Eat in Song Dynasty

Chapter 14

Seeing this, Wen Shu hurriedly acted surprised, "Oh, my aunt has a good face, she looks like a kind-hearted person who loves the younger generation. Although my steamed buns are filled with vegetarian stuffing, there are meat residues in them. Eating them is comparable to steamed cakes made of dead noodles." It’s much better, uncle is going to work on the pier, it’s time to eat some meat oil.”

The mother-in-law originally wanted to be angry with her daughter-in-law, but now she heard Wen Shu's compliment, so she couldn't hold her face anymore, she squinted her eyes and asked, "Then what is the price of your steamed buns?"

Wen Shu hurriedly laughed and said, "It's a penny each, so how many can my aunt want?"

The old woman stared at Wen Shu's blue eyes, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "It's not expensive, but I've never eaten this white cabbage bun mixed with meat dregs, and I don't know how it tastes. tasty.:"

Before she finished speaking, Wen Shu obediently touched a steamed bun from the bamboo basket and divided it into two, "Madam and lady will know after tasting it." As he spoke, he handed the steamed buns in his hands to Mrs. An and her respectively. mother-in-law.

The old woman was very satisfied to see her being so upbeat, she took a bite of the steamed bun bluntly, she felt that the cabbage was fresh and tender, with a little bit of meat mixed in it, it really smelled like meat.

"I didn't tell a lie." After a while, the old woman nodded, pointed to the bamboo basket and said, "OK, then pick six...no...ten for me."

This white cabbage steamed bun mixed with meat residue and meat oil is not common, and more importantly, the price is the same as that of ordinary vegetarian stuffed steamed buns, so she bought more today to save the slut next to her from saying that she was stingy all day long.

The eyes of Mrs. An next to her were brightened when she heard that her mother-in-law bought ten, and it was impossible to bring them all to Dalang. In this way, she could taste two of them herself. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at the text Shu Bamboo Basket.

"Okay, wait a moment."

Wen Shu responded cheerfully, uncovering the old clothes on her face, and was about to pack steamed buns for them, but she stretched her hand halfway, and suddenly remembered that she had made a temporary decision today, and didn't prepare oil paper!
Immediately, he couldn't help showing embarrassment, and stammered: "Uh, that one was in a hurry to go out today, and he forgot to bring the oil paper for the package, and he had to trouble the lady to go back to the house to get the dishes to pack.

Madam An wanted to turn around when she heard the words, but the old woman stopped her and said: "That's all for the next day, but today this steamed bun is for my son's lunch to take to the pier, how convenient it is without oil paper. "

Wen Shu was stunned, thought for a moment and said to the two of them, "Ma'am, wait a moment, I'll come as soon as I go." After finishing speaking, he chased after the young man selling cooking cakes in front of him.

"The little brother in front wait."

The young man who was yelling paused, turned his head and looked at her suspiciously: "Did you call me, little lady?"

"Exactly." Wen Shu walked up to him quickly.

"What did the lady call me for?"

Wen Shu gave a slight blessing: "I would like to ask Mr. Xiao Lang for your convenience."

The boy took a step back, "You say so."

Wen Shu looked at the half-open wooden box hanging on his chest, Hao Ran said: "I was in a hurry to go out today, and I forgot to bring the things wrapped in oiled paper, can I ask Xiaolang Junyun to sell me some."

The young man had heard her yelling, and seeing that there was no oil paper hanging on the side of her bamboo basket, he said, "But, I wonder how much the young lady wants?"

Wen Shu saw that there were not many oil papers hanging beside his wooden box, so he said, "Ten sheets are enough."

The boy nodded, and handed ten to her, "Two pennies."

"Thank you, Mr. Xiaolang." Wen Shu took the oil paper, handed him the money for selling the paper, and then quickly turned back to make steamed buns for Mrs. An and the old woman.

The boy stood where he was, watching her talking to the customer with a smile all over her face, with a thoughtful expression flashing across her face.

Wrapping steamed buns for Mrs. An's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, watching them turn around and close the courtyard door, Wen Shu rubbed her face with a stiff smile, put the money in her pocket, and sighed softly in her heart: It's really not easy to do business.
Pressing the corners of the clothes in the bamboo basket tightly, she continued to walk forward, and continued to yell, "Steamed buns, steamed buns for sale, fragrant and meaty white cabbage steamed buns, one penny each."

The young man who was walking in front turned to look at her again, and because of the acquaintance just now, Wen Shu smiled at him.

The young man was a little shy, his delicate face blushed indistinctly, and then he turned his head away, as if he didn't dare to look at her.

