Chapter 10 Chapter 10 The next day, Zhao Bosheng got up late...
The next day, Zhao Bosheng got up late and hurried to the stall. He put down nine copper coins and asked for two non-spicy ones and one spicy one to try.
After eating the pie, he thought about it all day long. He felt saliva secreting in his mouth when he thought about it. He thought that it would be great if he could eat it again.
I always feel energetic all day after eating pie.
He particularly likes some of the delicious foods that he can never forget.
Song Fuxue remembered the young man in the robe, so she wrapped the pie and handed it to him, then asked with a smile, "Are you studying? How far have you progressed?"
He couldn't help asking in his heart.
The goal that he had been thinking about and working hard for when he was young was difficult to touch again for the time being, and he missed it very much.
"I should study The Doctrine of the Mean! But I want to understand the philosophy of mind. After I pass the provincial examination, I will go to Yangming Academy to study The Complete Works of Wang Wenchenggong." His eyes were shining and he was full of vigor and vitality.
When he enrolled in this private school, the teacher was very good at teaching and said that he should have no problem taking the examination for the title of Tongsheng this time, but he was young and wanted to study more and get a better ranking.
He thought a lot in his mind, but said nothing. He took the pie, waved his hand, and left quickly.
When he returned to the private school, he saw that it was getting late, so he started eating with big mouthfuls.
His deskmate smelled the aroma and felt itchy. He came over and asked, "What is this? Is it delicious? Can you finish it?"
He asked three questions in a row, each one indicating that he wanted to eat.
Zhao Bosheng, as a teenager, had a big appetite, so he could finish it all. But out of friendship, he still offered a piece and asked with a smile, "Would you like to try it?"
His deskmate was called Huang Guan, who was about the same age as him and was at the age where he could swallow a cow. After breakfast, he could still stuff himself with the pie when he saw it.
The crust is fried and has a strong wheat aroma. It tastes very crispy. The meat filling is also chopped very well, with large pieces of meat. The gravy is rich and the taste is particularly good.
"Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, Zhao Bosheng, where did you buy it? It's really delicious. I'll buy some tomorrow too."
Huang Guan finished the pie in two bites, and then he set his eyes on the lotus leaf bun on the table.
"There's a sycamore tree right in front of Chaoqian Street. You can recognize it at a glance." Zhao Bosheng didn't give him the chance to grab the pie. He directly opened the lotus leaf and started eating it happily.
It smells so good.
The meals in the private school focus on health, and are home-cooked meals made by the teacher's wife. She likes to eat light vegetarian food and does not see any meat all day long, which has a unique flavor.
But I get hungry very easily.
Zhao Bosheng thought that with these pies to fill his stomach, he would not be hungry all afternoon.
However--
He just took a bite.
The lotus leaf bag was snatched away.
Several teenagers gathered together, and the things they grabbed were particularly delicious. They took a bite and the pie, which was not big to begin with, disappeared in an instant.
Zhao Bosheng:?
A herd of livestock.
He knew this would happen.
If eating outside wasn't considered indecent, he would definitely finish his meal before coming back and would never give them the chance to snatch his food.
"This pie is sold under the sycamore tree in front of the street. You can buy it yourself and don't steal it from me." Zhao Bosheng was not full and was unhappy.
Everyone who mocked me yesterday: Remember this!
then:
Song Mian had just set up his stall and baked a row of delicious pies. He planned to put them aside so that he wouldn't have to rush if diners came to buy them.
When she saw Zhao Bosheng coming over, she greeted him with a smile: "Same as yesterday?"
"I want three spicy ones and one non-spicy one." He deliberately had an empty stomach in the morning, just waiting to eat more pies.
He even thought somewhat resentfully that even if it was not elegant to have breakfast outside, he would still finish his meal before returning home, to avoid being robbed and going hungry.
Song Fuxue made pies for him as instructed, with an exceptionally gentle expression. It looked like the child had the energy to study hard, and he liked him very much.
Zhao Bosheng was chatting when a few young men with bright smiles came running from afar.
"Good boy, you're buying pie again."
