【008】The old man doesn't like to hear the son's words
The next day, Su Ping got up early and copied books as usual.
Not long after copying, Zhiqin came to him and asked if he wanted to try Yangjing's breakfast.
No need to think about it?
Definitely go.
The food in the Duke's Mansion is good, with all kinds of delicacies, but the problem lies in this delicacy.
For an authentic modern person, breakfast must still be soy milk and fried dough sticks, and old noodle steamed buns are more palatable.
Just like that, when the sky was slightly bright, Su Ping, who was dressed in a brocade robe, followed Zhiqin and the others onto the carriage.
At this time, Shanghua Street was deserted, and the gates of various high-level courtyards were closed tightly, like sleeping giants.
The carriage moved forward slowly until it left Shanghua Street and was gradually surrounded by noise.
"Baozi, just out of the cage! Steamed buns with thin skin and big fillings!"
"Two scallion pancakes for one penny!"
"Lao Liuji's soy milk! Three pennies is all you need!"
"..."
Before he arrived at Dongshi, Su Ping was distracted by the fragrant aroma.
Zhiqin asked a little funny: "Compared to these, the food in the house is obviously more precious, but Mr. Su seems to have the opposite."
"You don't understand that what suits you is the most precious."
A smile appeared on Su Ping's face.
The two of them looked thoughtful.
"Huh?"
Su Ping, who was looking around, suddenly discovered a problem, "Why are they all just vendors? Don't those halls do morning market business?"
Along the carriage, there were vendors. The doors of the shops on both sides were closed. What was even more bizarre was that these vendors had a variety of businesses. In addition to breakfast, they also sold rouge, gouache, antique calligraphy and painting, and herbalists.
"Master Su doesn't know something."
Zhiqin smiled and explained: "This is a rule set by the Holy One today. Merchants can only open their doors for business at Chen hour. Before that, merchants can set up stalls on any street. Once Chen hour arrives, the inner city area
No merchants are allowed to stay."
"oh?"
Su Ping raised his eyebrows.
There is something about this emperor.
Time-sharing management and zoning management are not uncommon, but for the benefit of small merchants, it is the first time to limit the business hours of merchants.
Regardless of whether it has any effect, at least the emperor is very courageous.
Su Ping suddenly became interested in the current Emperor Yongtai.
Not long after, the carriage arrived at the East Market next to Ganlufang.
This is the most prosperous and lively place in Yangjing.
Any business that can be put on the table can be found here.
Of course, during the morning market time, the East Market is also occupied by traders.
Su Ping stopped the carriage outside the archway of the East Market, got out of the carriage with two maids, and walked around to a stall.
"Old man, three bowls of soy milk and six fried dough sticks."
Su Ping shouted and found an empty table to sit down.
This is the place Zhihua had inquired about in advance. He said that in the whole of Yangjing, this place has the most fragrant soy milk and the crispiest fried dough sticks.
"Okay~"
Soon, hot soy milk and golden fried dough sticks were served.
The stall owner was an old man in his fifties, with a dark face full of wrinkles and an abnormally stiff and slow right hand.
Noticing Su Ping's gaze, the old man smiled sheepishly and said: "The wounds left by the battle cannot be planted in the ground, so we can only come out to beg for food."
"fight?"
Su Ping became interested.
He really wanted to see a war involving extraordinary power.
"They are not those barbarians who kill with a thousand swords."
The old man cursed fiercely, and then felt a little ashamed, "Hey, one of the seven of us was killed, and I was the only one who died. If support hadn't come..."
"Are the barbarians so powerful?"
Su Ping was surprised.
I have always heard about barbarians and barbarians, and I thought it was just a derogatory name for a branch of the human race. Now it seems that they are not the same race at all.
"Isn't that right? Those barbarians are as strong as bears when they are born."
The old man was quite dissatisfied, "At that time, except for a few second-level warriors, there was no way they could even think of fighting against barbarians."
"How did you win?" Su Ping asked.
Second-level warriors are not cabbages. Not everyone in the army can be one, and most of them are just ordinary people.
How did the old man survive?
"Because Mr. Dingguo is here."
In an instant, the old man straightened his back, his humble posture disappeared, and a sense of pride emerged from his bones, "That was the first time Duke Dingguo led troops to fight against the barbarians, and it was also the first time Daqing defeated the barbarians!"
"You don't know that Duke Dingguo's soldiers are like gods. In the first battle, he killed 20,000 barbarians..."
The old man said excitedly to himself, but Su Ping was stunned when he heard it.
It was really unimaginable for him to be able to use military skills to eliminate such a huge inherent disadvantage.
Zhiqin and Zhihua stood behind him, their faces flushed with excitement, whispering something.
The old man kept talking, and finally someone interrupted him. The old man was even a little dissatisfied, with a look of unfinished expression on his face.
Su Ping finished a bowl of soy milk and four fried dough sticks by himself. Zhiqin and Zhihua refused to sit down. They just stood there and each took a bite of the fried dough sticks. They frowned and reluctantly swallowed it. They didn't eat the other ones, but the soy milk was.
Finished.
When it was time to pay the bill after eating and drinking, the old man was in trouble.
"Here... Miss, do you have some scattered silver ingots? I can't find them here, old man."
The old man rummaged around in the cash box for a long time, but the total was less than one tael, so he had to hold the silver ingot and hand it back to Zhiqin.
"If you can't find it, don't look for it yet. Old man, please remember our appearance. Next time we come here to eat, just prepare it in advance."
Su Ping said with a smile.
"How can this be done..." The old man was very embarrassed.
"Since the young master has said so, let's do it."
Zhiqin reached out and pushed the silver ingot back.
And with this push, a problem arises.
The old man suddenly saw the flame-like decoration on Zhiqin's cuffs, his eyes widened suddenly, and his hands holding the ingot trembled.
"You, are you from Duke Dingguo's mansion?"
The old man looked at Zhiqin with a look, and his voice became a little strange.
"yes."
Zhiqin nodded naturally, not feeling surprised.
This is a long-standing tradition in Zhongzhou. Families with hereditary titles will add some subtle patterns to their clothes to show their status.
The decorations of the Duke's Mansion are in the shape of fire. The servants' ones are on the cuffs, and the master's are on the lapels. Everyone in the capital can recognize them.
"Hey~ why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The old man wiped his hands and the silver ingot with the hem of his clothes, and then stuffed it back into Zhiqin's hand without any explanation, "Since you are from the Duke's mansion, I can't even ask for this money."
"this……"
Zhiqin was a little confused and turned back to look at Su Ping.
Su Ping came over and advised: "Old man, it's not easy for you to make a living, so you'd better accept the money."
"Sir, this old man doesn't like to hear what you say."
The old man straightened his face, "Although I have never served as a soldier under the Duke of Guo, if it weren't for the Duke of Guo in that battle, the old man would have been dead long ago. How could I still enjoy the peace like now?"
"
"If you don't mind the old man's skill, he will be very happy. If you charge more money, can you still call me?"
"If the old brothers knew about it, they would go all the way to Yangjing to beg for food and eat the old man alive."
The old man scratched his neck, his dark face full of stubbornness, and his good hand slapped his chest loudly.
"Master, if you like this old man's craftsmanship, you can eat for a hundred years without paying a penny. Even if the old man doesn't live that long, he still has sons and grandsons..."