Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 90 089

Coming out of the alley, he came to another wide street.

The people on this street are not as mixed as before, but they are all wine shops.

Very lively.

Also very introverted.

All the store waiters are soliciting customers at the door. When they see people, they will politely call the customer officer, and then ask what to eat.

A tourist attraction that looks like a future generation.

The passers-by were obviously richer than that street, and they all wore gold and silver.

Li Zhen, a poor Taoist priest with an old horse, appeared here, which was a little eye-catching.

And the waiter in a nearby restaurant saw him... Seeing that he was a poor-looking poor Taoist priest, he didn't want to talk to him at first.

Naihe saw that the Taoist priest was actually leading a horse into the city. After thinking about it, he came over and said politely:
"Is the Taoist going to stay in the shop? Or to eat? The cook in our shop is from the capital, and his craftsmanship is the most authentic. He also feeds the horses. The feed is all high-quality soybeans and hay! The price is also the cheapest on this street. It’s cheap, only 30 ren! Soybeans and bran are scarce, but there are alfalfa flowers in the hay!”

The corner of Li Zhen's mouth twitched...

Shaking his head politely:
"Thank you Layman, I don't need it for the poor. May I ask Layman, how do I get to Fulong Building?"

"Fulong Building?"

The waiter was taken aback for a moment, looked Li Zhen up and down, and pointed in one direction:
"In the west city, it's still far away. Go there, just ask the Taoist leader as you walk."

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, thank you layman."

Li Zhen thanked him politely, and led the horse on the road.

And the waiter in the shop waved his hand politely, turned around and continued to look at the customers passing by.

But I don't know... Following his words, Li Zhen's heart was really "turbulent".

You listen!
Like it? Like it? Like it!
30 texts!
It costs 30 Wen to feed the horse! ?

And Mocheng costs a penny and a piece of cake, 30 pennies is 30 cakes, save some food and eat enough for the poor for 30 days!
Speechless, he instantly turned his head to look at the old horse following behind him.

Or I'll sell you off!
"?"

The old horse looked at him puzzled, as if saying:

"I'm your horse, what do you say about your horse? Are you polite?"

"……Ugh."

Subconsciously touched the Taoist robe, feeling the weight of the copper plate that was not too heavy, Li Zhen shook his head, and led the horse along the direction pointed by the waiter.

The restaurants along the street are luxuriously decorated.

Li Zhen knew at a glance that he couldn't afford it.

And the guests inside and out seem to be very luxurious.

Li Zhen estimated that if he could tell stories in it... he should be able to make a lot of money.

But it was already noon, and he was hungry.

It just so happened that when the street came to an end, he saw a small stall selling sesame seed cake and mutton soup at the intersection of the road.

In this era, people’s love for mutton is quite obvious. Cattle are not allowed to be slaughtered at will, and pigs have not yet mastered the technique of “knocking pigs”. Meat show is not everyone’s first choice for meat.

Sheep is a good choice.

Rich people eat meat, but poor people buy a sheep skeleton and cook soup.

Li Zhen glanced at it, then walked over directly.

After all, it is unknown how far this Fulong Tower is, but the mutton soup in front of me looks good.

After walking past the stall, he tied the old horse to a few camels, and he came to the stall:

"One bowl of soup, two cakes."

The owner of the mutton soup stall seemed to be an honest man. He nodded after hearing Li Zhen's words, and quickly served a bowl of soup...

Li Zhen did not forget to say:
"Give me some soup."

The man nodded again, scooped up some soup with mutton fat on the side of the pot, added a pinch of kosher salt to the soup, lifted the lid of the dustpan, and took two pieces of dead dough pancakes.

"Ten texts."

"..."

The corner of Li Zhen's mouth twitched...

"How much is a bowl of soup?"

"Five Wen with salt, four Wen without."

Brother, why didn't you say that just now?
Li Zhen was speechless again, and continued to ask:

"Where's the cake?"

"Three Wen for one, buy two for five Wen."

"..."

In his eyes, this guy was instantly dishonest.

Profiteers, this is it!
You can buy a bowl of mutton soup at Qiemo Sanwen, and the bowl is bigger than yours.

Our biscuits cost only a penny!

This last frog in a well suddenly despaired of the prices in this world.

"Just a cake."

"Oh, good. Bawen... Are you full?"

"……can."

He took out a string of money from his pocket, counted eight coins and gave it to the profiteer, and his value dropped by one-fifth in an instant.

Carefully holding the five-cent soup, she sat down at the low table, broke the still warm dead flour cake bit by bit, and threw it into the soup.

He snorted and took a sip, feeling disgusted in his heart.

Qie Mo's mutton soup can still see some meat, it's too dishonest for city people to do business.

Immediately, I saw a diner scooping up the sour bitter vegetable stalks from an earthen pot with a soup bowl... This thing should be free, right?

He thought about it, and without even asking, he went directly to the crock pot, dug a large spoonful and poured it into the soup.

Make up your mind to show you, a profiteer, what it means to be full of donkeys!
……

After finishing a bowl of mutton soup and soaked pancakes, although he was not full, he didn't dare to eat more.

Poor Dao is a cultivator of immortals, drinking the morning dew and drinking the wind at night is my style.

After getting up, he walked to the stall owner:

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, layman, may I ask where is Fulong Building?"

"Fulong Building? Do you want to take a bath in the hot spring?"

The stall owner was taken aback...

He looked Li Zhen up and down, and shook his head:
"You, a Taoist priest, are not even willing to eat two cakes, but are you willing to go to the hot spring?"

Li Zhenxin said who are you burying...

"Hot springs are expensive?"

"It's not expensive for rich people. Taoist priest, is this your first visit?"

"Exactly."

"We have several hot springs, big and small. The smallest one needs a hundred coins to go to the hot springs. Ordinary people like us can't afford it. Do you have a hundred coins for Taoist priests? You don't have money to go to the hot springs. Do you really think that group of people from Lei Humen are good people?"

Hearing these heart-wrenching words, Li Zhenxin said that you are fine except for having a mouth.

Why is your mouth so broken...

Profiteer!

When he was speechless, a diner who was eating and drinking soup next to him heard the conversation between the two, and while breaking the cake, he said:
"Taoist, don't think about it. The hot springs here are not for those of us who can only drink mutton soup bitterly. If you really want to take a bath, just boil some hot water and make bubbles. Those springs are controlled by those three sects." Now, who would be willing to spend so much money on a shower? Are you crazy? Only rich people go there..."

"Uh……"

Before Li Zhen answered, the stall owner who was kneading noodles said:
"That's not true. Isn't there a way to go to Xiaoyao Building without paying?"

"scoff~"

The diner sneered:
"Xiaoyao Building recruits talented scholars and scholars, what do you think this poor Taoist priest looks like?"

Li Zhenxin said that you are blind!

Where do you see that Pindao is not a scholar?

"Pimpedao has thousands of volumes of poems and books in his stomach!"

"..."

"..."

The diners and the stall owner were taken aback for a moment... they looked Li Zhen up and down, and then looked at each other again...

"Hahaha……"

Laughing at the same time.

The whole booth is full of cheerful atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)