Dark night.

I don’t know how many people can’t sleep at midnight.

bass.

Inside the room, Zhu Yunwen sat up from the bed with bright eyes.

"He must be sick!"

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what the third child meant when he came to talk to him tonight.

He must be crazy.

Zhu Yunwen, who was not sleepy, with bloodshot eyes, turned back to look at Qiuniang, who was sleeping peacefully, and then a warm smile appeared on his face.

Zhu Yunwen's fingers passed through Qiuniang's hair, pressed the quilt for her, and then she lay down again.

In order to think about what will happen tomorrow, Zhu Yunwen began to hypnotize himself.

Speechless all night.

It's dawn the next day.

Taiyuan City woke up in the white smoke all over the city.

In the streets and alleys, there are vendors who run their stalls and provide bowls of hot food to the people of Taiyuan City.

When it snows in winter, wealthy people can hide in their homes and warm themselves by the fire, but all living beings still need to be busy with daily chores.

The snow on the streets cannot be stored at all, and will disappear after being trampled by people's feet after dawn.

In front of each small courtyard, families, old and young, were holding shovels to remove snow and clear a way for the family to go out.

On the streets and alleys, stall boilers are boiling with water vapor, exuding an alluring fragrance.

Zhang Hui, just like before, put on a thick long cotton coat over his long robe, walked out from his hiding place in Taiyuan City, and followed a familiar route to the road not far in front of the Li Mansion Courtyard where many people in the city gathered.

Stall vendors on the street.

It's still where the tea stall was originally, but the old man no longer makes tea after the winter snowfall. Instead, he rushes to the earliest time every day to put several ingredients that Zhang Hui knows or doesn't know into a pot.

Cook it out and add chili pepper.

It's just such a pot of mushy stuff. After it's cooked and the lid is opened, the aroma is so rich that it reaches the heavens, which always makes the taste buds of all those who pass by wide open.

It only costs three cents to serve a bowl. With two pancakes, it costs five cents in total.

This day is considered a full day.

"The old rule is, two bowls of soup, four pieces of cake."

There are fewer people on the streets today, probably because people have discovered that Taiyuan City can no longer enter and exit at will these days. People are always keenly aware of some differences, and choose to stay at home honestly, or

Bought food to eat at home.

Zhang Hui found a seat that was sheltered from the wind and could see the Li Mansion courtyard from a distance and sat down. He took out ten copper coins from his arms and slapped them on the table.

The old man curled his lips and looked at Zhang Hui with a somewhat disdainful look.

But business still needs to be done. With so many grandchildren in the family, one or two qualified ones must always be selected and sent to school.

The old man arranged things quickly and brought the two bowls of soup and four cakes that Zhang Hui asked for on a tray.

When the tray was taken back from the table, the ten copper coins also disappeared.

"Eat, eat, eat. I know how to eat all day long. I don't see how much work you do, how much money you make, and how much you eat than others."

The old man squeezed in as a habit, probably hoping that Zhang Hui would have more ambition to work hard and make money.

Zhang Hui moved his mouth. He had long been accustomed to the old man's duplicitous attitude: "Then you return the money to me, and I'll go to Old Liu's place for dinner."

"Don't!" The old man became anxious and stared: "Can the food cooked by Old Man Liu be eaten? It's not that he can't eat it. Even if the old man is here, he will lose."

Suck, suck, suck.

Zhang Hui nodded with a hum and started to drink the first bowl of soup.

After eating half the bowl of soup, he started to eat the cake. A whole cake went into his stomach in three or two mouthfuls. Then he drank a few more mouthfuls of soup, and the second cake went into his stomach.

When both cakes were in his stomach, Zhang Hui drank the first bowl of soup.

Then, he began to tear the remaining two cakes apart slowly and carefully, tearing them into small pieces and throwing them into the second bowl of soup.

At this time, Zhang Hui had the time to talk to the old man.

"It's just about filling your stomach. As long as you are full, you don't care what it tastes like."

The old man curled his lips, looking down on this bastard even more: "You are just a wild boar who can't eat fine chaff!"

After that, the old man saw that there were probably not many customers on the street, so he hung the rag on his shoulders and sat sideways opposite Zhang Hui.

