rivers are still flowing, and there are Changping warehouses to store grain, there will be no major problems with the food of the people who come to Gyeonggi. It's just because of the drought that people's hearts are a little unstable, and there are rumors such as "River beasts appear, the eyes of the sky are closed", rumors...

The three thousand morning drums beat, and when the door was opened, the servant in Tsing Yi came back with a few pancakes, "Alang eat while it's hot."

"Let's split up." Lin Yan knocked on the wall of the car, motioning to move forward.

The servant in Tsing Yi was stunned, looked at the swaying car window screen, and then turned to look at the little lady who was still busy over there. Could it be that I thought wrong?

The wave of people who got up early and went out was gone, the sun came out, and another wave of breakfast was sold for people who didn't get up late, and Shen Shaoguang closed the stall like other small vendors.

Shen Shaoguang positioned his pancakes as "mid-to-high-end" breakfast: this is a high-end community, and most of the residents have good purchasing power. There are eggs and sauce in the pancakes, and some people will buy them if they add a few more cents than Hu pancakes; equipped with paper bags, although the cost Increase, but one is hygienic, to prevent people who are picky or afraid of contaminating their hands, and the scallion crumbs in the sauce fall on the cuffs of the jacket, which is indecent; on the other hand, it is also convenient, walking, riding, holding with one hand , eat while walking and standing.

I tested the water today, and this positioning is also reliable.

Shen Shaoguang weighed the money in his wallet and made a rough estimate. After the cost, he could earn eighty to ninety cents, and he could earn more than two thousand cents in that month. A jinshi and first-rank school clerk would not be enough. With just over ten thousand dollars, it was enough for an orphan girl. But it is a distant dream to buy a house in Chang'an with these two thousand yuan. Comrades still need to work hard.

Shen Shaoguang dragged the car back to the nunnery where he was staying, and met Jingci, a Zhike waiting at the door.

Jingci squinted her triangular eyes and looked from Shen Shaoguang to the small stove on the small shelf in the car, and asked without a smile, "Miss Shen is very busy early in the morning?"

Shen Shaoguang squinted and smiled and said, "Yes, go out to evacuate."

They were also evacuated, obviously going out to do that businessman's business! There was a sarcastic smile on Jing Ci's lips. In all fairness, Jingci has no opinion on the merchants, especially the family members of the big merchants who come to offer incense. Jingci felt that what Shen Shaoguang had done had simply defiled the lintel of the nunnery! Can't stand it!

Shen Shaoguang dragged the car past her, and Jingci turned around and flew to Jingqing like a moth.

"That little lady Shen actually sells cakes on the street. It's really unethical. Senior sister asked her to host her, so let's drive her out."

Jingqing coughed a little embarrassedly, "You forgot, they paid the rent for the house..."

"So what? Just give it back to her." As a acquaintance, Jingci handled a lot of money, and she really didn't look down on Shen Shaoguang's rent.

"That's not what you said," Jingqing persuaded bitterly, "It makes people know that we don't keep our promises, which will inevitably hinder the reputation of the nunnery."

Hearing Jingqing put out the word "reputation", Jingci finally became more awake and pondered for a moment, "That's it, let her live for the full three months."

Jingqing recalled the scene when donor Shen brought pancakes to the host two days ago.

Master was eating pancakes, and listened to the patronage Shen say, "It is rich to seek it, even if a man with a whip, I will also do it" ①. How did the teacher respond at that time? "Little lady really practiced the words of the master, which is admirable!"

Listen, selling pancakes is a practice of Confucius' words! Before the food, Master really has no morals. What is the three-month period, according to this shape, maybe when the master will agree to let Mrs. Shen open a restaurant in the nunnery.

But these words can't be said to the disciples next to them, and they have to save face for the master.

Jingci was still chattering freely: "How can you say that this noble lady can go out and make a living? Is it a fake gentry?"

If Shen Shaoguang is here, he will definitely sneer, not to mention the noble ladies, even the emperor is still going to paste matchboxes! Did the last emperor Puyi know about it?

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