Wen Shu thought inwardly, thinking: There are such thin-skinned people selling goods along the street.

Suddenly, a courtyard door behind the boy opened, and a woman in green cloth came out and waved: "Brother, here are two pancakes."

The young man went away at the sound, and filled the woman with pancakes. Wen Shu shook his head, bypassed the young man and continued walking, shouting loudly for her steamed buns.

She made a total of 35 steamed buns today, saved four for her father for breakfast, and ate one on the way, plus the ten she sold just now, there are now twenty left in the basket.

She made a good judgment, steamed buns with meat scraps are indeed very popular in this alley, and she sells them at a reasonable price, so they were sold out after only two quarters of an hour.

Touching the purse at her waist, Wen Shu went home excitedly, ready to report the good news to her father.

However, as soon as he reached the alley, he saw a group of officials standing in front of his charred shop, and a few people walking around in the shop. Her father was by his side, occasionally talking to those officials.

Because she was far away, she didn't hear what they said, but fortunately, the team of officials left after a while.

Wen Shu hurried home with a basket, and as soon as he entered the door, he asked, "Father, I just saw the officials coming. What did they tell you?" "

"It's nothing, I just came here to measure the store, saying that I want to assess the loss, and then pay pension subsidies according to the situation." After Wen Tai finished speaking, he turned to stare at Wen Shu and said, "I haven't asked you yet, you carried the basket early in the morning Where did you go in a hurry?"

Hearing the question, Wen Shu happily took out the thirty Wen coins, and said, "Father, I'm going to sell steamed buns. Look, this is my money."

Wen Tai looked at the money on the table, slightly surprised: "How much did you make, and you can sell it for this money?"

"Thirty steamed buns, I calculated. Excluding firewood and labor, the cost is about twelve yuan, which means that I will earn eighteen yuan in this short period of time." Wen Shu looked smug.

Wen Tai was silent for a while, nodded and said: "It's a good income, although the income is not much, after all, it is a real business, and it is much more reliable than you pretending to be a man and going to the Fourth Division and the Sixth Division as a substitute.

Wen Shu repeatedly nodded in agreement.

In fact, the idea of ​​selling food, she had thought about it two years ago, but at that time, she might have no hands and lack of experience, and the things she made were not satisfactory.

She secretly tried it twice, but seeing that no one was buying it, she was still disappointed for a long time, so she also gave up the idea of ​​making food and selling it.

Now if it weren't for the sudden change at home, she wouldn't be able to think about it. Fortunately, she was lucky this time, and she got off to a good start, which brought back her confidence.

After asking, Wen Tai returned to the work of knocking and tapping. Now that the fire has just passed and will be rebuilt later, carpentry must be a sought-after job. The Zhao family must be in a hurry to get these things. He has to hurry up and send them back to others .

In a blink of an eye, the sun was setting in the west, the sky was full of sunset clouds, and bursts of cooking smoke rose from the sky in the north of the city.

Wen Shu came out of the kitchen with dinner, saw her father wiped the borrowed household items and put them in the bamboo basket, she couldn't help asking: "Why did Dad put away all the things, don't you need to use them tomorrow?" ?"

Wen Tai pointed to the hammered axe, planer and ink fountain and said: "No, I have already hammered three pieces, the rest can be hammered slowly with these three pieces, it is better to return the borrowed things earlier. "

Wen Shu nodded, "Then I'll pack some homemade pickled radishes, and Dad will take them with me."

After putting the food on the table in the main room, she turned and went into the kitchen again, took out half a whole pickled radish from the round belly jar in the corner, then cut it into shreds, added some sesame oil and chives, mixed well, after a while, A plate of crispy and sour pickled radish will do the trick.

Wen Shu came out with the covered radish, and greeted Wen Tai, "Father, let's eat first, and then go deliver things after eating."

Wen Tai nodded and went to the well to wash his hands.

The food on the table is very simple, a plate of fried yam, a small plate of pickled radish, plus an egg drop soup is the dinner for the father and daughter.

　Writer's words: Regarding cooking cakes, Xiaogu checked the information, and it is said that the "cooking cakes" in the Song Dynasty are the current steamed buns. The noodles made in the Song Dynasty are collectively called cakes, the steamed ones are called cooking cakes, the fire-fired ones are called sesame cakes, and the noodles are called soup cakes.

　　There is also a saying that steamed buns are different from cooking cakes. Steamed buns are made from fermented flour, while cooking cakes are made from dead flour.In order to let everyone have a sense of substitution, and for myself to remember, I adopted the second point, that is, the setting of steamed buns and cooking cakes is different.

　　
　
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