"Wontons, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, all hot!"
The waiter who spread the stall early in the morning had a sweat towel draped over his shoulders, leaning his head and shouting to the road with his mouth open.
"Hey! Hey! Don't shout! Don't shout!"
Mr. Zhang Wu, who was dressed in long robe and mandarin jacket, loved a bowl of fried tofu in the morning. But when he took one bite today, he immediately noticed that something was wrong. He called the waiter and asked, "Why didn't you add braised shrimp oil?"
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"Fifth Master, I'm really sorry for you, we've run out of braised shrimp oil." The waiter knew he was at fault, bowed and said with a smile.
"Then can this thing still be eaten?" Mr. Zhang Wu shook his chopsticks and said with a straight face, "I'm telling you, I won't give you any money after you finish eating."
"Fifth Master, I'm going to leave you after eating. I didn't serve you well today. Come back tomorrow!" the waiter said.
In this way, Mr. Zhang Wu's complexion improved. He put a piece of tofu into his mouth and said vaguely: "It's not Mr. Wu that I deliberately made things difficult for you. It's because you didn't do this properly. You didn't marinate the shrimp in oil."
I told you earlier, there are other places."
"Yes! Yes! Fifth Master, don't be angry." The waiter squeaked.
"Hey, Mr. Wu, you have such a big mouth. You are used to eating delicacies from all over the world, but we haven't tasted them yet!" the diners on the side joked.
"Isn't it? It has to be you, Mr. Wu." Another diner said.
"That's it. When Mr. Wu was young, he wouldn't even take a look at it."
These people secretly and openly laughed at his family's low status. Mr. Zhang Wu had long been used to it. He pretended to be confused and said: "I tell you, this fried tofu looks simple, but the condiments are troublesome! Braised!"
Shrimp oil, soybean curd sauce, chive blossoms, sesame sauce, chili oil, none of them would taste the same."
"Yes, yes! Fifth Master, please use it first. We have a visitor, and I'm going to work." The waiter said, and walked to welcome the visitor.
Seeing that the clerk was interested, Mr. Zhang Wu found it easy to help him. He took out a few coins from his pocket, threw them on the table, wiped his mouth and walked towards Liulichang.
"Fifth Master, stay." Someone shouted from the stall.
Zhang Wuye turned around and saw that it was the people who had just laughed at him, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, you guys want to treat me to a meal? It's not lunch or evening, what kind of meal are you treating me with?"
"Fifth Master, please don't be so mean to me. I know in my heart what the weight of our share is. It's not enough for you. Please stay here because I want to ask you what the newspaper is talking about. What are we talking about?"
If I don’t know a few Chinese characters, why don’t I rely on you as a cultured person?”
As soon as this was said, everyone at the breakfast stall started talking, and someone else said: "I heard someone said that yesterday when we were staying in Guanghe, Professor Gu had a quarrel with Mr. Qian, saying that the house collapsed and the foundation collapsed.
.There is also a gentleman who came back from the West and said that there is a river in Africa with big man-eating fish in it."
"Yangzhou, Suzhou, I know, but where is Africa?"
"Hey! How big must a fish be if it can eat humans?"
A group of people started chatting in the early morning based on the ins and outs they heard elsewhere.
Zhang Wuye thought that there was nothing wrong anyway, so he returned to the stall in a few steps, found a place to sit down, took this morning's newspaper, and started reading. It turned out that someone had written what happened in Guangheju yesterday.
The article was published in today's Beijing News.
The article was not long, just a few hundred words long. Mr. Zhang Wu read it in a short time. After everyone figured out the whole story, they started talking about it again.
"I think Professor Gu is right. We can't throw away the things belonging to our ancestors. Take medical treatment as an example. If someone has a cold and a headache, just grab a few packets of medicine and go home to get through it and get some sleep. If you go
If you go to a Western doctor, the consultation alone costs a fortune, not to mention how expensive the medicines prescribed are."
"Then what if the disease is not detected? I will also be given a piece of ocean?"
"Are you stupid? Whoever is not sick goes to see a doctor?"
"I think Mr. He is right. The man-eating fish in the river are Dongyi. The territory left by the Germans is still occupied by them. The man above us is so arrogant that he dare not say anything.
With one sound, you will know that your own people are beating your own people, and if the quarrel continues like this, there is a chance that things will change again."
"Hey, this guy above us wants to be the emperor!"
"If the sky falls, a tall man will hold it up. As long as we ordinary people have a bowl of food to eat, who will care about that?"
"This bowl of rice is not very tasty. A few years ago, one dollar could buy fifty kilograms of rice. This year, I can buy thirty kilograms. In a few years, I'm afraid I can only buy ten kilograms."
"You are so willing. My family always mixes sorghum with rice."
"By the way, Fifth Master, what do you think about this matter?"
"You have to use your eyes to see, otherwise you still have a nose to see?" Mr. Zhang Wu said nonsense with a toothpick in his mouth.
"Hey! If you don't want to say it, just don't say it."
"So what? We, a bunch of mud-legged people, still want to wink at the superiors? Can we also buy you fifty kilograms of rice? If we have this opportunity, why not take one more train and sell one more bowl of wontons, just to keep the family alive?
"People, please stop talking nonsense, I'm sure you won't be caught as the culprit, and then you won't have room to cry." Zhang Wuye threatened.
