Three-pot porridge and naan

In the middle of the night, there was another cry like a pig being slaughtered from the other side of the Dongcheng market, followed by a few dogs barking.

Some people in the surrounding neighborhood woke up with a start, and came out wearing clothes and carrying a lamp.

The man yawned, and looked sleepily at the place where the barking sound came from: "It's Wandong's shop again, it's all right, go back to sleep."

Mei Wandong, male and female, with picturesque eyebrows, creamy skin, slender figure, and an indifferent style, is a beautiful young man who was once famous in this well-known place in the eastern city of Jingdong.

Those who miss the beautiful boy Wandong, no matter men, women, old or young, can line up far away from the wall of Wandong's house.

Dongcheng Market is next to the largest horse market in Shangjing, so there will be Sogdian caravans coming in from the east gate during the day, and the long camel caravan will stop in Dongcheng Market for a while, and they often finish their meal in the market. After a meal, we will go to the horse market.

When men from other places saw Wandong, a peddler in the porridge and nang shop in the Dongcheng market, those with poor eyesight thought she was a beautiful girl, so they became lustful and came to look over Wandong's courtyard wall at night.

Most of the shops in the Dongcheng Market are the same. The front is the front of the shop and the back is the small courtyard of each family. The small courtyard has a back door and a courtyard wall.

Someone must have been short-sighted to climb over Wandong's courtyard wall again. Now he ate Wandong's dagger and ran out crying in pain...

The people around Wandong's martial arts meeting didn't know, but Lao Wan next door had seen Wandong wielding a dagger, and Lao Wan's eyes were dazzled by those tricks.

Seeing that there was nothing to do outside, Lao Wan walked into his house with a lamp.

The next day, the sky was pale, and there were already several people lined up in front of Wandong's porridge shop.

Wandong opened the door to receive guests at Sishi, so he first set up three large pots in front of the shop.Then the big wooden table in the hall was moved out, and the prepared meat and bags were also moved out.

There were also people around outside, and he took out the clay pot with the big "Secret" on it blankly, and wiped his fingers that were as white as tofu, and someone beside him swallowed a mouthful of saliva just looking at his fingers.

Probably marveling at Wandong's ability to keep his hands so tender while doing rough work?

Wandong still expressionlessly sprinkled the grilled mutton with his secret pepper powder.

Wandong's mutton is fresh and tender, tender and juicy, but it tastes fat but not greasy.

Wandong’s naan is also delicious, it’s big and round enough to cover the big face of Lao Wan next door, but it only costs three pennies a piece. In a place like Shangjing, you can spend one penny for a night’s stay, three pennies The naan is the only one in the whole of Beijing.

Wandong's porridge is boiled and sold right away, with a little licorice, kudzu root and Gorgon fruit added, and it costs two cents a bowl, which is not too big.

He gets up at the end of Yin every day, and spends the whole Mao hour kneading dough, making naan, cooking meat and roasting naan.

He was born in Yaoxiangmei Mansion, and the ancestors of his mother's family, the Xue family, were blacksmiths and had worked with several nobles from aristocratic families, but in the generation of Wandong's grandfather, he stopped making swords and began to make pots and pots. Can't do iron smelting for generations and is attached to the Yu family of King Yannan.

When Xiao Wandong was young, he had to learn medicine from his father, and also learned to smelt, forge and cast iron from his mother. The young Wandong was so tired that he wanted to sleep every day, and his parents were arguing, wanting to split him in half to use.

Mei Xiaobai didn't dare to smash Wandong's shop in the daytime. According to the time of the previous few times, it should be when he was still sleeping in the early morning.

Because Wandong has a few admirers, many of those people sneak peeks at Wandong's shop during the day, so Mei Xiaobai chooses to smash Wandong's shop in the early morning.

It was a strange day, it was when you were here, and there were still people shopping in the market, but Wandong went to bed early, and now he has gone to bed.

Mei Xiaobai hurriedly walked in front, Lao Wan next door wiped off his sweat, and said to his wife: "Lady, then Mei Xiaobai is here to trouble Wandong again, Wandong is probably asleep right now."

It was already commonplace, and Lao Wan's lady continued to do her embroidery work without raising her head.

Wandong had always been a light sleeper, and woke up before he knocked on the door when he heard footsteps stopping in front of his shop. He stood in front of the window on the second floor and looked downstairs.

