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- Chapter 216: Chun Gu Pancakes and the Butcher Cutting the Meat
Fang Jie did not expect that the place that the old cripple brought him to would be like this. What appeared in front of him was a place that had nothing to do with the prosperity of Chang'an City. It looks dirty, messy and run down. This is a market hidden in a dark corner, and the people who come here seem to be completely isolated from the scenery of Chang'an City. But it's very lively here, even some housekeepers from wealthy families come here to buy things.
The area of ??this market is not too small. At a glance, there are at least hundreds of stalls. The sewage on the ground has frozen, making it a bit slippery to walk on. If you look carefully, you will find fish offal, pig skin with hair, chicken and duck feathers, pig excrement and sheep dung in these ice particles.
The first thing Fang Jie saw was a butcher with a pipe in his mouth. He only wore a leather apron in the winter and was shirtless. You could see the thick black hair on his chest. While puffing on the smoke, he used a boning knife to pick the bones out of the pork. You could tell by the look on his face that he could skillfully pull out every bone even with his eyes closed. There were three knives stuck on the vegetable pile next to him, a thick-backed kitchen knife for chopping meat, a spatula for removing pig skin, and a heavier bone-chopping knife.
Behind him, there was a stout woman squatting on the ground collecting pig waste, which is the pig's internal organs. Everything was placed in a big wooden basin, the pig heart, lungs, liver, and intestines, still steaming.
"Mom, I'm hungry!"
The butcher yelled while picking bones. His mother-in-law hummed, stood up and wiped her bloody hands on her apron. She walked to the stove and opened the lid of the pot. Inside was a piece of fried chicken. Noodles, steaming hot. The woman took out the pancake with her bloody hands and placed it on the chopping board. She used a knife to pick out a large piece of raw lard and spread it evenly on it, and then sprinkled some salt on it. Finally, I peeled a green onion, rolled it on a pancake, and handed it to the butcher: "Eat it."
The butcher took off the pipe and put it aside, then stabbed the sharp knife into the vegetable pile with a bang. The four knives are arranged neatly, and the distance between them is exactly the same.
He squatted on the ground, holding the pancake in his greasy hands and swallowing it with relish. Judging from his expression, it seemed that the most delicious thing in the world was nothing more than this.
Next to the butcher¡¯s stall is a vendor selling Chinese cabbage. He didn't look thin, but he looked a little thin compared to the butcher. He was sitting on an old chair, crossing his legs and humming an unknown tune with squinted eyes. Fang Jie listened carefully and found that it was the Qin opera of the mountain people in the northwest. It was long and rough, but he couldn't hear the specifics. What lyrics.
There is an old goat tied to one side of his stall, which occasionally eats his cabbage. But he didn't pay attention at all, humming a little tune leisurely and contentedly.
Or smelling the aroma of pancakes, he opened his eyelids and glanced at the butcher, then snorted coldly: "If Chun Gu had married me, how could I be willing to let her do such vulgar things? Spending all day with pig flesh and blood Deal with me, a beautiful woman like a flower has been ruined into what she is now!"
"What? It's your turn to be disgusted?!"
The butcher¡¯s wife pinched her waist and asked with raised eyebrows.
The man selling cabbage was immediately frightened and said with a smile: "I feel sorry for you, don't I?"
The butcher¡¯s wife glared at him fiercely, smeared the second cooked pancake with lard, sprinkled it with salt, rolled it with green onions, and threw it to the man selling cabbage. They look exactly the same, but at least half of the lard is missing from this cake.
The butcher smiled, as if he had taken advantage of him. He thought that Chun Gu still cared about me, so he smeared more than half of the raw lard on him.
The vegetable farmer also smiled, as if he had taken a big advantage. He thought that Chungu still missed me and knew that I couldn't eat anything too greasy.
?Looking further inside, there is a stall selling fish. The strong fisherman saw that the business was slow, so he quickly picked up two grass carp, removed the scales, disemboweled them and took out the internal organs. After rinsing them in the water, he tied them with a straw rope through the gills and held the grass carp in one hand. Come over with your own wine gourd.
"Exchange pancakes!"
He didn¡¯t say a word more.
The butcher¡¯s wife rolled her eyes at him and said, ¡°Wait!¡±
The fisherman hummed and squatted down by the stall, casually threw out the two fish he had packed up, and they landed in the bucket next to the butcher's wife. He squatted and drank while waiting for the pancakes to come out of the pan. He glanced at the laughing butcher and snorted: "I just don't understand why Chungu married a fool like you in the first place? I thought it was not the case. Marry me and marry the vegetable seller, at least he is smarter than you! But I didn¡¯t expect that she chose you after all the choices.¡±
"My life is good."
? ?The husband was still smiling and didn't look angry at all.
The fisherman shook his head helplessly and handed over the wine jug. After finishing the pancakes, the butcher quickly wiped his hands on his apron, as if he was afraid of soiling the fisherman's wine jug. He took it and took a cautious sip, smacking it in his mouth and savoring it with an expression of intoxication and enjoyment. But he didn't take a second sip, but handed the wine bottle back.
¡°You really don¡¯t dare to take one more sip?¡±
The fisherman sneered.
The butcher smiled sheepishly and said, "Aunt Chun said that I will be allowed to drink a sip of wine a day."
At this time, Chun Gu, who was making pancakes, seemed to have accidentally seen the old lame man, and then smiled and asked: "Lame Master, what do you want to exchange your Northwest Shao for today?"
