063 Roast suckling pig
That night, the master and apprentice compiled a detailed first aid method, with the first aid steps divided into one, two, three, and four, which were clear and easy to understand.
When his young apprentice began to snore softly, Sun Sicheng, who couldn't sleep, got up and copied another copy, hiding it carefully.
This time when I came to Jiangnan, I met an equally powerful opponent here, and both sides refused to compromise on some issues.
Ben still thought it was difficult to deal with, but with these two first aid methods, he already had the corresponding methods in mind.
Relax your mind and take these people out for a good shopping tomorrow.
If these two first aid methods can save Baicaotang from crisis, he will definitely compensate his little disciple well.
I wonder what else the old man taught Ping An? Ping An said that he would first teach him two first aid methods. Could there be something else he didn't expect?
In theory, Ping An can be taught a lot in two days. Ping An has an excellent memory, so he will definitely remember a lot, right?
His heart was getting anxious again, but he didn't feel comfortable asking any more questions.
After all, this is a gift given to children as a token of gratitude, and it is a unique skill.
You don't have to give all of it to the master, you can give it all to Baicaotang.
But he was the kind of person who, if he occasionally heard of a particularly good folk remedy hundreds of miles away, would rush over, regardless of whether he could get it or not.
Now I know that the young apprentice may have some unexpected skills, such as the two prescriptions for heart disease he took out, and the two first aid methods he took out today.
These were things that had never been heard of in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it could be said that their price could not be estimated by silver.
It is a good life-saving recipe.
Ping An didn't know whether his master could sleep or not. For him, taking out some prescriptions from later generations could not only help his master, but also save many lives. It would also bring him many hidden benefits. It was killing three birds with one stone, so why not do it?
The dawn is rising.
Sun Sicheng and his group all got up. Since it was not convenient to practice martial arts in the inn, Da Wu took seven or eight people to an empty yard in the city, where he had been several times.
People who practice martial arts should avoid laziness. Unless there are special circumstances, they should practice diligently every day.
Ping'an was not opposed to this, and Erqiang was happy to accept it. Since Qingshi followed Ping'an, of course he would follow his master's ideas in everything, and learn the skills himself.
After breakfast, Sun Sicheng set off with everyone.
The June sun was already very strong, and the eleven people took two carriages. After all, they were not like some women who wandered around aimlessly. Instead, they looked for some very good and famous shops to have a look and make some purchases.
Ping An finally took a ten-liang silver note, but two liang was still not enough.
Sun Sicheng took them directly to Fan Lane.
This entire long alley is filled with fans, and is bustling with people coming and going.
Fans are used for a long time. Except for two particularly cold months, in the other ten months, many men, especially scholars, like to hold a fan in their hands, not to fan themselves, but to follow the wind.
Jixiang drove the car to a shop and stopped it. He did not get off the car but planned to stay and look after the horses.
As for fans, just having an ordinary one for summer is enough, and the others make no difference to him.
Erqiang didn't want to look at the fan either. He only had a few hundred coins in his pocket and would not touch it easily.
He was now just looking forward to having roast suckling pig for lunch.
In the end, only the master and his apprentice and Sun Wen entered the shop. After thinking about it, Qingshi followed them in.
Ping An was dazzled by the various kinds of fans. The largest one took up half a wall. These fans could only be used as decorations. There were all kinds of fans, including paper and silk ones.
The round fans used by women are small and exquisite, and can be plain, colorful, with a few lines of short poems, or with clusters of flowers.
Ping'an was dazzled. He saw the master and the gentleman were choosing fans. They seemed to be very familiar with the shopkeeper and didn't even talk about the price.
He can't do it, he is still poor.
Pointing at the small round fan, he asked the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, how much is this round fan?"
"Young Master, this kind of silk is eighty wen a bunch, and this kind of satin is two hundred wen a bunch."
"What about this ordinary folding fan?"
"Young Master, ordinary folding fans with few words and small patterns are cheap, and one hundred coins are enough. For those with good calligraphy but the writer is not famous enough, the price is two hundred coins a piece. For those with good paintings, it is a little more expensive, three hundred coins a piece. Depending on the famous artist, the price varies from person to person, and there are fans that cost five or ten taels or even twenty or thirty taels a piece."
He didn’t introduce the most expensive one, as such a young child wouldn’t spend a hundred taels of silver to buy a fan.
It’s expensive. It’s still expensive.
"Can't it be cheaper?"
The shopkeeper seemed to be in a good mood, still laughing and saying, "If you buy a lot, you can give me a little less."
Qingshi stood behind the young master from beginning to end without saying a word.
Ping'an picked out a round fan with a silk surface, and also asked for a satin one. He also picked out three folding fans, one for himself and two for his father. He couldn't just give the fans to his mother and forget about his father.
Forget about the second strongest.
"Qingshi, pick one and I'll give it to you."
Qingshi smiled and said, "Master Ping'an, I will buy it myself."
His father had a lot, and his mother had some too, but this time he had no intention of buying any back, even though his mother stuffed him with a lot of silver when he went out.
"Pick one and I'll give it to you."
Qingshi stopped pushing and picked up one that was worth a hundred cents.
Ping An thought about it and decided to give one to Er Qiang.
"Young Master, seven and eight make a total of seven hundred and eighty coins. You give me seven hundred and fifty coins, and I'll take the change."
Ping An was about to pay when Sun Sicheng spoke up: "Ping An, why do you always take the cheapest ones? Pick some good ones and let the master pay."
"Master, no need for that. It's a waste to use good ones when going out."
Sun Sicheng stopped looking at him and said to the shopkeeper, "Keep these seven and count them together later."
Ping'an said nothing and pulled Qingshi to sit on the stool next to him. He was not very interested in the fan. He used to use air conditioners in his previous life. Who would have the patience to fan this?
It’s not possible here. There are no electrical appliances. We can only use this kind of fan in the summer.
Sun Sicheng was very interested in this and wanted to take some to give as gifts, so he filled a backpack with all sorts of things.
Qingshi got two, and Dawu and his friends also each got two ordinary folding fans, which they gave to Qingshi.
They were safely packed in one package, about ten in total.
Ping An picked up the most common ones and put them around his waist, and put the rest into his backpack.
I saw the master took out a silver note of one hundred taels to pay, but he didn't even give me a penny in change.
The world of the rich is not something a poor man like him can imagine.
Qingshi went out and distributed the folding fans, then ran into the car. The sun was getting hotter.
Sun Sicheng took his apprentice to a clothing store and pushed Ping'an to try on several sets of summer clothes and also asked for several pairs of shoes.
These materials are much better than those made by my mother, and are indeed high-end.
Half an hour later, we finally arrived at Daxing Restaurant.
The roast suckling pig was ordered in the morning, and once the guests enter the private room, they can eat in half an hour at most.
At this time, the fan came into play.
Sun Wen asked quietly, "Young Master, why are you in such a good mood today? So maybe I should order a pot of peach wine?"
Sun Sicheng rolled his eyes at him and said, "Bamboo Green Wine is good enough, why would you want Peach Blossom Wine? Peach Blossom Wine is three times as much as Bamboo Green Wine."
When the golden yellow roasted suckling pig with a charred aroma was placed on the table, Sun Sicheng still ordered a pot of peach blossom wine.
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