Chapter 77: A Man of His Words
Their tax payment and transaction patterns seem to be different from those of ordinary small vendors, and most of them have fixed locations.
"I'm here again. Do you still remember me?" Sang Yu asked with a smile while standing in front of the stall.
The bearded stall owner was stunned at first, then quickly remembered who she was. "You are... Oh! I remember now! Little girl, you really came?"
He thought Sang Yu was just talking yesterday, but he didn't expect her to actually come today.
Seeing that he still remembered her, Sang Yu felt relieved and continued to ask, "Does what you said yesterday still count?"
The bearded man thought the girl in front of him was quite amusing. He laughed heartily, "Hahaha, of course it counts. Do you have enough money today? If you don't have 150 coins, I won't sell you."
"Here's the money, a total of one hundred and fifty coins. Please count it and see if it's correct."
Sang Yu directly handed over the basket in his hand, lifted the leaves covering the top, and inside were shiny black copper coins.
The bearded man was very experienced in counting money. He simply poured out all the copper coins in the basket and weighed them on the scale. After seeing the number, he nodded with satisfaction.
"You may be young, but you're capable. You're a man of your words. Pick a kitchen knife from the stall and take it away."
Sang Yu had already picked out a kitchen knife, waiting for him to say this. Upon hearing this, she bent down and reached out to grab the kitchen knife.
There are several kitchen knives on the stall, each with a different shape. There are long square knives similar to watermelon knives, as well as pointed knives.
The knife she picked up was very similar to the common kitchen knives used in later homes, but there were some subtle differences.
The kitchen knife does not have all sharp corners, but has a rounded corner on the top and two sharp corners on the bottom. There is also a hole on the front end of the rounded corner for easy hanging, which looks a bit irregular.
The handle is made of mahogany and has been polished.
The blade is bright silver, the back of the blade is about one-third of the width of a finger, and the edge is polished to a translucent finish.
Seeing her choose this knife, the bearded man knew that she was a connoisseur and cheered her: "Little girl, you have a good eye. This knife is the best one in this batch."
Sang Yu lightly ran his fingertips across the blade, grasped the handle and swung it twice, nodding with great satisfaction: "It's a good knife."
Many people think that as long as a kitchen knife can cut vegetables, there is nothing special about it. In fact, kitchen knives can be divided into civil knives and military knives.
The civil knife is used to cut vegetables and meat, while the martial knife is used to cut tendons and chop bones. Only when a chef has both knives can he truly show his skills.
The sword in her hand could only be considered a civil sword. It was wider and thicker than an ordinary civil sword, but thinner than an ordinary martial sword, yet it was the most suitable for her now.
It's not often that you can eat large animals these days, so a sharp and heavy enough sword is more than enough to kill a chicken and chop it into pieces.
After buying the knife, Sang Yu did not leave immediately. She had become familiar with the knife vendor and took the opportunity to ask him about the situation.
"Stall owner, I have a question for you. Who sells the best and most reasonable rabbits on this street?"
Since I'm going to visit Shen Wenfu to express my gratitude, I can't just bring a jar of yellow wine. I have to bring some other snacks.
Buying ready-made meat is too expensive, and there happened to be wild animals for sale on this street. She could buy a rabbit and cook it herself to bring over, saving some money.
She speaks politely and has good eyesight. Even if she takes advantage of the stall owner and makes him earn less money, the stall owner still likes her.
When she asked about this, he gave her a name without hesitation: "Sun the Hunter. His rabbits are all freshly caught in the mountains. He roasts them and then sprinkles them with sugar. Oh, the fragrance is so good that it makes you dizzy."
“Thank you, stall owner.”
After expressing his gratitude, Sang Yu followed the route he indicated and saw Sun the Hunter’s stall at a glance.
Sun the Hunter was a middle-aged man in his early forties. He had no beard and his skin had turned bronze from years of hunting in the mountains and being exposed to the wind and sun. He had a thin build.
Almost the next second after Sang Yu stared at him, he turned around and looked at her position, his eyes shining brightly.
Sang Yu didn't expect that she would be discovered so quickly when she just glanced at him from afar. She didn't feel embarrassed and walked forward to meet his gaze.
Looking down at the dozen or so rabbits in the chicken coop, he was surprised to see that every one of them was lively and energetic.
"Were these rabbits really caught in the mountains? Why aren't any of them injured?" Or were the injured ones not brought here for sale because they were in poor condition?
Seeing that she wasn't spying on him but was here to buy rabbits, Hunter Sun retracted his gaze and said calmly, "They were all caught in the mountains. If you don't believe me, I'll just catch one for you to see."
There is still a big difference between wild rabbits and domestic rabbits in the eyes of hunters.
If you touch it, you will find that the meat is tighter and less in quantity, which is definitely the wild rabbit. Domestic rabbits produce more meat, but they are less active, so the meat is much looser than that of wild rabbits.
Since he was so confident, Sang Yu didn't have to check whether it was a wild rabbit. She could just take a closer look when buying it later.
"How much is the rabbit?" she asked the price first.
"The small ones are thirty cents each, and the large ones are thirty-five cents each."
When Sang Yu heard the price, he was shocked. Wow, this price is much more expensive than wine. No wonder people say that people can't afford meat these days.
She silently shifted her gaze to the pheasants on the side: "How much are the pheasants?"
Hunter Sun still patiently replied, "No matter the size, male or female, fifty coins each."
Sang Yu: ...This is more expensive than a rabbit.
"Ahem, well, pick me a rabbit, a big one." She decided to just buy a rabbit.
Hunter Sun moved very skillfully. He reached into the chicken coop and fiddled with it a few times, then grabbed a gray rabbit by its ears and pulled it out.
He tied the rabbit's limbs with thin hemp rope to prevent it from moving, and handed it to Sang Yu after counting out thirty-five copper coins.
By the way, he also asked: "Do you want to help kill it? It's free, and the skin and offal are mine."
"No, no." Sang Yu shook her head repeatedly. It was not like she didn't know how to deal with the rabbit.
The rabbit's internal organs are all valuable, not to mention the rabbit skin. With some simple processing, you can sew a glove collar out of it.
"Oh." Sun the Hunter simply uttered a syllable, but Sang Yu could hear some unhappiness in it. He probably felt it was a pity.
She took the rabbit and put the tied-up rabbit into a small basket, then walked to Area A with the basket. She also had to buy some wine.
I queued up at the official liquor store and bought two kilograms of rice wine. I spent another twenty cents and got a small jar of wine in return.
Sang Yu also put the wine into the basket, pressing it right on the kitchen knife to avoid accidentally hurting the rabbit.
Carrying a full basket, she slowly returned to the pharmacy.
Sang Xingjia's acupuncture treatment has been completed and the payment has been made.
There was no apprentice watching him today, but someone happened to need acupuncture, so he was "invited" out of the inner room and wandered around the pharmacy.
As soon as Sang Yu entered, he was discovered by Sang Xingjia, who had been staring at the door, and came towards him with a cane.
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