The son of a bitch brought nine people with him this time, wait a minute, the one walking slowly behind...

Wan Dong narrowed his eyes, and his eyes locked on the face under the firelight, which was more beautiful than evil.

Wan Dong certainly recognized Zou Wu'an.

He met Zou Wu'an once half a year ago when he first came to Beijing from Yingbei.

It's just that Zou Wu'an's first sentence pissed him off.

Dressed in a shining purple robe, there was an evil man in his handsome elegance, his blood-stained thin lips parted lightly: "Pingting is more than thirteen, and the cardamom tip is early February."

When Zou Wu'an first met, he had two misunderstandings. He thought Wandong was a girl who went out in men's clothing, and he thought Wandong was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

"I am seventeen years old."

He is not short at all, but he is always thought to be thirteen or fourteen years old.

He answered Zou Wu'an's two questions in one sentence.

Zou Wu'an was stunned for a while, then blushed and smiled again: "Mr. Wandong is so handsome."

"..." Wandong threw a sharp glance at it, which made Zou Wu'an's heart go cold.

At that time, Zou Wu'an was just a commoner, and in the blink of an eye half a year later, he became the servant of the Ministry of Punishment.This year Zou Wu'an is just twenty.

Wandong heard from the old man Liao who liked to chatter the most in the Dongcheng teahouse that the servants of the Ministry of Industry, Households, and Officials were all 50 or 20 years old, and Zou Wu'an was able to become a servant at the age of [-]. of.

"Hmph, I'm going to meet you."

Wandong closed the window with a "snap", took the dagger on the table and stuck it in the leather belt around his waist, and went downstairs.

Hearing the sound of closing the window, Mei Xiaobai looked up and smiled: "Cousin, cousin!"

Wandong opened the door and growled, "Shut up!"

Seeing his cousin's face that looked like a fairy, Xiao Bai was dumbfounded for a moment, then laughed and shouted again.

Wandong just wanted to threaten him, if he smashed his shop again today, he would kill him directly, but before he opened his mouth, he saw the man in purple robe coming forward, talking and laughing at Yan Yan, flirtatious and evil.

"Young Master Wandong, I came here because I wanted to talk to you. Don't worry, I'm here. I won't let Xiaobai smash your shop." Deliberately tender and affectionate.

Wandong sneered in his heart, if it wasn't for your surname Zou's acquiescence the first two times, Mei Xiaobai would have dared to smash Lao Tzu's shop, but he still said expressionlessly: "Let Xiaobai wait outside, I am upset when I see him." .”

"Xiaobai, take them to the gate of the market and wait for me."

Zou Wu'an was about to come in, Wandong caught a glimpse of the thing he was holding in his hand, the iron pestle was bigger than the ax he used for chopping wood... Wandong squinted his beautiful eyes and said, "My lord, if you want to come in, just hold your hand Put the things on the outside."

Wandong was probably afraid that Zou Wu'an would openly say that he wanted to talk to him, and would fight with him in a short while, and smash him and his family's porridge and naan shop with that thing...

It's easy for him to say that ordinary people can't hurt him, but whoever dares to smash his porridge and naan shop will kill him!

There are no more than three things, no matter how good the temper is, there is a limit to patience.

Zou Wu'an put the iron pestle at the door, and then said with a smile: "Young Master Wandong, can I go in?"

"Come in." The door was not closed, leading him into the room and sitting down.

"There is tea on the table, you pour it yourself. On the left is oolong, and on the right is white water." Wandong said, went to the water tank to wash his hands.

"..." Zou Wu'an poured oolong tea by himself, and saw Wandong scrubbing his hands.Zou Wu'an could probably guess that Wandong opened the door for him just now, so he washed his hands.

He couldn't help guessing that Wandong might have a cleanliness freak.

But Wandong is a doctor, a blacksmith, and now a peddler selling snacks.All he does for a living is dirty work...

Poor little Wandong.

"Lord Zou, I'll just ask directly. Do you want me to do the job, okay? I'll accept it here. Please let me go."

After washing his hands, Wandong opened a white porcelain box on the table, wiped the white ointment inside, and a medicinal smell came over his face.

When Zou Wu'an heard that his eyes lit up, he was so happy, he said immediately without thinking, "Wandong's work is put aside first, you first cover my pestle..."

A "slap" slap came over, hitting Zou Wu'an on the forehead, and Zou Wu'an's hand pointing to the door just froze there.