The old cripple said matter-of-factly: "Of course I'll eat pancakes instead."
Fang Jie stood not far from them, subconsciously rubbing his brows and muttering to himself: "The relationship is really messy"
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The only clean place in this market is the stall selling wontons, although it seems that the cook who makes the wontons is not clean at all. The apron in front of him was so dirty that the original color could not be seen, and the dirt between his fingernails was as black as if a layer of coal had been stuffed into it. I really don¡¯t know how anyone can buy the wontons he makes, and there are actually quite a few people buying them.
Two tables were put together, with more than ten people sitting around.
Fang Jie looked carefully at the people in front of him and sighed inwardly, hoping that the old cripple was not playing with him.
The butcher, the vegetable farmer, the fisherman, the cook, the salesman, the bartender, the lippa, the smoker, the fortune teller, and the spring girl.
There are all kinds of people, but they don¡¯t look like masters no matter how you look at them.
But it can be seen that the old cripple is very familiar with and respects them. Although he was full of curse words like "fuck you" and "fuck you" when he spoke, there was a sense of unpretentious intimacy. Sitting among these people, Fang Jie felt as if he had come from Mars. He seemed too clean, so clean that he didn't know what to do.
"good"
"good"
"make do"
"Somewhat like"
"Barely"
These people were muttering these words and looking at Fang Jie carefully as if they were inspecting goods to buy livestock. Fang Jie had no doubt that if they were willing, they could strip themselves naked in the next second to see if the meat was good or not. Especially the thick woman named Chun Gu looked at Fang Jie most carefully, and she was obviously the common dream girl of these men. Her eyes moved inch by inch on Fang Jie's body, and Fang Jie even thought that nothing about his underwear could hide anything from her.
The reason for the above comments is because of what the old cripple said straight to the point.
"He is the descendant of the prince."
Then these people stared at him. Although there was some dissatisfaction in their comments, at least they didn't seem to have any disgust. Perhaps in their opinion, Prince Zhong Yang Qi has a demeanor that does not belong to the world, so no man can compare with him. Fang Jie looks slender but not thin, and his face is delicate but not masculine. He should be considered a handsome man in the eyes of women, but in the eyes of these people, he can barely live up to the reputation of Prince Zhong.
"You say he is, how can you prove it?"
The fisherman asked the old lame man.
"What I said is of course the proof. Do you think I will lie?"
The old cripple replied while eating pancakes and wontons.
"That can't be done"
The fortune teller curled his lips and said: "You are not an honest gentleman to begin with, and it is not impossible for you to lie to others. Without evidence, we don't believe it, unless"
The old cripple curled his lips: "Unless what?"
The fortune teller looked at Fang Jie's face seriously, then stretched out his hand and said, "Unless you let me touch the bones, come on, come over and let me touch them."
"Bah!"
The old lame man spat and cursed: "Who doesn't know that you are a man?"
The fortune teller blushed, glanced at Chun Gu and said angrily: "Who told her to choose that fool butcher instead of me? From then on, I have no interest in women unless Chun Gu marries me again."
"Shut up!"
Chun Gu cursed, looked at Fang Jie and asked: "What can you do to prove that you are the descendant of the prince? The things are done and the cultivation level is done. Show it to us for a look. Don't worry, it can't be fake if it's true. You can¡¯t hide it from us!¡±
Fang Jie was silent for a moment, then shook his head and answered seriously: "No."
"No?"
Chun Gu frowned and asked, "Then why should we believe you?"
Fang Jie thought for a while and said: "To be honest, Master and I only spent a very short time together in Fangu, northwest China. I don't know why Master chose me to be his successor, and he didn't pass it on to me. Anything to prove your identity.¡±
"What kind of descendant is that?"
The vegetable farmer swore in a low voice, obviously somewhat conflicted with the solution.
"Where did you pick up such a pretty boy, Lame Master? He just wants to pretend to be the prince's descendant. Are you stupid at the Red Sleeve Recruitment?"
The fisherman muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Master Lame, you didn't just pick up a young man from a brothel to trick us into eating and drinking, did you? Did he honor you with a pot of Northwest Shaozi, or did he honor you with a pair of white buttocks?"
Lipa asked, chewing a piece of cabbage pulled from the vegetable farmer's stall.
The old cripple glanced at Fang Jie, but seemed to have no intention of helping him out. He seemed to really enjoy looking at Fang Jie's slightly disgusting pancakes rolled with raw lard and the wontons made by those black hands. Fang Jie knew what it meant when the old cripple didn't help him. If he wanted these people to recognize him, he had to find a way on his own.
"I couldn't find anything to prove my identity, because Master didn't give me anything. The only thing he gave me was a small golden elixir, which I ate. But if you just don't want to believe that I am Master's descendant, I I will still use my own methods to make you believe.¡±
"any solution?"
Chun Gu asked.
Fang Jie smiled and said: "When I was in Fangu, I once asked Master, how can people believe what you say? Master said to be reasonable. I asked again, what if the other party doesn't listen to your reasoning. Master said, then Just beat him until he believes you."
"so¡¡"
Fang Jie stood up, slowly took off his robe and said, "Are you going to fight together or one by one?"
"Huh?"
The only woman among the ten people, the one named Chun Gu, said something. Her eyes changed slightly when she looked at Fang Jie. She clicked her tongue and said, "Now they look a bit alike." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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