Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Donglaishun is a time-honored brand in Beijing. It was founded in 1903. At that time, the most famous market in Beijing was the Dong'an Market. There were two Hui Muslim brothers, the Ding family, who came to the north gate of the Dong'an Market with a cart, a wooden table and a few benches. Originally, they just set up a stall to sell some mutton noodles and buckwheat cakes. Later, they added flatbreads and porridge. In fact, it was just a small stall. However, as the business became more and more prosperous, they named the stall with the meaning of "from Jingdong, all the best", and officially hung up the sign of Donglaishun Porridge Stall.

In 12, Dong'an Market caught fire and the entire market became ruins. The Ding brothers built three tiled houses on the original site, changed the sign to "Donglaishun Mutton Restaurant", and started serving shabu-shabu.

Within a few years, Donglaishun's mutton hotpot became as famous as the "Zhengyanglou" which was well-known in Beijing at that time.

From then on, Donglaishun became unstoppable. Not only did it build high-rise buildings and elegant rooms, but it also continued to expand its business varieties and became a famous old brand in Beijing. In his previous life, Dabao was obsessed with Donglaishun's shabu-shabu mutton. Dipping it in some chives and then having a bite of Donglaishun sesame cake, the taste was something that even gods might not be able to enjoy.

Dabao arrived at Donglaishun ten minutes before five, but he was not wearing a police uniform. After all, gangsters like Xiao Erduo hate people in uniform the most.

Dabao was wearing a Zhongshan suit today. His straight waist made him look more handsome, like a handsome young man in troubled times.

Although Donglaishun has been transformed into a public-private partnership and the employees have become salaried government servants, their inherent passion is unstoppable.

Before Dabao could lift the door curtain, the door curtain was lifted up by the waiter, who was smiling.

"Young master, you are here? How many people are there today? Do you want to sit in the lobby or in a private room?"

Dabao likes this Beijing dialect so much. It makes people feel warm from the inside out. Although the economy is developed and the culture is flourishing in later generations, it lacks the "human touch" of the old times.

Dabao sighed secretly. These things passed down by our ancestors were all despised and disappeared in the end... He didn't understand whether this was progress or regression. Although people in this era were not well fed and clothed, they still had such a strong sense of humanity. But in later generations, the elderly would try to extort money from people by pretending to be drunk, curse people when occupying seats on the bus, and act like scoundrels and throwing tantrums. Isn't that a lack of humanity?

"I have an appointment with Lian Cuihua."

"Oh, please forgive me, I am not very good at seeing you. It turns out that you are Mr. Lian's guest. Please go upstairs. Mr. Lian has been here for half an hour..." The waiter habitually bowed and took Dabao upstairs.

The wooden staircase was mottled and had a very old feel. The waiter led the way up to the second floor and walked along the corridor to the last private room.

The waiter pushed the door open and said, "Please come in, sir." This was said with a certain manner. The waiter was informing the guests in the private room that your distinguished guest had arrived.

Dabao walked in. The private room was very large. A round table could seat eight or nine people. There were no round stools in the room, but armchairs. Famous calligraphy and paintings were hung on the walls.

These are all genuine products, absolutely no fakes.

There were only two people in the private room, one was Xiao Erduo and the other was Lian Hu.

When Xiao Erduo heard the servant's call, he pulled Lian Hu up and stood up. When he saw Dabao, he was stunned for a moment.

In the morning, the sky was dark and it was drizzling, so it was hard to see clearly.

Seeing that Dabao was so young, Xiao Erduo muttered something in his heart, but as soon as Dabao spoke, he confirmed that this was the expert who helped him in the morning.

"Mr. Lian, I'm late, please forgive me." Dabao clenched his fist with one hand and held his other fist in front of his chest, with his right hand inside and his left hand outside.

This is an old etiquette for martial artists. The Tao Te Ching says that a gentleman values ​​the left when he is at home and the right when he is fighting. The left palm and right fist represent salute.

Little Ear was stunned. This was the etiquette of the Jianghu people. The young man in front of him seemed to be from the martial arts school.

He also quickly returned the greeting: "May I know your name, brother? Who are you studying under?"

