Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Zhang Ji Shop
While chasing him, she shouted, calling him back, saying, "Your sister Qing'er won't hold you accountable anymore", but Dabai seemed to run faster.

Yang Huamei was a little puzzled, one leg was a little lame, how could she run so fast?

The distance between the two was getting farther and farther. She wanted to go back and send rescuers to chase after him, but as soon as she turned her head, the boy had to lose her sight. Yang Huamei had no choice but to grit her teeth and follow behind.

Fortunately, along the way, she met villagers from the same village working in the field, and she begged them to help her send a message to Yang Huazhong and Wang Hongquan.

The villagers were also enthusiastic, and hurried back to the village to deliver a message.

When Yang Huazhong drove the carriage and carried Wang Hongquan to catch up with Yang Huamei, Yang Huamei's men had already arrived outside the south gate of Qingshui Town.

"Third brother..."

She was out of breath and was so tired that she couldn't stand still.

"Where's Dabai? Where did he go?"

Wang Hongquan jumped out of the car and yelled anxiously.

Yang Huamei waved her hand, "I lost him, but I'm sure he entered the town."

"Then why are you still in a daze? Go look for it in the town!" Wang Hongquan stomped his feet, thrust the tobacco pole into his waist, turned and entered the city gate.

Outside the city gate, Yang Huazhong helped Yang Huamei into the carriage and sat down: "You are so tired that you are about to suffer from heat stroke, drink some water, don't worry, Dabai is so big, and he comes here often in the town, so he can't escape!"

Yang Huamei took the water bag handed over by Yang Huazhong, poured two sips of water into her mouth, and just took a breath.

The two brothers and sisters drove the carriage into Qingshui Town and searched separately from Wang Hongquan.

Wang Hongquan went to Washina to the east, Yang Huazhong to the north, Yang Huamei to the west, and came to the south in an hour to meet in front of this steamed stuffed bun shop.

The three of them stood at the door of Zhang Ji Steamed Bun Shop to discuss, and after the discussion, they split up.

A rogue figure poked out from behind the courtyard wall of Zhang Ji Baozi Shop, and when he saw the three of them walking away, the figure smiled triumphantly.

"Want to chase me? It's not that easy!"

He took a hand from his body and took out a mended sock.

The socks still smelled a bit, so Dabai pinched his nose and found a place where no one was around to pour out the contents of the socks.

They are all copper plates, spread out and counted, there are about 50 coins.

"My grandfather is really poor. Why did he save such a little private money all his life?"

Dabai muttered, he tossed the stinky socks aside, put the copper coin in his arms, stood up and looked around for a few times, then plunged into Zhangji's steamed stuffed bun shop.

Zhangji Baozi Shop is an old shop in Qingshui Town. According to Lao Yangtou, Zhang Ji Baozi Shop opened here when he was a child.

Many years have passed, and after several generations of hard work, Zhangji Steamed Bun Shop has finally secured its first place in the breakfast industry in Qingshui Town.

When Lao Yangtou was a child, Zhangji Baozi Shop was a low thatched house with two tables in front of it. The two shopkeepers boiled a pot of water and kneaded noodles, and steamed buns in a basket.

In Yang Huazhong's generation, Zhangji Bun Shop already had two blue-tiled rooms. In the room there was a stove for steaming steamed buns and steamed buns, and there was a small stove outside with a large iron pot for cooking dumplings and noodles.

There is a thatched shed on the side, and there are a few simple seats for customers to eat.

By the time of Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang's generation, Zhang Ji Steamed Bun Shop already had three big shops with a courtyard.

The shop was full of tables and chairs, and the shopkeepers were at the helm, and they also invited a few guys to help.

Now, more than ten years have passed, and Zhangji Baozi Shop has become a two-story attic, with a large kitchen at the back, a room where the guys live, and a warehouse.

The living room on the second floor, the lobby on the first floor has been decorated and divided into a lobby and two or three small private rooms.

The young proprietress was standing behind the counter, her fingernails painted with Kodan familiarly fiddled with the abacus, and behind her were rows of bamboo boards hanging on the entire wall.

The eye-catching early varieties, specifications, and corresponding prices are written in black ink on the bamboo board.

There is no shortage of buns, steamed buns, dumplings, chaotic noodles, and glutinous rice cakes, pancakes, porridge, and tears.

On the basis of the predecessors, the younger generations continue to work hard, and the business of Zhangji Baozi Shop is booming today.

Dabai stood in front of the counter, looking up at the menu hanging behind the proprietress.

"Little brother, what do you want to eat? Just order!"

The proprietress paused the calculation in her hand, raised her head and greeted Dabai with a smile.

Looking at the bamboo board with big white eyes, he stretched out his hand and ordered several things in one breath.

Baozi, steamed dumplings, fried noodles, rice cakes, tofu nao, everything is missing.

After ordering, he asked the proprietress again: "So what...is the chicken soup dumpling filled with chicken or pork?"

The proprietress was taking a quick note with a piece of paper, she smiled and gave him a look, and said in a good-tempered way: "Don't worry, little brother, our Zhang Ji is a hundred-year-old store, and there is no deception!"

Dabai still wanted to ask a few more questions, but the proprietress looked behind him: "How many people do you dare to ask the guest officers?"

Dabai pointed to his nose: "I'm the only one."

The proprietress murmured in her heart, ordering so much for one person?I can eat it!

However, whether she can eat or not is not her business, as long as he gives the money.

"Brother, do you want anything else?" the proprietress asked again.

Dabai secretly weighed the more than 50 copper coins in his lower pocket, reckoning that it was about the same.

"I'll just order these for the time being, and I'll order more when I'm not full." He felt a little guilty in his heart, but his face was still calm and calm to the point that he was rich and powerful.

In addition, the clothes he was wearing were all the best clothes that the old Wang family saved for him, without a single patch, and they were all about [-]% or [-]% new, and he was born fair and clean, with long and smooth fingers , it looks like a teenager who has never done heavy work.

The proprietress, who had seen countless people, went astray, thinking that Dabai was from the rich family in the town, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.

"The tofu nao in our shop is sweet or salty, which kind do you want?" She asked again.

Dabai didn't hesitate: "I want something sweet, but I want more sugar."

"Okay, here's a note for you."

The proprietress tore off the note neatly, and called a guy over there.

While handing the note to the clerk, he ordered: "Take this little guest officer to find a table to sit down first."

The clerk took the note and glanced at it, thinking that this young man has a really big appetite, so if he ordered so much, he would not be able to eat it all and take it away?

Worker bowed to Dabai and greeted him with a smile on his face: "Guest officer, this way please."

Dabai followed the clerk to his own table, walking with steps that his relatives would not recognize.

Dabai looked around the shop, drank another bowl of tea from the waiter, knocked over a dozen caramelized melon seeds from the shop, and then the things he ordered were delivered.

Xiaolongbao is small and exquisite, with a layer of skin wrapped around the meat juice inside, trembling.

Steamed dumplings are placed in a bamboo steamer that looks like a crescent moon on a treetop.

There are two spoonfuls of white sugar on the tofu nao, like spring snow.

Dabai couldn't bear it anymore, he poked a small hole with his chopsticks first, and before the soup flowed out, he quickly picked up the steamed bun and put it in a small saucer with rice vinegar next to it, and then sucked it.

The delicious broth is mixed with rice vinegar, it tastes like old wine, and Dabai is a little drunk.

Then stuff it into your mouth with one bite, chew it and swallow it in two or three bites.

"Delicious, so delicious!"

(End of this chapter)