Eat in Song Dynasty

Chapter 18 Sending an Umbrella in the Snow
At the second watch, Ma Xing Street was still bustling and bustling. During this trip to the night market, Wang Ling got the rose water she was thinking of, and Wen Shu got an IOU!That's right!In order not to alarm Wen Tai, Wen Shu struggled a lot, and finally signed a [-]-count IOU with a repayment period of one year.

"That damned thief, if I bump into him next time, I'll beat him to death! Not only did he steal our purse, but he also caused you to owe a huge sum of money."

On the mule cart on the way back, Wang Ling yelled and cursed angrily, but Wen Shu, who was sitting across from her, couldn't bring herself to curse at all. Now she was full of thoughts about how to pay off the debt within a year. arrears.

Fifty strings!

She and her father have to go without food or drink for two years to save enough!

Thinking of this, Wen Shu felt powerless for a while, and apart from this, tonight's inspection trip was fruitless.

The Mahang Street Night Market has been around for a long time, and the vendors in it have become popular in terms of food taste and other things. It is not easy for her to survive in that area without knowing anything. It is not easy to rent a stall. Guan has been difficult for her.

She had looked carefully just now, and there was not a single vacant stall on the entire street from south to north, and even if there was a stall fee, she couldn't think about it now.

It's better to continue selling trowels. After a while, Wen Shu came to this conclusion helplessly.

Three days later, the official sent a notice to tell the disaster-stricken households to go to the Yamen to receive subsidies. Wen Tai went there, and finally brought back a five-guan Jiaozi and six hundred copper coins.

When Wen Shu came back from selling the trowel, he was taken aback when he saw the money on the table, and then he comforted himself that it was six hundred cash more than expected, which was a happy thing.

Wen Tai sighed and collected the money on the table, and said to her: "The subsidy is down, and the rebuilding of the shop should be put on the agenda. Later, I will go outside the city with a few uncles to contact wood and stone. I won't come back for lunch at noon, you can arrange meals yourself."

"Well, dad, be careful on the road." Wen Shu nodded.

For the next half month, Wen Tai was in charge of contacting people to build a house, while Wen Shu still made steamed buns to sell in Liu'an Lane every day, but the variety had already changed from a single meat dregs of cabbage to a variety of dregs of radish and sauerkraut. slag
In short, it is to add meat residue or meat oil to various vegetarian fillings, and then sell them at the same price as vegetarian fillings.

Because she is more willing to spend than others, her steamed buns always sell the fastest, and the sales volume has changed from the original thirty to the current one hundred. For this reason, her father specially sent her a small tweet car.

It's not that she can't carry the one hundred steamed buns, but I really don't want the news of her great strength to spread more widely, otherwise with her strength, even two hundred steamed buns can be lifted.

After the accumulation of word-of-mouth these days, she is now well-known in Liu'an Lane, and she is nicknamed "Steamed Bun Xi Shi."

The income has also changed from the initial eighteen cash to seventy cash. After a month of careful calculation, there are more than two strings.Nowadays, an adult labor force earns a hundred dollars a day.About three times a month.

Ordinarily, it was quite a lot, but who made Wen Shu incur a huge debt, and it was a huge debt with a time limit. Comparing the two sides, this income is really a drop in the bucket.

Wen Shu is sad!

But her father couldn't let her know about it, so she had to pretend to be happy every day when she went back to make her father happy.

Time flies by like this. As winter approaches, the weather in Tokyo becomes colder day by day. On the day of Lidong, the sky that has been gloomy for several days is actually snowing!
At that time, Wen Shu was selling steamed buns in Liu'an Lane. She wore a plain blue cloth scarf on her head, a thick green cotton padded jacket on her upper body, and a pair of cotton trousers of the same color on her lower body. Duck.

"Steamed buns, fragrant Wenji steamed buns, oil residue steamed buns." She yelled as she pushed the cart forward.

The clear and melodious voice spread into every household with the wind, and after a while, a woman wrapped in a padded jacket and hunching her neck opened the door and beckoned: "Miss Wen, bring me five steamed buns, three sauerkraut, two A white cabbage."

"Okay." Wen Shule jolted the cart over.

Seeing that the tip of her nose was turning red from the cold, the woman said sympathetically, "It's snowing, young lady, you should go home early, it's not a trivial matter that the girl's house is freezing."

Wen Shu knew what she meant, and nodded with a smile: "Thank you for reminding me, there are not many left, and I will go back when it is sold out."

The woman shook her head helplessly, took the steamed buns and turned to close the courtyard door.

Wen Shu packed the money, and was about to push the cart to continue walking, when she suddenly heard someone calling her from behind: "Miss Wen."

The voice was somewhat familiar, she turned her head, but saw that it was Fan Sanlang who hadn't seen him for two days, she couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Why are you here, why haven't you come to sell cooking cakes these two days?"

The person who came was the boy she met when she first came to Liu'an Lane to sell steamed buns.

Later, they met several times. Wen Shu saw that he had a reserved expression when he was selling goods, and he didn't speak when the buyer didn't speak.

In addition, his family's cooking cakes are not very good, so the business has always been mediocre. Every time Wen Shu sold out and returned home, half of them were left in the wooden box in front of his chest.

Wen Shu thought about the first time he helped her to spread the greased paper, and he would make a few remarks when he was free, and sometimes help him sell together, and when he was at a loss when he was at a loss in the face of customers, he would also help him with a few jokes. sentence.

At this time, the boy was wearing a blue gown and holding a yellow oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and he was walking towards her.

"This umbrella is for you." Fan Sanlang took a few steps forward and handed Wen Shu another unopened red umbrella.

Wen Shu was stunned, shook his head and said, "No need, this little snowflake is fine. By the way, why did you come here today without bringing a cake box?"

The snowflakes fell on her head and shoulders, and soon melted into water, soaking into the cotton jacket and scarf.

Fan Sanlang silently moved the oil-paper umbrella above his head, "Father invited me a wife. I went to see my husband today. I happened to pass by when I came home. I saw that you didn't bring an umbrella and came over."

"It's a good thing to see Mr.." Wen Shu was really happy for him: "Xiao Langjun has this opportunity, so he must seize it."

Fan Sanlang nodded, looked at the big radish basket on her car and asked, "How much is left?"

"Not many, more than twenty, it will be sold out in a while."

"Then I'll sell it with you." He was about to push the cart for her.

"No, no need." Wen Shu pushed the handlebars to avoid him, and waved him away at the same time: "You should go home quickly, it's freezing cold, don't dress warmly, be careful to sit back and get sick."

"No." Fan Sanlang smiled, "I have a solid body, and the clothes look thin on the outside, but they are actually thick on the inside."

"It's fine if you know it in your heart." Wen Shu took the unopened red umbrella in his hand, opened it and said, "I have received the umbrella, you can go back quickly, I will go back after I sell these." He held the umbrella in one hand and pushed the car forward with the other.

Seeing her, Fan Sanlang snatched the umbrella from her hand and said: "It's inconvenient for you to push the car, let me help you with the umbrella."

"No need, you go back." She pushed the cart with one hand and motioned to Fan Sanlang: "I'm very strong, not to mention the twenty or so in the basket, even if the basket is full, I can push it, it's fine." Yes, you go back."

Fan Sanlang was still hesitating, when suddenly a shout came from the alley: "Lang Jun, the master is still waiting at home."

The boy waiting at the entrance of the alley saw that his husband hadn't come for a long time, and he was afraid that the old man and his wife would be in a hurry, so he yelled.

Wen Shu was startled, master, sir.

Fan Sanlang responded, then looked at Wen Shu who was walking fast, and pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

(End of this chapter)