This is called pandao, to see if they are one of us.

Dabao changed his fist into a palm, put his palms together, and raised his thumbs: "Brother Qin Dabao, my old mentor, please forgive me for saying that it is Bajiquan Tong Wenying."

Little Ear exclaimed in surprise, "But he's the direct disciple of the legendary spearman Li Shuwen? Tong Wenying, nicknamed the Eight Extremes that Shock the Nine Cities?"

Dabao nodded: "That's right."

Little Ear cried out: "Wen Shu'er's disciple? Oh my God, my father Lian Sihai was once a sworn brother of Wen Shu'er. My father died in 46, and Wen Shu'er also moved away, so we stopped communicating.

I never thought that today I would find out that we are close brothers."

This friendship is not that far-reaching. In the Republic of China, if the brothers were sworn brothers, they would be closer than blood brothers.

"Brother Dabao, come, come, please take your seat."

Xiao Erduo is a well-known righteous man in the underworld, and Dabao also wants to make friends with him. Now that they are friends and brothers, the atmosphere suddenly becomes tense.

Dabao was not polite and sat to the left of Xiaoerduo, which was the seat for distinguished guests. Lianhu was a simple-minded man who spoke slowly and was not good at socializing, but he was not stupid. He knew that it was Dabao who saved his life, so he grinned at Dabao and laughed, which was considered a greeting.

"Brother, I ordered mutton hot pot and the wine is Shaodaozi. I wonder if you can eat it?"

Dabao waved his hand: "The guest should follow the host's wishes, Brother Lian, you make the decision."

This change of words made Little Ear even happier. He was an old hand, and he could tell the temperament of any person at a glance.

"Brother Dabao, judging from your behavior, you must be an official, right?"

Dabao didn't want to hide it. After all, if he could escape in the morning, his identity would be clear.

"I am the director of the Sijiqing Commune Police Station."

"Oh..." Xiao Erduo nodded. He was stunned. Police station? Chief?

"Brother, how old are you?"

"Brother Lian, I will be nineteen in a month and a half."

"Oh my God..." Little Ear was shocked. He had thought that Dabao was young, but he didn't expect him to be so young, and to be the director of a police station.

Although he was not an official and did not understand the hierarchy, he had never eaten pork, but he had never seen a pig run. The youngest director he knew was only 27 or 28 years old, and he was still called the youngest and most promising director.

But compared to Dabao? What the hell?

As they were talking, several waiters started to serve the dishes. Donglaishun's hot pot was made of copper, and later they added cloisonné pots. Such a boiler has a large chamber, can hold more charcoal, and the hot pot is heated evenly.

The hot pot came up, and four more dishes were served, including mixed bean curd, pickled garlic, donkey rolls, and a flavored eggplant.

The next dish that comes up is Donglaishun’s signature dish, the hand-cut lamb hind leg meat. This is the dish that requires the most effort. Each slice of lamb is as thin as paper, as even as crystal, as neat as a thread, and as beautiful as a flower. The meat is tender and delicious, without any smell of mutton. Paired with their secret seasoning, it is simply a delicacy on earth!

A waiter brought the warmed wine. Hotpot is best enjoyed with strong liquor, as the mutton is quite strong and greasy, but with the strong liquor, it becomes the ultimate delicacy...

Little Ear picked up the wine pot and filled it for Dabao. He didn't care about Lian Hu, because Lian Hu couldn't drink. After drinking, he punched hard and almost killed the person who came to challenge him. That's why Little Ear forbade him to drink.

So Lian Hu is a good eater. He picks up a plate of mutton slices with chopsticks, dries them in the pot, takes them out and dips them in the secret sauce, and eats one plate of mutton at a time.

The mutton slices at that time were not like those in the hot pot restaurants of later generations. The slices of meat were so thick that you could see the people opposite you. A plate of meat looked like a lot, but in fact it was less than 40 taels. Now, a plate of mutton slices at Donglaishun is half a pound, with slices of mutton.

This Lianhu eats half a pound of meat in one bite, which really scares Dabao. What a guy! Who can afford to raise such a tiger?