In the early morning, the "mountain city" that had been noisy all night finally became quiet.

People get up and go to work as usual.

For most people, what happened last night is none of their business.

What they need is to work for today's livelihood.

Of course, some after-dinner conversations are inevitable.

At dawn, Zhao Laosi walked into Wuguan Street carrying a wonton load.

Still in the same position, he put down the burden, set up the pole, and Zhao Laosi started to light the fire.

call!

With one breath of blowing, the red-hot charcoal at the bottom immediately started to spark sparks, which shot up directly.

After a while, the charcoal on the upper layer turned half red and half black.

Zhao Laosi glanced at the charcoal, set up the pot, poured water, and finished in one go.

After all, after selling breakfast for ten years, these have become his instincts.

Just like when he draws a sword to kill people.

Last night someone announced a bonus of one hundred taels of gold at the 'Yelai Gathering'.

One hundred taels of gold!

There are no such bonuses.

Moreover, higher ones abound.

However, there is no one that Zhao Laosi can touch.

But this one was different. An injured warrior was the kind of person who knew everything about the situation. Moreover, his identity was just right - as the owner of a breakfast stall, he had met Mubai, and Mubai had breakfast here.

Both parties are considered familiar.

Therefore, it is really too easy to get started.

As for what will happen after killing Mubai?

Then don't worry about him.

He killed someone, took the bonus, and immediately flew away.

With a hundred taels of gold, one can live a fairly wealthy life in the state capital.

If you choose a more remote countryside, you will be a wealthy local.

Thinking of this, Zhao Laosi felt hot in his heart.

However, he was not impulsive.

I was still working on my breakfast stall here, but the corner of my eye occasionally glanced at the closed door of the 'Mu Shi Martial Arts Gym'.

as a killer.

Zhao Laosi knows very well the importance of timing and patience.

There are still two days left.

No rush.

Wait patiently.

Zhao Laosi told himself this.

Tread, step.

Clear footsteps appeared.

"Boss, let me have a bowl of wontons and add an egg."

Amidst the sound of words, the visitor had already walked up to him.

With the help of the sky, Zhao Laosi could clearly see the person coming.

This is a young man with a medium build, ordinary clothes, and an ordinary face. However, he is relatively clean, but his face is unfamiliar. The shoes on his feet are full of mud, and his trouser legs are also stained.

He was carrying a baggage on his back.

'This kind of mud comes from outside the city. Although his face is clean, there is a hint of exhaustion that cannot be concealed. He obviously washed his face in a roadside well after traveling all night before entering the city.'

'People from the surrounding countryside come to the 'mountain city' to look for work.'

With one glance, Zhao Laosi determined where the other party was coming from.

He has seen this kind of person countless times in the past ten years.

Suddenly, there was no guard anymore.

"Two cents and two."

"The paper ticket is three cents."

Zhao Laosi said.

Paper notes were a currency introduced by the empire in recent years, but obviously they were not very successful.

Compared with paper tickets, people still prefer metal coins.

Therefore, for the same price, you have to pay more for paper tickets.

Although the young man came from the countryside, he also understood this and took out a three-cent paper note - according to common sense, it should be read as cents, but the people in the empire inexplicably read it as cents.

Of course not all.

However, this is the case most of the time.

It's not a geographical distinction. Even in Beidu, there are still people who can't tell the difference.

This is a cognitive error.

But it doesn't affect our lives. After all, the denomination on the paper ticket won't change, so everyone just gets by.

After taking the paper ticket, Zhao Laosi put it in the money box aside.

Start cooking the wontons.

It wasn't until the chaos was almost cooked that I threw an egg in.

Not inside a big pot, but a small pot within a big pot.

You should know that if the foam from the egg liquid enters the big pot, the wonton soup won't be clear enough.

"Scallions and coriander?"

"Both."

There is some seaweed and salt at the bottom of the bowl, but no shrimp. Not only has the price of pork increased recently, but so has the price of fish and shrimp. Zhao Laosi had removed the shrimp a month ago, otherwise the price of his wontons would have increased.

"The vinegar and pepper are there."

Zhao Laosi handed the wontons to the young man and pointed to the corner of the stall, where there were vinegar and chili peppers, and a few matza underneath.

There is no table.

Sitting on the mat and holding wontons is the greatest comfort.

If you come a little later, there won't even be a maza.

You can only eat standing up.

The young man sat on the horse, took a sip of soup first, and then chewed it slowly.

It doesn't look like a man's way of eating.

A bit like a little girl.

This made Zhao Laosi couldn't help but take another look at this young man.

A little red appeared on the young man's face.

Maybe it's because of the heat of the wonton soup.

Maybe it's because I'm embarrassed.

But inexplicably, the young man's face turned red, and he became more beautiful, with a sense of elegance. Even if the bowl covered half of his face, Zhao Laosi could be sure that this was a high-quality product.

Suddenly, he felt that business was coming.

"Do young people come to mountain towns to find jobs?"

"Brother, do you need me to introduce you?"

Zhao Laosi spoke skillfully.

He had done this more than once and was already familiar with it.

"No."

The young man smiled implicitly and waved his hand.
To be continued...