Chang’an Small Restaurant

    In the late spring, the sun rises earlier. Dongfang fish belly is white, and the morning drum is halfway through. People who go to court, business people, and people who go out to do errands all gather at the gate of the workshop, waiting for the drum to be released.

    Not far from Fangmen, there are several food stalls that are steaming hot, doing business for pedestrians who get up early.

    Zhao Ba, who sells wontons, Da Qiu, who is carrying a basket of hu cakes, and Lu Sanniang, who frys his head, are all old faces we see every day, but today there is one more face, or A little lady with a rather iconic appearance—almond-eyed, snow-skinned, tall and tall, if she were more plump, she could be called a beauty.

    In front of her was a charcoal stove with a flat-bottomed iron clang on top. There was a small bamboo stand beside the clang, and a thick white porcelain bowl on top contained some condiments such as oil sauce.

      Crack an egg and put it on, and it becomes a cake in an instant.

    The little lady didn't take it by hand, but shoveled it into the prepared thick bamboo hemp paper bag with a small shovel. Paper, but a precious thing, is used to make cakes, and it is very particular.

    Someone came up to ask the price right now, ten cents, although not cheap, but it is not expensive in terms of so much attention.

      The sauce is fragrant with some scallions and coriander, which is very beautiful.

    Seeing that he was eating well, other people came to buy it, and some of the nobles who rode and rode also sent servants, and gradually they were crowded in front of the stall.

    Jing Zhao Shaoyin Lin Yan lifted the curtains of the car window, and caught a glimpse of the "commotion" not far away, with Hu Fuhuan hair, willow eyebrows and almond eyes, and a smile on the corner of his mouth... The palace servant who was released two days ago?

    In the old days, Wang Xietang’s front swallows flew very happily in the streets here…

    A servant in Tsing Yi came to the window and asked in a low voice, "A-Lang doesn't have to eat in the morning, can I go buy some cakes?" Blind stuff.

    "...Alright," Lin Yan nodded, put down the gauze curtain, "buy a few more."

    I want to buy a few more... The servant in Tsing Yi was startled, looked at the master through the window screen, and then turned to look at the little lady who was selling cakes over there. Xiao ran towards the food stall.

    In the car, Lin Yan lightly rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers. I haven't had a good rest these days, and my eyes are sore.

    Today the emperor is going to Yuanqiu to worship the sky and pray for rain. The emperor's trip is a major event. Although the guard is responsible for the protection of the Imperial Army, the evacuation and investigation along the way is a matter of Jingzhao House. Qin Xiang, the commander of the Imperial Guard, used to be the emperor's close attendant, and he was quite arrogant. Thinking of this eunuch, Lin Yan felt that his temples hurt.

    Lin Yan thought about the security of the capital again. Prices in Beijing have not changed much recently, and each bucket of rice has risen by about ten cents. As long as the canals and rivers are still flowing, and there are Changping warehouses to store grain, there will be no major problems with the food of the people who come to Gyeonggi. It's just because of the drought that people's hearts are a little unstable, and there are rumors like "River beasts appear, the eyes of the sky are closed", rumors...

    Three thousand morning drums beat, and when the door opened, the servant in Tsing Yi came back with a few pancakes, "Alang eat while it's hot."

    "You two should split up." Lin Yan knocked on the wall of the car, motioning to move forward.

    The servant in Tsing Yi was startled, looked at the shaky car window screen, and then turned to look at the little lady who was still busy over there. Could it be that I was wrong?

    The wave of people who got up early and went out was gone, the sun came out, and another wave of breakfast was sold for people who didn't get up late, and Shen Shaoguang closed the stall like other small vendors.

    Shen Shaoguang positioned his pancakes as "mid-to-high-end" breakfast: this is a high-end community, and most of the residents have good purchasing power. Some people buy it; although the cost of the paper bag increases, it is hygienic. It prevents people from being too picky or afraid of contaminating their hands, and the sauce, chopped green onion, and cake crumbs will fall on the cuffs of the shirt. , riding a horse, holding it with one hand, and eating while walking.

    I tested the water today, and this positioning is also reliable.

    Shen Shaoguang weighed the money in his purse and made a rough estimate. After the cost, he could earn eighty or ninety cents, and he could earn more than two thousand cents in that month. The first school clerk is only more than ten thousand dollars, and his expenses for an orphan girl are enough. But it is a distant dream to buy a house in Chang'an with these two thousand yuan. Comrades still need to work hard.

    Shen Shaoguang dragged the car back to the nunnery where he was staying, and met Jingci, a Zhike waiting at the door.

    Jing Ci squinted her triangular eyes and looked from Shen Shaoguang to the small stove on the small shelf in the car, and asked with a smile, "Miss Shen is very busy early in the morning?"

    Shen Shaoguang squinted and smiled: "Yes, go out to evacuate."

    Also evacuated, obviously going out to do that businessman's business! There was a sarcastic smile on Jing Ci's lips. In all fairness, Jingci has no opinion on the merchants, especially the family members of the big merchants who come to offer incense. Jingci felt that what Shen Shaoguang had done had simply defiled the lintel of the nunnery! Can't stand it!

    Shen Shaoguang dragged the car past her, while Jingci turned around and flew to Jingqing like a moth.

     "That little lady Shen actually sells cakes on the street. It's really unethical.

    Jingqing coughed a little embarrassedly, "You forgot, they paid the rent..."

    "What about that? Just give it back to her."

    "That's not what I said," Jingqing persuaded bitterly, "It makes people know that we don't keep the promise, and it is inevitable that the reputation of the nunnery will be hindered."

    Listening to Jingqing's word "reputation", Jingci finally became sober and pondered for a moment, "That's it, let her live for the full three months."

    Jing Qing recalled the scene where the donor Shen brought pancakes to the host two days ago.

    Master was eating pancakes, and listened to the patronage Shen say, "It is rich to seek, even if a man with a whip, I will also do it" ①. How did the teacher respond at that time? "Little lady really practiced the words of the master, which is admirable!"

    Listen, selling pancakes is a practice of Confucius! Before the food, Master really has no morals. What is the three-month period, according to this shape, maybe when the master will agree to let Mrs. Shen open a restaurant in the nunnery.

    But these words can't be said to the disciples next to you, and you have to give Master some face.

    Jing Ci was still chattering freely: "How can you say this noble lady can go out to make a living? Isn't she a fake gentry?"

      Did the last emperor Puyi know about it?

    The author has something to say:  ①《The Analects of Confucius, Shuer》