Summer in Bianjing is gradually coming to an end.
Since Li Gou left, the quality of food in Taixue Restaurant has dropped to another level.
The soup was truly a clear and refreshing soup. Even if Zhang Yue used the secret of scooping soup, it would not help. Even the original Taixue steamed buns from the March 8 trial were gone.
Zhang Yue and his roommates couldn't bear it any longer, so they all went out to have a toothpaste ceremony outside Taixue.
Everyone was not going anywhere else, but to a famous soup cake shop next to Taixue.
Since the arrival of summer, the business of this soup cake shop has been booming.
Zhang Yue and several others from his room went to the soup cake shop and sat down, all asking for a piece of cold locust leaf soup.
This cold locust leaf tao is also a specialty in Bianjing. Su Shi's poem said, "The cold taohuai leaf is ice on the teeth, and the soup cake and yokan are hot in the stomach." This is the delicacy of Bianjing.
After the cold locust leaf soup was served, everyone ate it happily. The noodles were made from locust leaf juice and flour, and were cooled with well water. When you eat it, it is extremely cold and refreshing in your mouth. The taste is indescribable.
Among everyone, Sun Guo ate the noodles very quickly and slurped, but after a while he finished a large bowl of Sophora japonica Lengtao.
Everyone joked: "Sun Da, don't you chew the noodles?"
Sun Guo laughed and said, "We Xijing people never chew noodles when we eat it."
Zhang Yue heard this and thought to himself that the legendary Qin people's custom of eating noodles without chewing it has been around for such a long time. He thought it was an allusion to Su Shi and Su Che.
Zhang Yue thought that these two brothers were banished to the south by Zhang Dun. On the way, they met a soup cake seller and went in to eat noodles. Su Che looked at the poor noodles and couldn't eat them, but Su Shi finished them in a hurry.
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Su Che looked at it and asked: "Brother, you are so awesome, how did you eat it?"
Su Shi laughed and said: "Jiusanlang, you still chew the noodles?"
After Qin Guan learned about this, he said that Su Shi ate noodles just like he drank wine. He just drank it, no matter what the taste was.
Everyone was chatting and laughing for a while. Sun Guo had a big appetite, but he couldn't bring himself to order another bowl of noodles, so he shouted to the store owner: "Uncle."
When the shopkeeper arrived, he said to Sun Guo: "What are your orders, sir?"
"Another bowl of milky water!" Sun Guoyan said.
Zhang Yue saw him and said, "I'll give Brother Sun another bowl of noodles."
"Okay, what toppings?"
Zhang Yue said: "Just lean meat topping."
Sun Guo smiled. He loved to eat lean meat with noodles, but Zhang Yue always remembered it in his heart.
Zhang Yue patted his shoulder and said, "Just go ahead and eat."
Sun Guo smiled sheepishly.
Everyone ate the cold food with big mouthfuls, which relieved the heat a little.
After eating, Zhang Yue was about to collect the money, but he realized that Huang Lu had already settled the money calmly. As for Fan Zuyu, who wanted to collect the money secretly, he was a step slower.
Although Huang Lu was not the richest person in the house, he was the most generous with his dealings, and he was eager to put people in trouble, but he never wanted to take credit for it afterwards.
The five of them finished eating their noodles and looked back at Taixue while walking and chatting.
Fan Zuyu occasionally mentioned that the imperial court wanted to build residences for hundreds of officials, so some private houses were demolished. After hearing this, Zhang Yue couldn't help but ask: "How much compensation did the imperial court pay?"
"It's just a piece of land in the north of the city."
Zhang Yue said: "From the inner city to the outside, wouldn't it be a loss of money?"
Huang Lu said: "It's great to be able to do this. In the past, the imperial court would not subsidize the people when they demolished private houses. Emperor Taizong wanted to expand the palace several times, but he gave up because he couldn't bear the expansion and the people would have no fixed place to live."
Zhang Yue was stunned for a while.
Huang Haoyi suddenly sighed: "Even so, I still want to have a spare room in Bianjing."
Zhang Yue listened to Huang Haoyi's words and wondered if he remembered his previous experience of being divorced and the ruined big house.
Sun Guo on the side shook his head and said: "Silang, this is difficult. There are quite a lot of officials living in Bianjing's houses now. Besides, even if I buy it, you won't live in it. You have to stay in Taixue at night."
Huang Haoyi heard this and said, "Why can't we live in it? After I get married, I can also settle down with my family. Even if I am alone now, I can rent out the house in the future and charge some crazy money, isn't it good?"
Sun Guo said: "That's true. Many people in Bianjing are crazy about money to support their families. The clothes in winter and summer are all provided by crazy money. Food and drink on weekdays are all provided by crazy money. If you have some livelihood,
, I can still go to a restaurant and live a leisurely life compared to running around and working all day long."
Huang Haoyi sighed: "No wonder it is called crazy money. The money earned in this way does not require knowledge or hard work. It can ensure harvests during droughts and floods. You can make money all year round. You can just sit at home all day long. I wish I had a room."
Everyone chatted for a while, but no one took it to heart, but Zhang Yue was reminded.
Zhang Yue now has more than a thousand dollars, but he was not in a hurry to buy a house, but thinking about his experience when he went to Xiang Qijia for a wedding banquet that day, Zhang Yue felt that he still needed to have a house.
Zhang Yue remembers that during a blind date, when a girl would ask him directly or sideways whether he had a house or a mortgage, Zhang Yue would feel a little ashamed no matter how he answered with words.
If you don’t have it, you don’t have it. You don’t have enough confidence.
