Do you think I look like a fairy?

Chapter 247 The Hawthorn Tree

In the early morning, Chen Dongxing opened the gate of the Five Rampant Temple by himself:
"crunch~"

Stretching their waists, the two of them stepped out of the door slowly.

Looking at the rising sun in the distance, all the silence accumulated overnight was completely burned away.

It's another day.

This is a new beginning!
At this moment, Chen Dongxing glanced at Wei Yi, and then asked Wei Yi:
"Are you leaving again?"

Hearing Chen Dongxing's inquiry, Wei Yi nodded, then turned around silently, and walked quietly into the distance:

"The poor Taoist is gone, fellow Taoist, you must practice hard~"

"Looking forward to meeting you next time~"

Just when he finished his last sentence, he only saw little ripples appearing in the space in front of him.

next moment.

Wei Yi disappeared into those ripples, and he left the Temple of Five Ramps.

Standing on a nearby high mountain.

He quietly looked at the river in the distance, and after a quarter of an hour of silence, he slowly walked towards the city.

"If you don't eat something in the morning before leaving, you always feel that something is wrong."

"It's impossible to go hungry~"

In this way, he still lined up to enter the city like an ordinary person, and then walked towards the same street.

Just after he left.

In the turbulent river, there is vaguely someone with water vapor permeating the air.

The river seemed to stagnate for a moment.

In the temples on both sides of the river, the incense seems to become more mellow, as if a god has stepped down from the altar.

The two pairs of eyes just quietly watched Wei Yi leave in the distance, farther and farther away, farther and farther away.

……

Into the city.

Wei Yi was familiar with the road, so he came to this former snack street.

This is how many years of memory.

But things in big cities like this basically change every few years.

And in this era, all kinds of livelihood skills are basically passed down from father to son.

Even if it is not passed down from father to son, it will be passed on from master to apprentice. No matter how many generations the relationship is, just check the genealogy to know.

Just like the jade plates of the Han Dynasty.

Uncle Liu Huang didn't know how many generations of blood he had, and his identity could still be found with the information.

into the street.

Wei Yi walked into one of the stalls very familiarly.

Whoops.

It's a bit embarrassing to see this.

Next to the small stall, there was actually a big hawthorn tree planted.

The former house also appears to have been modified.

Just looking at it, it makes people feel very high-end atmosphere.

Seeing this change, Wei Yi did not rush to ask, but sat on a table first, and said to the two middle-aged couples who were busy in the distance:
"The boss has a bowl of tofu nao, add more pickles."

"Two more pancakes."

“Fresh out of the oven~”

There were not many people at the stall, and after the couple heard Wei Yi's words, they moved quickly.

Watch them make tofu nao quickly, and then put pickles and other ingredients on it.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a few biscuits that had just been baked from the stove, and brought them over quickly like this:

"Master Dao, your meal is ready~"

Looking at this couple, Wei Yi became a little interested.

Then, while eating, he asked a few tourists beside him:

"I'm bothering a few laymen."

"Pindao looks at this couple, they don't seem like people who hang out on the streets, why are they selling tofu nao here?"

"Could it be that the Sun family's tofu brain business has been inherited by others?"

Hearing Wei Yi's inquiry, the neighbors who were also having breakfast here also became interested:

"Daoist, you actually know that this shop belongs to the Sun family? But this is normal, after all, the Sun family's tofu brain is the most famous."

"Sun's Tofu Nao has been here for many years. It has accumulated virtue and done good deeds on weekdays. Naturally, it has many descendants. How could it be given to others?"

"However, this matter is quite strange. I don't know what's going on. The Sun family has become a family of officials and officials, so why are they still so enthusiastic about doing this tofu brain?"

Hearing the lively discussions among them here, a scholar next to him seemed to know a lot.

I only saw him quietly glance at the busy couple, and then he explained to everyone:
"The Sun family has been officials for several generations, and each generation is the ultimate glory in our Qingyang City."

"However, it is said that their ancestors seem to have left a rule, saying that future generations must have someone to manage this tofu nao business."

While speaking, the young man pointed to the busy middle-aged couple and said:
"Although these two often set up stalls here, their identities are not limited to that."

"The boss already has a reputation for raising people. If it weren't for being a teacher in the academy, he might have become an official long ago."

When it came to this, the young man also said:
"The Sun family seems to be working here because of the ancestor's instruction. They don't care about the money."

"You guys, don't think that this boss is already the one with the highest status working here."

"This small stall will change every two years, generation after generation, no one can escape."

"It is said that the one who set up a stall here two years ago is the one with the highest position in our Qingyang City."

"It is said that at that time, there were great scholars talking and laughing, and there were no casual people. There were not many ordinary people who could eat here."

"We can eat here once, and that's enough to blow it out for a long time."

"If the students in the academy know that I ate a meal here and asked the teacher to bring a bowl, they will probably be envious of them~"

Sure enough, students all over the world have the same idea.

And while they were eating and chatting, they saw the middle-aged man take out a few buns and walk towards the opposite street.

Look at them like this.

It seems to be giving food to beggars~
Wei Yi, who was eating tofu, couldn't help laughing at this familiar scene.

Especially when he saw a young beggar scrambling to grab that cornbread.

next second.

All I saw was that the younger beggar devoured a few mouthfuls of corn buns, and then spit them out quickly.

Seeing this scene, Wei Yi couldn't help laughing:
"This Sun family's family style is really good."

"Where can you eat Wowotou casually?"

"If it's so delicious, how can those old people who really don't have the strength to beg for food get the corn bread?"

This is the great wisdom contained in the little things.

Although it will be wasted occasionally, it is always a good thing to do. After a long time, it will come naturally when you understand it.