"Tell me, I've made a lot of money these days. Have you ever entered a wealthy family to tell stories?" The old man frowned and persuaded in a low voice: "It will be the end of the year in another month, so I still have to make some money.

Money to take home.

The old man looks at your age, and there must be more than one child in the family. There are elders and younger ones, so we can’t let the whole family spend the New Year hungry, right?”

The old man is good at everything.

The tea you make is not as crude as the ones at roadside tea stalls, and the food you make to warm your belly in winter is also delicious, and is quite simple and considerate of your family.

The only drawback is that he talks a lot.

Long-winded.

"I can feed myself and the whole family without worrying."

Zhang Hui said lightly. At this time, he had torn the two cakes into pieces and started to turn them in the soup bowl with a spoon.

The old man's expression changed slightly. This was the first time that the young man in front of him mentioned his origin.

I couldn't help but feel regret, annoyance and pity in my heart.

The old man groaned for a long time before he spoke again: "It will take more effort. Now I can make more money, build a house in my hometown, and buy a few acres of land. I can always marry someone."

Become a mother-in-law and give birth to several children.

Although one person can have enough food for the whole family and live a comfortable life, but when you get older, you will feel lonely.

This person must have something to care about, otherwise he will be like that rootless duckweed, always floating on the water, who knows where he will be washed away by the water tomorrow."

Zhang Hui's eyes flickered, and he lamented a little in his heart, and whispered: "I am not suitable to have a family and a house."

All he has done is to destroy his moral character. If he really has a family in this life, it will surely harm his family's life.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Although most of the people in the yamen are cold-faced and ruthless people, the blood flowing in their hearts is still hot. How many brothers have had to retire in recent years due to various reasons?

I came down, but everyone was always helping me, so I wasn’t lonely at all.

He spoke softly, but the old man could hear him clearly.

He opened his mouth but said no more. With a flash of his hand, the ten copper coins from before reappeared on the table.

"Something's not quite right in the city these days. After closing the stall today, the old man will stay at home and wait for the New Year tomorrow. I'm treating you to this meal today. I don't know if I can see you after the New Year.

"

The old man felt a little sad for no reason.

Zhang Hui pushed the copper plate in front of the old man: "I am not short of money. I will go to Jin Prince's Mansion tonight to tell stories. The steward agreed and gave me a full reward. After I finish this job, I will no longer be in Taiyuan City."

"Prince Jin's Mansion?"

The old man was a little confused. He just glanced at the copper plate that was pushed in front of him on the table, but did not move. Instead, he returned to his original temper and said: "With your appearance, even the merchants in the city won't invite you."

If you go to tell stories, can Prince Jin's Mansion call you over to tell stories? You don't know what Prince Jin's Mansion is going to do today?"

"You look down on people, don't you!" Zhang Hui sipped the mixture of soup and cakes in the bowl, raised his head and stared at the old man: "I wish you a long life, old man. After you are busy with your grandson, you still have to worry about your great-grandson.

, great-great-grandchildren!”

The old man raised his chin arrogantly: "That's also the old man's ability. Seriously, are you really going to Prince Jin's Mansion tonight?"

Best, the arrogant old man stared at Zhang Hui solemnly.

Zhang Hui nodded: "Why are you lying to me? Do you want to close the stall now, and I will take you to the palace with me tonight?"

The old man's eyes widened, a little unbelievable: "Did you really get called over by someone from Prince Jin's Mansion?"

Zhang Hui couldn't help laughing: "Close the stall, I'll help you take it home, and I'll call you when the night comes. I've agreed with you that I can't bring your grandchildren in, and I'll just treat you as if I'm bringing you in.

Helpful."

There can be no peace in Taiyuan City today, so it would be better to get this somewhat verbose but always warm-hearted old man home as soon as possible.

The old man squinted his eyes and stared at Zhang Hui silently for a while.

Finally, under Zhang Hui's confused eyes, the old man suddenly came up to him and whispered: "You must not be a storyteller, right?"

Zhang Hui's face was stunned, and he suddenly became nervous.

The old man laughed: "Look at you, you are just a storyteller, otherwise what else could you be?"

After saying that, the old man stood up directly and started to clean up his stall.
To be continued...