Li Qingxian glanced at Zhou Hen who was changing into regular clothes and said, "Let's go have a bowl of mutton soup."
Zhou Hen nodded.
Li Qingxian walked and said: "Take some away after eating and bring them to Captain Zheng."
Han Anbo nodded, and the smile on his face shrank a lot.
Li Qingxian asked as he walked: "Brother Han, how are you doing at the Market Art Gallery recently?"
Han Anbo followed with a smile and said as he walked: "Thirty percent of the artists in the capital have already joined our art industry. Some of them have gone to various places to spread their branches. Now, in addition to Shendu, it has expanded to eighteen states and four southern states.
It’s a small country. In two years’ time, we will have branches all over the country.”
"Is there enough money?"
"Enough, they are all poor people and can't spend much money. Nowadays, most of the money for the art industry is provided by the artists."
"Is there anything difficult?"
"Everything in the world is smooth sailing, but no matter how difficult it is, there is always a solution. Don't worry, everything will be fine."
"Where's the night guard?"
"Some of them have been abolished. Basically all external departments such as the Demon Slayer Department have been abolished. Now the Patrol Department is very popular. However, there have been no big moves in the past two years. It can't compare with the Night Guard in its heyday."
Several people chatted all the way and left the Yewei Yamen.
The night guards on the road saw that no matter whether they were familiar or unfamiliar, they all stood still and bowed their heads in greetings.
Sometimes Li Qingxian just nodded, sometimes called his name and chatted for a while or two.
Step out of the Yewei Yamen and walk through the streets.
"We're here!" Yu Ping rushed into Xile Street first, regardless of the water stains on the ground.
The three of them followed and walked against the current in the crowded crowd.
Oil smoke billows, steam curls, and the unstoppable aroma hits your face.
Li Qingxian moved his nose slightly.
The snack streets in Shendu are more fragrant than those in Qiyuan City.
Walking under the bright morning light, not long after, a big fat man in front of me waved vigorously.
"Hurry up, I've got a seat..."
The dirty Zhang Ji's cover fluttered in the wind.
There are people sitting inside and outside the mutton soup shop under the guise.
Li Qingxian's eyes were in a trance, as if he had returned to that steaming morning two years ago.
The three of them walked over and sat on the long wooden benches in four directions.
Yu Ping said with a smile: "Do you think those salted duck eggs are big? I'm sure they are all leaking."
"You choose four... Uncle Zhou, how many white buns do you want, hand-cut or cut by them?"
"Two, break them up yourself." Zhou Hen said.
"Yu Ping, do you want white flour buns?"
"Yes, why not?" Yu Ping said, rushing to a small pile of duck eggs and slowly selecting them.
"Lao Zhang, here are four bowls of mutton soup, five white flour buns, and three knife cuts."
"Okay... oh, isn't this Mr. Li? I haven't seen him for two years." Lao Zhang hurriedly came up to him with a smile.
Li Qingxian nodded and said, "How has the business been in the past two years?"
"Thanks to Mr. Li, business has been very good."
"Okay, go ahead and get busy, I won't hold you back."
"Okay." Lao Zhang turned around and left with a smile, and whispered to his son, "Make more haggis, you are Zheng Hei's friend."
Li Qingxian glanced at the wall. A bowl of mutton soup costs 4 cents, and mutton soup costs 12 cents.
They were one cent and three cents less than two years ago.
The price of white-flour steamed buns increased by one penny.
Li Qingxian looked up and saw that only half of the people in the store were seated, and the pile of white-flour buns was only half as high as it used to be.
Li Qingxian took a closer look at Xile Street and looked at the sun again. At the same time, there seemed to be fewer people on the street this year than two years ago.
"Four big salted duck eggs! They are absolutely delicious!" Yu Ping came back happily holding four salted duck eggs and distributed them to four people.
After waiting for a while, Lao Zhang and his son came up with mutton soup and white flour buns, and also added an extra bowl of pure soup.
Yu Ping gave a thumbs up and said: "Old Zhang Renyi."
Lao Zhang smiled and said: "Everyone, eat well. If you don't have enough, tell me again."
Li Qingxian looked at the haggis soup in front of him and nodded.
Zhou Hen picked up the hard white flour buns and broke them apart.
Han Anbo took a look and saw that every piece Zhou Hen broke off was even in size.
It cuts more evenly than a knife.
Yu Ping poured the chopped white flour bun into pieces into the pure soup, took a sip happily, and then slowly started eating the haggis.
After taking a bite of haggis, Li Qingxian nodded, it still tasted the same as before.
After swallowing, Li Qingxian asked casually: "How are the livelihoods of those artists this year?"
Han Anbo slowly chewed and swallowed, and then said: "Some people can't afford to eat, so they leave the divine capital and go their separate ways. Some even say that the capital is not as lively as Qiyuan City."
"Where's Captain Zheng?"
Han Anbo smiled and said: "I heard that Gao Jue is promising and has been promoted to the seventh rank. He is cheerful all day long and his waist is straighter than when he was in the Night Guard. It's just that he is older and his body is not as good as usual."
"Okay, let's go see Captain Zheng after eating. I have to go home at noon."
After breakfast, Li Qingxian took out a jar, filled some haggis soup and four white flour buns, and got on the carriage to Zheng Hui's house.
"Old Zheng, guess who is here."
Han Anbo was in front, holding a jar and pushing open the door, shouting loudly.
"Old Han, I haven't been here for two months..."
Zheng Hui was suddenly stunned, then squinted and looked carefully at the three people behind Han Anbo.
Zheng Hui couldn't help but grinned and said: "Little... Mr. Li... no, Mr. Li! Mr. Li, please come in!"
Zheng Hui didn't know where to put his hands and walked over blankly.
Li Qingxian looked up and saw that Zheng Hui had white hair and a beaming face that seemed to be dusted with a touch of gray powder.
"We are all our own people. Why is the Marquis not the Marquis? Captain Zheng, how is your health?"
Li Qingxian had some more specialties from Qiyuan City.
"Okay, everything's okay!" Zheng Hui quickly straightened his chest.
Li Qingxian handed over the souvenirs and finally pressed a letter, saying: "This is the letter home that Gao Jue asked me to take before returning to Beijing. Gao Jue is now prosperous and is ranked seventh rank. After a few more years of training, he will have a chance to become a god.
The leader of the Gong Sect."
"Ah? Really? I didn't believe it before when Gao Jue wrote to me that he was in the seventh rank." Zheng Hui tried hard to keep his face calm.
"Yes, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it." Li Qingxian said.
Zheng Hui asked everyone to go inside and said: "Master Li, you have a lot of things to do now. If you have anything to do, just send someone to tell me. You can come in person. What if you delay the national affairs?"
Zheng Hui was polite, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
Yu Ping and Zhou Hen remained silent and glanced at Li Qingxian.
Han Anbo said: "Master Li Hou came to see you, what you are suffering from is, you, the older you get, the more nonsense you say. By the way, last time you said you had back pain, are you doing too much at night?"
Zheng Hui laughed and scolded: "Half of your body has already been buried in the earth, where can you go to work? Old Han, I think you are getting more and more handsome as you live. Why were you not so glib before?"
Han Anbo smiled and said: "I have been working in the art shop all day, and I have become a little bit infected. Come on, let's sit outside and chat. Mr. Li has to go home for lunch at noon." As he said that, he touched Zheng Hui lightly.
one time.
"Yes, yes, of course I have to go home after coming all the way." Zheng Hui said.