"Boss, we want two non-spicy ones too."
"I want one spicy and one not spicy."
"I want two that are not spicy."
Several people were talking about their requests at the same time. Song Fuxue listened attentively, occasionally glanced at them, and quickly sorted them out.
He collected money with one hand, packed the cakes with the other, and was also responsible for delivering the cakes.
"Hey, you can remember all this?"
Huang Guan was surprised to find that there were no mistakes.
Song Fuxue smiled. His father was known as a child prodigy, while his title was "quasi-father".
"Come back if you like it." Song Mian took a handful of copper coins, feeling happy, and reminded with a smile.
Huang Guan immediately took a bite of the pie and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.
"It's so delicious!" he exclaimed.
Several students walked away laughing and joking all the way.
Song Fuxue stared at it for a while, then looked away.
They had been selling pies under the sycamore tree for a few days and had some understanding of the area. Qinghe Town had produced a prime minister, so naturally there was some policy bias. The originally poor town had become an important road to Beijing because of the construction of the official road. The people were open-minded and relatively wealthy.
Song Fuxue even suspected that they were the only truly poor family, and their pockets were cleaner than their faces.
The pies sold better than he had imagined, and he had so many repeat customers that he no longer had to solicit them or shout out his wares.
"How about we prepare seven pounds of meat tomorrow?" Song Fuxue thought, this way we can earn a little more and have a warm winter.
Song Mian glanced at the sun in the sky and estimated the time based on its position. It was still early and most of the meat had been sold. If he added two more pounds of meat, he would probably be able to sell it all.
"Okay." She nodded.
One inconvenience of selling food in the summer is that meat spoils particularly easily.
If the meat you get at four in the morning is left until noon, it will become stale, turn white on the outside, and lose its elasticity. It will also become sour if used to make stuffing.
If it can’t be sold, it will go bad. Seven kilograms is the safest weight.
"Give me two spicy pies." Someone came to buy pies, and the two stopped talking.
After Song Mian fried and roasted the last bit of stuffing, he shared it with Song Fuxue.
"Those who learned to wear silk and satin before didn't understand what it meant because they were not silkworm farmers. Now it's my turn to sell pies, but I eat the least. Only then did I realize the pain." Song Mian finished eating and took another sip of water.
The tired and exhausted state was instantly cleared away.
She filled her own bamboo tube with pure spiritual spring water, and filled Song Fuxue's bamboo tube with well water plus a drop of spiritual spring water. This way, she could improve his health without causing any problems too quickly.
"Let's go home."
Song Fuxue packed up the cart and was about to leave when he saw a young man on horseback, charging through the crowd. He was about to dodge when the young man whipped him: "Untouchable! You're looking for death!"
His face changed drastically, and considering that Song Mian was still behind him, he just held on and didn't dodge.
On the contrary, the young man had little strength, and the whip he swung was also weak. The wind from the whip ruffled his hair, but did not hit his body.
Song Mian was startled. She quickly pulled Song Fuxue aside and looked him up and down. He had so many wounds on his body, it would be bad if he got hit again.
"Dad, are you okay?" She was so panicked.
After traveling through time, he jumped into the well to save someone and fainted. He had never really seen the rich and powerful people of today. Now, looking at the other party walking around in gorgeous clothes and whipping him without hesitation, he had a deeper understanding of what rich and powerful people are.
Song Fuxue pursed her lips and slowly exhaled.
"It's okay." He gritted his teeth secretly.
After saying that, he packed up his things and pushed the cart to leave again.
Unexpectedly, a steward came over, bowed, and handed over a silver ingot. He said humbly, "My young master startled the horse and nearly injured you two. This is a small compensation. Please don't mind."
Song Fuxue's expression was calm, and she said politely, "Your young master didn't hurt me, so there's no need to compensate me."
The steward looked at the cotton coats on the two men and felt a sense of incongruity. Their demeanor and conversation were not like those of ordinary civilians, but the way they dressed and acted were indeed those of ordinary people.
He just came to clean up the mess. Seeing that the other party didn't dare to take the silver, he put it into his sleeve, turned around and left.