What impressed Zhang Yue most deeply was a certain advertisement, in which an ordinary-looking man met his fiancée's parents in a hotel for the first time. At first, his parents-in-law were very dissatisfied.
As a result, this man escaped with all the real estate certificates, celebrity photos, prestigious school education, luxury car keys, and various black and gold cards. The father-in-law's face changed greatly, and finally he shouted, "Waiter, order!"
No matter how good the relationship is, it cannot escape the gravity of reality.
Buying a house is not just for getting married, it can also be used to collect money.
And there is nothing wrong with buying a house in the capital area with your eyes closed. Before Jingkang, the top-class mansions in Bianjing were worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Zhang Yue suddenly remembered that when he passed by Chen Xiang's house that day, he saw a door post in front of a house.
No matter what, take a look first before talking, whether you want to buy it or not, whether you can't afford it or not.
So Zhang Yue dressed up and went straight to Chen Xiang's house during the first lunar month.
Zhang Yue went to the door and took a look. The sticker on the door was still there. It seemed that the house had not been sold yet.
At first glance, the house seems to be quite old.
Because it was still early, Zhang Yue stepped on the 'plate' first. He looked around and saw that ordinary people lived here. There were not only six or seven restaurants and teahouses, but also two or three brothels.
Although this is a slum in Bianjing, it has a very lively atmosphere.
Thinking about it, Zhang Yue quite likes such an old and young man. At least the neighbors know that he is kind and he is also very enthusiastic about gossip. If you bring a girl to your house at night, they can tell you the girl's three-generation history the next day. listen.
They will rush to tell you where the food is cheaper on weekdays, supermarket sales, etc.
Living here, Zhang Yue always feels that you don't have to work too hard in life. Living so leisurely, even haggling with the vegetable seller and fussing over every detail is a first-class pleasure in life.
Soon the door of this house opened, and there was a middle-aged woman carrying a bucket as if she was going to fetch water from the well at the entrance of the alley.
When Zhang Yue saw him, he bowed and asked, "May I ask this lady if you want to sell a house here?"
Although this woman looked simple, she was also very capable. She smiled and said, "What? Are you going to look at the house on behalf of your elders?"
Zhang Yue patted the dust on his robe and said, "I don't need anyone else to make the decision."
The woman was still hesitant.
"Madam, let this scholar come in!" someone called from inside the room.
Zhang Yue walked into the yard and looked around. The layout was actually similar to the house in Pucheng's hometown.
My house is surrounded by a fence, but this house is surrounded by an earthen wall.
There is a small yard inside, with some chickens and ducks on the left, and a large urn with water in it on the right.
The middle-aged man was busy weaving rattan and said to Zhang Yue: "Xiu Cai, see for yourself, we don't have a living room or a side room here, just two rooms inside and outside."
Zhang Yue thought to himself that it is much smaller than his own home, but if a first floor is added in the future, it will be more spacious.
But Bianjing is not as good as Pucheng.
Pucheng is very humid and it is best not to live on the first floor, but Bianjing can.
Zhang Yue walked into the door and saw the woman carrying the bucket without putting it down. She looked like she didn't believe she could buy a house.
Zhang Yue didn't care and walked in directly.
Zhang Yue looked at the kitchen stove in the outer room, a small square dining table, and two chairs on the side. He opened the curtain and walked to the inner room. A bed took up half of the room. In addition, there were clothes hangers, a washbasin, and nothing else. There are plenty of miscellaneous things.
After Zhang Yue read it, he went out. The middle-aged man asked: "Do you like the scholar? I have seen three or five buyers, and two or three said they would go back and wait for news."
Zhang Yue said: "It's quite quiet here."
The man stood up after hearing Zhang Yue's tone and said, "Of course."
Zhang Yue asked: "How much is it worth?"
The man said: "I asked my neighbors before, this house is worth 1,100 guan, and I won't sell it for less than this price."
Zhang Yue understood that the process of selling a house in the Song Dynasty was very cumbersome.
For example, if you ask your relatives and neighbors, how should you ask?
First, list your neighbors and relatives on a ledger, and then put the sale price in this ledger. Ask your relatives and neighbors one by one, and if they are allowed to sell the house, put a deposit on it.
When the house is sold later, it can only be sold for a price higher than this price and not lower than this price.
Zhang Yue knew that the average house price in Bianjing was 1,300 guan. Considering the location here, 1,100 guan was quite reasonable.
However, Zhang Yue remembered that the deed tax in the Song Dynasty was 4%, and the price for renting a fang later was 1,200 guan.
In this way, Zhang Yue was still short of several dozen guan, but borrowing the money would not be a problem.
The man and the woman looked at Zhang Yue who seemed to be making plans, and couldn't help but smile.
"I'll think about it when I go back. I don't care about these two days anyway."
Zhang Yue said: "Can I see the account book?"
The couple looked at each other, and the middle-aged man said to the woman: "Go get it and show it to the young man."
The woman was a little reluctant, but finally went to the house to get it and showed it to Zhang Yue.
Zhang Yue confirmed the account book and said, "Okay, you better show it to others. I bought this house."
The woman's face changed from suspicion at the beginning to surprise and she said: "Xiao Langjun, you have really good taste. If nothing else, our house is definitely one of the best in Bianjing City."
The man ignored the exaggeration in the other person's words and said, "I'll go to Fang Ya right now and make a written deed, and then go to the Yamen to make a white deed."
Zhang Yue looked at the two of them and said, "Don't be busy now. I'll invite Fang Ya myself. When the time comes to get the order, I will give you the money first. But the white deed is not counted in the government. After we make the red deed,
If everything is paid in full, what do you two think?"
Hearing this, the man and woman looked at each other and thought that this man was young, but he had a good reputation.