After finishing breakfast, Wei Yi couldn't help but stretched out comfortably:
"It's really comfortable~"

"If you can have some snacks at this time, it will be more comfortable~"

Of course, this is just what he said casually.

However, he did not expect that his soft words would be heard by the busy couple in the room.

I saw the man come out suddenly, then pointed at Wei Yi with a smile and pointed to the hawthorn tree next to him:
"If the Taoist priest wants to eat some snacks, he can pick some natural hawthorn on it."

"It's been so many years. If the folks in the village want to try it, the guests who come and go can naturally call it casually."

"How about I give you some shots?"

While saying that, the man has already moved.

In a short time, with just a few poles, a lot of hawthorns have fallen from the ground.

But at this moment, the middle-aged man picked up the hawthorn very deftly.

Then wash it out quickly.

However, after he finished washing, he didn't hand the hawthorn to Wei Yi, but instead boiled hot water:

"Daoist, please wait quietly for a while."

"It just so happens that I have nothing to do at the moment, so it's fate for us to make some snacks for you to try."

The sugar was put into the pot quickly, and the sugar juice was cooked in a short time.

Seeing that the color of the sugar had changed, the middle-aged man quickly rolled the dressed candied haws in it.

I didn't expect to look like a scholar, but the craft of making candied haws is really good.

It doesn't look like a novice.

Wei Yi is naturally not stingy with a few words of praise for his soft mouth:
"The layman's craftsmanship is really good!"

Hearing Wei Yi's praise, the middle-aged man said with a smile while dipping in sugar:

"This is a skill passed down from our ancestors."

"It is said that the ancestor learned it specially for a special person. It seems that the one who likes to eat candied haws, even the grandfather did not escape to learn this craft."

"According to my grandfather, when he was a scholar, he studied for a long time before he learned the skill of dipping candied haws."

When he said this, he couldn't help laughing:
"As the first scholar of the Sun family, my grandfather may have planned to let all his descendants have a taste of the hardships involved."

"So all of us who grew up have to learn how to make tofu nao, bake sesame cakes, and dip candied haws since childhood."

"Speaking of which, this is really dumbfounding."

"It's nothing more than a single person in the lower district. The brothers in the lower class, even if they hold important positions in Qingyang, they will inevitably come back to make tofu nao."

"Hahahaha... our generation is coming to an end, let's look at these little guys below~"

While talking, a middle-aged man who looked very square seemed to be smiling a bit narrowly:

"Brother's son, it is said that he has already gone to catch up for the exam this year, and next year it will be the younger generation's turn to start running this small stall for the first time."

"If he comes back next year with the No. [-] examination, then this matter will be very lively."

"In the first year after returning home, the champion of the new department set up a stall at home to sell tofu brains. I guess my eldest brother will be laughed to death by his colleagues, hahahaha..."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man had already finished all the candied haws.

A breeze blows.

After a while, all the sugar had solidified and stopped dripping down.

At this time, it is naturally edible.

The middle-aged man handed Wei Yi a bunch of candied haws, and then distributed it to several guests.

For a while, all the guests present had a candied haws in their hands.

The outer layer of sugar shell is like glass, shining brightly, and it is also very beautiful.

The middle-aged man greeted Wei Yi:
"Take a taste, Daoist, and see if my craftsmanship has regressed."

The woman was also eating candied haws from the side and watching a few people laughing.

Several people were chatting and laughing, and the middle-aged man seemed to remember something:
"Don't think this hawthorn tree is not very good, Daoist, but its origin is quite mysterious."

"It is said that it grew from a seed dropped by my grandmother when she had a child. There is a story behind it~"

"..."

As if telling a story, the middle-aged man told the story of whether his grandmother had a child or not.

Of course, it has been passed down for several generations, and they have long regarded this mysterious story as a pure story.

However, Wei Yi, who heard the story, glanced at the hawthorn tree next to him, and couldn't help laughing.

Unexpectedly, one of his candied haws would lead to such a story.

What's more, I didn't expect that a seed of this candied haws actually fell on the ground and took root and sprouted.

While thinking about this, Wei Yi tasted the candied haws in his hands, and I have to say that this craftsmanship is really good.

It seems to have the taste of what he ate back then~

After a while, the middle-aged man seemed to have finished telling the story:
"...It's a pity that the Taoist priest from back then didn't come back."

"Ancestor, he was very interested and wanted to invite the Taoist priest to have another meal, so thank him properly."

When it came to the end, the middle-aged man seemed to feel a little magical:

"This is really something extraordinary."

"Maybe the Taoist priest back then was really a supernatural being."

"Master Dao, you may not believe it when you say it, since the grandfather gave birth to the first child, we have been stronger from generation to generation."

"The descendants of each generation seem to be very clear-headed, like the seeds of reading."

"Even this one who doesn't usually like to study, has finally achieved the fame of juren. Some things really make people have to believe~"

"Perhaps the most correct thing the ancestors did was to invite the Taoist priest to dinner, and to continue this small stall from generation to generation."

When it came to the end, he couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional:

"I just don't know if there will be a chance to invite this Taoist priest to eat tofu nao at this small stall again in the future."

"Six or seventy years have passed, and I don't know if that Taoist priest is still alive, or where that Taoist priest has gone..."

Although he grew up listening to such stories, even though he learned Confucian culture from an early age.

But he has a deep longing for this mysterious Taoist legend, otherwise he wouldn't subconsciously get close to Wei Yi.

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Wei Yi smiled slightly:
"Perhaps before you know it, the Taoist priest has already come to this small stall and tasted the breakfast after so many years~"

(End of this chapter)