"Fifth Master, it's not that serious. Let's just talk and try to make it fresh. These two men are both in the newspapers. If we want to arrest them, we must arrest them!"
"Humph! It's because they were in the newspaper that we didn't arrest them. If you were in the newspaper, we wouldn't arrest you either." Zhang Wuye rolled his eyes and said.
"Hehe. We don't have that ability, but what's the background of this Mr. He? He can speak in front of Professor Gu, so he is a figure after all. Why haven't you heard of this name before?"
"Did you not listen when Mr. Zhang Wu first read the newspaper or something? Mr. He, a native of Huizhou, was born in Nanyang. After his parents died, he went to study in the West for more than ten years and learned a lot of skills. In compliance with his parents' wishes,
Fallen leaves have returned to their roots. I just returned to the country a while ago and now live in Wenhuiju."
"You just came back a while ago, where do you know where to go?"
"Ahem, cough, cough, I didn't hear you clearly."
In short, after the newspaper report, He Qi became famous.
Wenhuiju.
The layout of the shop is the same as usual, with brightly polished glass windows, vases on mahogany Duobao cypresses and Ding Yi placed on the shelves; and stacks of ancient books with white labels in blue cloth covers on the bookshelf.
, there are several calligraphy and paintings, vertical scrolls and couplets hanging on the wall.
But this morning, things were obviously different. As soon as the shop opened, shopkeeper Zhao walked out and someone came in every once in a while. He looked like a respectable person. When he came in, he asked, "Is Mr. He here?", and got Li.
After Yan replied, "Sir, you haven't gotten up yet," these people didn't say anything. They wandered around the shop with their hands behind their backs, looking here and there without buying anything. Li Yan was very nervous and his eyes were not moving at all.
Dare to relax for fear of losing something.
Fortunately, shopkeeper Zhao came back. As soon as the door curtain opened, a chubby figure rushed in. He faced Li Yan out of breath and urgently ordered: "Stop busying now, go to the market to buy some meat.
Come back and pass by Zuixianglou, buy a pot of wine, and then go to the backyard to ask your mistress to cook some side dishes for lunch, then go to Guanghe to order Pan's green steamed fish and mandarin fish."
"By the way, tell the chef in Guangheju not to put coriander in. Mr. doesn't like to eat it." Shopkeeper Zhao specially warned again.
Li Yan was confused after hearing this, thinking that Mr. He was going to move out at the end of the month, what was the master going to do?
"Why aren't you going yet?" Shopkeeper Zhao urged while bending over and holding on to the counter, breathing heavily.
"There are a lot of people in the shop today. Master, please keep an eye on me. I'm going to the market right now." Li Yan looked at the people in the shop.
Only then did Shopkeeper Zhao realize that there were several strangers in the store. He hurriedly waved and stopped Li Yan who was about to go out, saying: "Don't go there yet, keep an eye on it for me, go away."
When they heard that they were the shopkeepers of Wenhuiju, they came over with surprise on their faces. Shopkeeper Zhao greeted them with a smile and asked, "Masters, what are your orders?"
"We are here to visit Mr. He. Can Shopkeeper Zhao go to the backyard to inform us?"
"Yan'er, sir, are you up yet?" Shopkeeper Zhao looked back at Li Yan and asked.
"No! My husband came back late last night. I just took a sneak peek and saw that Gouwa was alone in the courtyard. I'm afraid he hasn't woken up yet." Li Yan answered truthfully.
"Yan'er, watch the tea!" Shopkeeper Zhao ordered, turning around with another smiling face, he said: "Masters, you heard me, sir. I'm still asleep. Why don't you take a few sips of tea first and wait."
"Excuse me, Shopkeeper Zhao!" The man thanked him.
"No trouble!" Shopkeeper Zhao nodded and responded.
"I wonder what kind of books Mr. He usually likes to read?" one of them asked.
"Sir, how can you allow me to talk too much about this matter?" Shopkeeper Zhao said with an apologetic smile.
At this time, Li Yan made a pot of tea and brought it over. Shopkeeper Zhao poured the tea for the three of them one by one. One of them immediately understood and said: "Sir, he just came back to China and lived here with shopkeeper Zhao. I must be here."
There must be something extraordinary about it, Brother Jia and Brother Zhao, why don't we each buy something so that we can take advantage of it."
"Yeah! Not bad!" Only then did the remaining two people react.
When Shopkeeper Zhao heard this, he was very happy and said with a smile: "I wonder what kind of objects you guys would like to pick? Ancient paintings, postcards, unique copies, rubbings, I have them all here."
Just like that, shopkeeper Zhao opened a shop early in the morning and sold three small items. Not to mention how happy he was.
The three people silently put the small items into their bags and took out a notebook. One of them asked: "When did Mr. He return to China?"
Shopkeeper Zhao took the money and started working immediately. He raised his head and recalled: "One morning about ten days ago, a large ship arrived at Pingjin Port. Mr. Zhao, who had been wandering for more than 20 years, finally returned to his motherland.
Boat, the husband was so excited that he knelt on the ground and kissed the ground. Someone asked the husband, why is this? The husband said that I love my motherland and I want to kiss it."
These people's eyes gleamed when they heard it, and they immediately wrote it down.
Shopkeeper Zhao chuckled and continued: "."
The pens in these people's hands continued to write.