Chapter 604: Fooled?
At three quarters of the hour.
About half past five, Zhu Pingan got up, washed up, opened the door, and another fresh morning came to the world.
At dawn, the sky is dark, the east is a little fish belly white, and the sun is still gestating under the horizon.
The whole capital is still immersed in sleep.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the little girl in the ear room rubbed her eyes, put on her clothes and went out. When they saw Zhu Pingan who had finished washing and was about to go out, the two little girls widened their eyes in surprise and subconsciously looked up. It's not daylight yet, why did my uncle get up so early?
"There's no need to prepare my breakfast. I'm going out." Zhu Ping'an nodded, then walked out the door with the cloth bag slung across his body.
"Isn't my uncle sleeping?"
It wasn't until Zhu Ping'an walked out of Tingyuxuan that the two girls came back to their senses. They looked at their uncle's leaving back and looked at each other with their mouths open. After taking a quick look, I couldn't understand why Zhu Pingan went to bed so late and got up so early.
The night ban has just ended, and there are still very few people on the streets outside.
Zhu Ping'an left the Linhuai Marquis Mansion and walked forward along Gonghou Street. He turned left at the second intersection and walked along the alley with weeping willows to another street. After turning right, he saw a gurgling inner courtyard. canal.
As usual, Zhu Pingan found a good place by the river and sat on a stone with his back against a weeping willow.
When I sat down, the sun had already risen from the horizon.
Zhu Ping'an leaned against the tree trunk, took out the book he borrowed from the Hanlin Academy from the slanted cloth bag, and read it with relish while looking at the golden river surface.
The plan for a year begins in spring, and the plan for a day begins in the morning.
Human memory is like the liver. There are several periods of time when it is most efficient, among which morning is the period of the day when memory is best. Zhu Ping'an has always had the habit of reading in the morning. He gets up early to read a book and read an article, and he always gains something. After reading in the morning, he has breakfast, which does not delay things at all.
In the morning, no matter how early you get up, you will never be alone.
After dawn, Zhu Ping'an put the book into a cloth bag, patted the dust on his clothes, got up and walked towards the awakening and lively streets.
There are already people coming and going on the street, and the shops on the street have begun to open or are preparing to open.
The aroma of the breakfast shop spreads far and wide, and there is always a smell that can arouse the taste buds of passers-by.
"Steamed buns, big steamed buns with thin skin and meat filling. They are very oily." The waiter at the bun shop guarded the steamed bun stove on the stove in front of the door, opened a drawer of hot meat buns, and shouted to the passers-by. stand up.
"Master Liu, here you are, the newly baked mutton Guata. You can buy some and take them home for your children and mother-in-law to taste. Wrap them in lotus leaves to make them more fragrant." The pot stickers are sold at Guata. The young man stood on the roadside and greeted regular customers cordially.
Breakfast shops in other streets sell wontons, sesame cakes, fried cypress, hot and sour noodles, fried liver, tripe soup, offal soup, etc. They are all busy and busy. Wear fragrance.
With a cloth bag slung across his body, Zhu Ping'an stood in front of a sesame biscuit shop, watching with interest the shop's master chef making sesame biscuits.
The old master works very quickly. He wears a coarse cloth apron around his waist. He has dough in one hand and a rolling pin in the other. He plays with the dough, throws the dough, rolls out the dough, and "beats the flowers" rhythmically with the rolling pin.
The fragrant smell of sesame cakes emanates from the clay oven.
"Guest~~Sit inside~~" The shop clerk saw Zhu Ping'an standing in front of the clay stove and hurriedly came over to greet him.
"What do we have in the store?" Zhu Pingan asked.
Although sesame cakes are very fragrant, if there are only sesame cakes in the store, then the breakfast will lack the mixed flavor.
“The fine flour sesame cakes are sold for two bucks each. Come and see the size of the sesame cakes. In addition to the sesame cakes, our store also has handmade noodles, mixed noodles, offal soup, tofu curd, tofu curd, and braised noodles. You can find it all. If you want to eat something else, I'll run errands and buy it for you in the blink of an eye." The shop assistant greeted him warmly.
Haha
We have already talked about this, how can we not enter.
"Okay, let's have two sesame seed pancakes, one bowl of stewed meat, more sesame sauce, more minced coriander and minced chives." Zhu Ping'an nodded with a smile, walked into the store, and stood near the door. An empty table sat down.
"Haole, two sesame seed pancakes, one bowl of stewed meat, more sesame sauce, more minced coriander and more minced chives." The waiter bowed to greet Zhu Ping'an into the store, and then raised his head towards the kitchen. check in.
The chef responded with a shout.
Soon, a bowl of hot braised pork was served on the table, along with two fragrant sesame cakes. In addition, the store also gave a stack of delicious pickles for free.
The hot braised pancakes are served with freshly baked sesame seed cakes. The taste is delicious and makes Zhu Pingan move his fingers. However, the only drawback is that the side dishes provided by the store are not as delicious as those made by his mother, Chen.
Halfway through the meal, Zhu Pingan heard a commotion at the door of the shop, and many diners turned to look at the door.
Putting down his chopsticks, Zhu Pingan turned to look at the door. He saw a slovenly middle-aged man coming in. He had a dark face, an unkempt beard, and his hair seemed to have not been washed for more than half a month. A woven bamboo basket.
“Shop, can you give me a bowl of noodles? Yesterday I went to town to sell mountain products and lost my wallet. I haven’t eaten for a day and I’m so hungry.”
The slovenly middle-aged man stood at the door, rubbed his hands, and asked the shopkeeper.
The shop assistant at the door was trying hard to pull him out, and the man he was pulling was even more ragged.
It was the appearance of this person that caused the commotion.
“Liar.”
“Don’t believe even fake beggars.”
"Shopkeeper, don't believe him. We see a lot of people like this."
"Don't be fooled. This kind of scam is too common. I've seen a few in Dongzhimen before. I've seen people on the roadside. Borrowing money, saying that he hasn’t eaten in a few days, this kind of person makes a lot of money in a day.”
The customers in the shop pointed at the man at the door and talked about it, and reminded the shopkeeper and the people around him seriously. Be fooled.
“Get out, get out.” The shopkeeper glanced briefly, then waved impatiently towards the door.
The store clerk was ordered to drive people out harder.
"Wait a minute."
Just as the man was about to be kicked out, he suddenly heard a young man's voice coming from the store.
Who?
Why are you so stupid?
How could you still be fooled after being reminded?
Everyone turned their heads and saw Zhu Pingan waving to the store clerk. Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they saw this.
"Make a bowl of noodles and charge it to my account. Also"
Zhu Ping'an stopped the store clerk from chasing people away, called the store clerk to him, and gave the instructions in the store clerk's ear A few words.
Since someone is paying, the store will naturally stop chasing people away.
Soon, a bowl of noodles was served. After the middle-aged man thanked Zhu Pingan, he sat on the table and ate hungrily.
In less than a minute, I finished the entire bowl of noodles and drank all the soup.
After the middle-aged man finished eating, Zhu Ping'an took out another dime of silver from his pocket, worth about a hundred yuan, and stuffed it into the man's hand, telling him to go home quickly and not to worry his family. .
The man thanked me profusely.
“You were fooled.”
“Hey, you were fooled.”
"That's a liar, young man."
After the man left, everyone said that Zhu Pingan had been deceived, and they were worried about Zhu Pingan.
“The store didn’t ask the store to add salt to the bowl of noodles just now.” Zhu Ping’an said softly as he watched the middle-aged man leave. (End of this chapter)