Song Mian glanced over and sighed.
"There are also playboys in small towns?"
Song Fuxue was pushing the cart in front. Upon hearing this, he casually replied, "There are still people like us who have fallen on hard times in this small town. What's the big deal about a playboy?"
Song Mian thought about it and felt that her father was right.
There are really many hidden talents among the people, and everything is normal.
After putting on the veil hat, the scorching sun that hurt my face was blocked a little, and I felt much more comfortable overall.
"Go home, go home! It's too hot outside." Song Mian's back was soaked with sweat. She was actually a little used to this heat without air conditioning.
Song Fuxue shook his head and laughed.
This child was unusually steady all day long. He was afraid that the blow would be too great and would make her withdraw into herself, but he didn't expect that she would look even more relaxed.
Song Mian walked aside and watched Song Fuxue pushing the cart. He was sweating profusely.
"When we make money, we'll buy a little donkey so that we can have an easier life." She felt a little sorry for this father who had fallen from the sky.
Song Fuxue smiled and said, "Well, when we have money, we will buy a little donkey."
Days like this seem quite hopeful.
"If it doesn't rain soon, the leaves will dry up." Song Mian didn't know much about farming, but when he kicked the soybean seedlings on the roadside, the leaves broke into pieces. Even if he didn't know anything, he could tell that something was wrong.
"There's nothing that can be done about this kind of drought."
Song Fuxue was worried.
Fine dust was flying on the official road.
The two men walked on the fine soil and under the scorching sun, striding towards Songjia Village.
Along the way, I met many elderly farmers who were tanned to the color of soy sauce and were very dark. When they were talking and laughing, I could still see white grooves between their wrinkles that were not tanned.
Among a group of thin people, an occasional fat white person would stand out.
People like Song Fuxue and Song Mian, who are good-looking, fair-skinned and gentle, will be taken a second look by everyone.
Just like looking at the scenery.
Song Mian frowned and put on his veil hat silently.
She comes from the modern era, and she doesn't feel ashamed to be looked at by others, but it is still shameful to be looked at like a monkey.
"Dad, you don't need to come tomorrow. Take good care of your injuries." Song Mian felt sorry for him when he saw the injuries on his body, while he himself acted as if nothing had happened.
"I'm worried about you coming here. I can accompany you and do a lot of work." Song Fuxue shook his head.
He already felt guilty for letting his daughter work hard to make a living. If he continued to ignore her, what kind of person would he be?
He was also reluctant to leave, always worried that his child would be bullied outside, and that he would be able to stand up to some of the bullying.
"Okay then." Song Mian accepted it happily.
When the two got home, they saw an unfamiliar little girl sitting at the door. She had a round face and was looking at the soles of Wenlanna's shoes curiously.
"This is Sun Erya, the daughter-in-law that Aunt Zhao just married. I asked her to come visit my house and get to know people." Wenlan explained with a smile.
"Sister-in-law." Song Mian greeted politely.
Sun Erya looked at Song Mian with amazement in her eyes. She praised: "Sister, you are so beautiful, just like the fairy in the painting."
Song Mian curved his lips and smiled.
"Sister-in-law, please sit down first. I'll go back to the house to wash up." She greeted with a smile, and then went back to the house. She had been sunbathing outside for half a day, and her body was covered with oil and sweat. She felt smelly and sticky, which was very uncomfortable. She had to take a shower and change clothes to feel comfortable.
After tidying herself up, she came out.
Song Zhuo held the large bowl in his hand, smiling with his eyebrows curved: "Sister, I have boiled water for you."
Song Chi said attentively, "I helped my brother get the big bowl."
He smiled and touched the two children's heads, then picked up the big bowl and drank it all.
"So good." She praised with a smile.
Song Chi raised his pale little face and smiled softly.
After a few days of rest, the two children's injuries had healed a lot, leaving only light pink scars on their faces. With Lingquan there, there was no need to worry about scars.
But Wenlan didn't know it and secretly shed a lot of tears.
With her face injured, it would be difficult to get married in the future, but being alive was the best outcome. She comforted herself and told herself not to think too much.
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