Who understands? I took the library with me to farm

Chapter 7 Triggering the memory switch

Here Feng Liu has already packed the eggs and embroidery items that she will take to the town to sell.

Feng Yuanlang was also neatly dressed and waiting obediently to go out.

The three of them spent eight copper coins and rode in the donkey cart of the old Duan's family next door to arrive at Qingyuan Town before the market opened at noon.

The driver of the old Duan family was Uncle Duan, who often came to town to do business. Mrs. Feng Liu made an agreement with him to wait at the city gate before the sun went down to return to the village together.

After a tiring journey, Feng Yuanlang's stomach was already growling with hunger.

He tugged at the corner of Mrs. Feng Liu's clothes: "Mother, Yuen Long is hungry, and my sister-in-law must be hungry too. It's not good to be hungry. You have to eat."

He Miao squinted at Feng Yuanlang. He had a handsome and upright figure. He was more than a foot taller than his mother at least. According to modern measurements, he was estimated to be about 1.8 meters.

Feng Liu couldn't reach the top of her son's head, so she raised her hand to caress Feng Yuanlang's right-angled shoulders, and said with a smile: "Mom is about to take you two to eat something good, let's go!"

The three of them walked around and finally selected a restaurant with the plaque "Taoranju" written on it.

Normally, the Feng family would bring their own dry food when they go to town to sell goods and go to the market.

Occasionally, during the Tooth Festival, I would just go to a roadside food stall to eat a bowl of clear noodle soup. It is impossible to go to a restaurant unless there is something important.

Mrs. Feng Liu loves her new daughter-in-law, knows that He Miao likes to eat, and feels that this child is smart and capable at a young age, so she must reward her for her hard work. She gritted her teeth and decided to "give up on eating"!
  "Hey, sir, please come in! What do you want to eat?" The waiter came over and warmly welcomed the three of them to sit down, holding a tray full of dishes in his hand.

Mrs. Feng Liu pretended to be calm as she flipped through the dishes. The fancy dishes were clearly marked with prices.

A dish of stir-fried mushrooms and rapeseed was renamed "Emerald Agate Vermicelli" and cost a penny per dish.

The figures under the category of meat dishes are even more astonishing. The braised pork is called "Xiaoshadu Hongchen" and is priced at four yuan.

"Outrageous!"

Mrs. Feng Liu couldn't help but put aside the menu in her hand and whispered to He Miao: "The price is really not affordable. A meal costs at least one tael of silver."

"Mom, why don't we leave? It's not worth it."

He Miao was reluctant to eat it. It was much cheaper to buy ingredients and cook them at home.

The waiter was used to watching people place dishes, but when he saw the mutterings of these two people dressed as village women, his expression suddenly changed and he put away the tray.

He glanced at it with disdain and said, "It's too expensive. The chef hired by our store is a famous chef. If you can't afford it, don't eat it. There is a stall selling wontons at the door. You can go there to eat."

Feng Liu was provoked and became angry. She decisively chose four dishes like a general ordering troops, two meat dishes, one vegetable dish and one soup, served with three bowls of rice-flavored white rice.

"That's it, hurry up and serve!"

"Hey, okay!" The waiter was as thick-skinned as a city wall, and if she had breasts, she would be a mother. He immediately bent over and agreed, then went to the kitchen to order food.

He Miao secretly worried for her mother-in-law: This old lady is really impatient and can't bear to be provoked. She just doesn't know if she has enough money.

After a while, the food was all served.

"Move your chopsticks, use your chopsticks, you're all hungry, we three are going to have a good meal today!" Mrs. Feng Liu said.

Feng Yuanlang used both hands, one hand to hold it, and the other hand to hold the spoon. He moved his cheeks and ate happily.

"Stop choking, have a sip of milk tea." He Miao untied the leather gourd tied around her waist. She had finished one pot on the way here and had one pot left.

She asked the waiter to bring some cups.

The waiter who had just entertained them shuffled over and said slowly, "Sir, this store does not allow you to bring your own drinks."

He took out a stack of small wooden signs from behind him. “Here are the types of drinks in our store, we have them all for you to choose from.”

He Miao looked through the wooden signs, which were basically expensive drinks and tea.

The bottom one is called "Biluo Qingquan", which costs two cents per pot, which is quite cheap.

"Xiaoer, what is this clear blue spring? Tea or wine?"

"This is pure, crystal clear, thirst-quenching, and indispensable..."

The waiter gasped deliberately: "Plain water!"

It's described as like nectar, but it turns out to be just a pot of plain water. This is too deceptive!
  Mrs. Feng Liu's face turned from white to red, and she was about to start shooting. He Miao quickly gave her a look to signal her mother-in-law not to act rashly.

"I won't argue with you. Call your shopkeeper and I'll talk to him." He Miao said slowly.

The waiter in the shop was a generous person and put the white cloth towel on his shoulder.

"Huh, that's what our shopkeeper said when we invited him over."

After a while, he led a middle-aged man with a fat head, big ears, and a red face to come over.

"Three guest officers, my surname is Tao, I am the shopkeeper of this restaurant. Our guys are young and not sensible. Please tell me any requests you have."

The shopkeeper was more sensible and eloquent than the waiter, and he was quite polite when he saw the visitor. Feng Liu's anger was reduced by three points.

"Shopkeeper Tao, we are not making trouble unreasonably. We just want to drink some tea that we made ourselves. Your guy doesn't even give you a cup, and he says you are not allowed to bring your own wine. Does that make sense?"

He Miao was calm and relaxed, and argued hard according to reason.

Shopkeeper Tao smiled with a smile on his face: "My lady, this rule is not limited to small shops. If you have time, you can ask around. Every restaurant in the town has this rule, and it is not regulated by Dayan law."

Looking at the appearance of these three people, he guessed that they were ignorant country people who did not understand the law and could just get away with it.

Unexpectedly, the four words "Dayan Law" touched Feng Yuanlang's memory.

He suddenly put down the half-eaten chicken drumstick in his hand, swallowed a few times, raised his head and spoke indifferently.

"According to Article 30 of Chapter 9 of the Dayan Law, restaurants prohibit people who come to dine from bringing their own drinks, which is an act of bullying. Anyone who violates this law will be fined three taels of silver and will not be lenient."

After saying this, he continued to lower his head and gnaw on the chicken legs.

Shopkeeper Tao, He Miao, Feng Liu: "..."

Three faces were stunned.

He Miao lives in a society governed by the rule of law and is accustomed to protecting his rights and interests with the law, but he didn't expect Dayan's laws to be so sound, and he didn't expect that Feng Yuanlang could recite the legal provisions so well-founded.

"Oh, that's it. Shopkeeper Tao, according to the law, your overlord's regulations have violated the legitimate rights and interests of our consumers. I will report this matter to the Yamen. Just wait and pay for it!"

He Miao lost no time in attacking his heart.

What she said was something that neither Shopkeeper Tao nor Mrs. Feng Liu could understand.

the difference is……

Shopkeeper Tao was afraid in his heart: Oh, I'm afraid we've run into trouble. This matter is big or small. Normally, officials turn a blind eye, but if it gets too big, they will definitely be punished. .

Mrs. Feng Liu was ecstatic in her heart: My third daughter-in-law is so smart even though she is sick. She is indeed the prime minister. She will be granted the title of Prime Minister just around the corner. My third daughter-in-law is even more sharp-tongued, sharp-tongued, and unparalleled in scheming!
  (End of this chapter)