And Wandong was already standing with his hands behind his back expressionlessly, and the hand behind his back was already playing with his dagger, those beautiful eyes were fixed on Zou Wu'an, probably as long as Zou Wu'an moved, he would be caught off guard immediately .

Zou Wu'an's head was buzzing after being slapped by Wandong's slap. If a normal person encounters this, he will definitely think: beat up the imperial court official, this troublemaker doesn't want to live!

But Zou Wu'an was thinking, Xiao Wandong's speed...could it be a hidden master of the rivers and lakes?

Although he, Zou Wu'an, is a civil servant, he was born into a noble family, and he was taught horseback riding and archery when he was young. Although he is not good at training, he shouldn't be able to hide when an ordinary person slaps him?This should not be right?

But just now he really didn't react...

Zou Wu'an went through what he said just now in his mind again, only then did he know why Wandong slapped him...

So his face was red and his ears were red: "I said that the iron pestle at the door, you can do me a favor and boil him, I want to see what is hidden in it! How much is it?"

Wandong narrowed his eyes slightly, molten iron?

"Caomin don't have the guts to melt iron privately. Now Caomin reports to the government for as many iron pots and pots as they make, let alone melting iron."

Wandong's indifferent voice came, knowing that Zou Wu'an had really come to him for some business, he sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Just do it, I'll take care of it if something goes wrong." Zou Wu'an said and put an ingot of ten taels of silver on the table.The two of them met more than half a year ago in front of the iron shop in Xuejiazhuang on the outskirts of the city, and Zou Wu'an's entanglement with Wandong had something to do with iron in the final analysis.

Although Wandong didn't look at him, he glanced at the twelve taels of silver out of the corner of his eye...

It has to be said that Zou Wu'an is very good at pleasing others.

"What's the case?"

Wandong didn't ask about Tiechu, but asked about the case.

"The homicide case two hours ago, tomorrow morning, no, maybe it will spread in a while, this case is being investigated by my subordinates, but I have my eye on this iron rod." Zou Wu'an rubbed his forehead and sat down, He also poured himself a cup of tea.

"Go ahead."

Zou Wu'an's eyes continued to shine brightly: "Since you have heard my case, you have to do my work. If Xiaobai runs errands for me, I will give him 20 taels of silver every three months, and I will give you 30 taels of silver."

Heh, Wandong finally understands why that son of a bitch follows Zou Wu'an and encourages him to carry shoes for his new master, who originally gave 20 taels of silver a season.

Wandong's second uncle's family depended entirely on selling oil, so even if they worked hard for a year and a half and lived frugally, they still couldn't earn 20 taels.

No wonder he was asked to carry shoes for Zou Wu'an when his shop was smashed...

**

Zou Wu'an came back from Wandong and called Liu Guang: "Liu Guang, have you heard of Mei Wandong?"

Liu Guang is a swordsman who once wandered in the south of Dayi, and later became a bodyguard beside Zou Wu'an for some reason.

Liu Guang didn't answer right away, thought for a while, and shook his head.

Zou Wu'an frowned slightly and went back to the room: "That's it."

Liu Guang looked at the plum tree under the moonlight in the courtyard, and read the words "Mei Wandong", as if he had forgotten the person he had heard in Xiaohe two years ago.

Luoxue Bone Wan Dongmei, this person is called Dongmei Dagger by the Jianghu, and he is ranked in the weapon list. Two years ago, he became famous in the Xiaohe area. Because his weapon is a dagger, people in the Jianghu feel very It's a novelty.

Among the Jianghu, there are many swordsmen, but there is only one who plays with daggers, and this is the only person in the Jianghu.

He was dressed in white, he was young, he looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, although his appearance was unparalleled, he looked sick, and his hair was also gray. Although he looked terminally ill, his moves Fast and ruthless, those swordsmen and swordsmen who wanted to trouble him on the way had all experienced the pain of his dagger cutting flesh and bones.

The reputation of Luoxue Baigu Wandongmei has spread since then.

No one knows his real age, but it should not be that he is only thirteen or fourteen years old as he looks like. Even if he started practicing internal strength at the age of five, it would take ten years to reach that level. However, the internal strength will be delayed for a few years, unless he has an adventure.

However, this person only appeared in the area of ​​Xiaoshan and Xiaohe in the south of Dayi for a few short months, and then disappeared in the rivers and lakes.