Conquer the World

Chapter 215 Chungu Pancake Butcher Picking Meat

Fang Jie didn't expect that the place where the old lame brought him would be like this. What appeared before him was a place that had nothing to do with the prosperity of Chang'an City.It looks dirty, messy, and shabby.This is a market hidden in a dark corner. People who come here seem to be completely isolated from the scenery of Chang'an City.But it's very lively here, even some wealthy housekeepers come here to buy things.

The size of this market is not too small, at least there are hundreds of stalls in the past.The sewage on the ground has frozen, and it slips a bit on it.If you look closely, you will find fish offal in these ballasts, pig skin with hair, feathers of chickens and ducks, and pig feces.

Fang Jie first saw a butcher with a pipe in his mouth. He wore only a leather apron in the winter and was naked. He could see the thick black hair on his chest.He swallowed the smoke while removing bones from the pork with a boning sharp knife. He could know by looking at him, even if he closed his eyes, he could pull out each bone skillfully.There were three knives on the vegetable pier next to him, a thick back kitchen knife for chopping meat, a spatula for removing pigskin, and a heavier bone chopping knife.

Behind him, a sturdy woman squatted on the ground to clean up the pig's water, which is the internal organs of the pig.Everything is put in a big tub, pig heart, pig lung, liver, pig intestine, still steaming.

"Madam, hungry!"

The butcher shouted while deboning. His mother-in-law yelled, stood up and wiped his bloody hands on the apron casually, walked to the side of the stove and opened the lid. Bread, steaming.The woman used her bloody hands to pick up the pancake and put it on the chopping board. She picked a large piece of raw lard with a knife and evenly spread it on it, then sprinkled some salt.Finally, a green onion was peeled and placed on a pancake roll, and handed to the butcher: "Eat it."

The butcher took the pipe down and set it aside, slamming the sharp knife into the pier.The four-shank knives are neatly arranged, and the distance between them is exactly the same.

He squatted on the ground, swallowed the pancake with greasy hands, swallowed it, and ate with relish.Looking at his expression, it seems that this is the most delicious thing in the world.

Next to the butcher's stall is a vendor selling Chinese cabbage.It doesn't look thin, but it looks a little thinner than the butcher.He sat on a shabby chair, squinted at Erlang's legs and hummed an unknown song, Fang Jie listened to it, and found that it was the taste of Qinqi from the northwest mountain people, long and rough, but he could not hear the specifics. What lyrics.

An old goat was tied to the side of his stall, stealing his cabbage from time to time.But he ignored it at all, humming Xiaoquer leisurely and complacent.

Or smelling the smell of pancakes, he opened the eyelids to look at the butcher, and then snorted: "If the spring aunt married me, how could I be willing to let her do such crude things? All day and raw pig blood In dealing with each other, a beautiful flower-like beauty was ruined as it is now! "

"Why? It's your turn to despise it ?!"

The butcher's mother-in-law asked, pinching her waist and eyebrows.

The man who sells cabbage immediately counseled him and smiled with him: "Isn't this distressing you."

The butcher's mother-in-law glared at him fiercely, smeared the second cooked pancake with lard, sprinkled with salt, rolled with green onions, and then tossed it to the man who sold cabbage.It looks exactly the same, but at least half of the lard is put in this cake.

The butcher smiled happily, as if taking advantage of how much.He thought that Chungu still cared about me, and smeared more than half of the raw lard for him.

The vegetable farmer also smiled happily, as if taking a lot of money.He thought that Chungu still missed me, knowing that I couldn't eat anything too oily.

Looking inside, it is a stall selling fish.The sturdy fisherman saw that the business was light, and picked up two grass carp with careless hands and feet, scalped and eviscerated the internal organs, and afterwards rinsed in the water, he used the rope to pass through the gills and tied the grass carp in one hand Walked with his own wine gourd.

"Change pancakes!"

He didn't say a word.

The butcher's mother-in-law gave him a white look: "Waiting!"

The fisherman squatted down next to the stall with a bang, and threw out the two cleaned fish, which happened to fall in the bucket beside the butcher's mother-in-law.He squatted down to drink while waiting for pancakes to come out of the pan, and looked at the smiling butcher with a sneer: "I just couldn't understand why Chun Gu had married you this silly fool at first? Marry me, but also the one who sells vegetables. Anyway, he is smarter than you! But she did n’t expect that she picked you up and chose you. ”

"My life is good."

The butcher still grinned and didn't look angry at all.

The fisherman shook his head helplessly and passed the jug. The butcher who had finished the pancake quickly wiped his hands on the apron, as if afraid of staining the fisherman's jug.He took a sip carefully, smashing it, smashing it, aftertaste, his expression was very intoxicating and enjoyable.But instead of taking a second bite, he handed the hip flask back.

"Don't you dare to take another sip?"

The fisherman sneered.

The butcher smiled embarrassedly and said: "Aunt Chun said, and asked me to take a sip of wine in one day."

At this time, the pancake's Chun Gu seemed to inadvertently see the old lame, and then smiled and asked: "Lame, what do you want to exchange your Northwestern for today?"

The lame man took it for granted: "It is natural to eat a pancake."

Fang Jie stood not far from them, subconsciously rubbed his brow and said to himself: "The relationship is really chaotic ..."

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The only relatively clean place in this market is the stall that sells wontons, although it seems that the cooks who make wontons are not clean at all.The apron in front of him was dirty and the original color could not be seen. The mud in the nail gap seemed to be stuffed into a layer of coal.I really do n’t know how someone would buy the wonton he made, and there were still many people who bought it.

The two tables are joined together and sit around a dozen people.

Fang Xie looked at the people in front of him carefully, and sighed in the heart hope that the old lame is not playing with himself.

Butcher, vegetable farmer, fisherman, cook, salesman, bartender, Liba, smoker, fortune teller, and Chun Gu.

All kinds of things, it doesn't look like a master.

But it can be seen that the old lame is very familiar and respectful to them.While talking, although I was running around with damn things going to you-mom and other swear words, but it showed a kind of unpretentious intimacy.Sitting among these people, Fang Jie felt like he was from Mars.He seemed too clean, so clean that he was at a loss.

"Okay"

"Good"

"improvise"

"Something"

"Reluctantly"

These people whispered these words in their mouths, and inspected the solutions carefully, like inspecting and buying animals.Fang Jie didn't doubt it at all. If they wanted to, they would strip themselves off in a second and see if the meat quality was good.Especially the big woman named Chun Gu looked at Fang Jie most carefully, and she was obviously the common dream lover of these men.Her eyes moved from inch to inch on Fang Jie's body. Fang Jie even felt that her underwear could not hide her.

The reason for the comments above is because the old lame was so straightforward.

"He is the heir to the prince."

Then these people stared at him. Although there was some dissatisfaction in the comments, at least it seemed that there was no disgust.Perhaps it seems to them that the loyal prince Yang Qi is a kind of demeanor that does not belong to the world, so no man can compare with him.Fang Jie looks slender but not thin, with a beautiful face but not masculine. In the eyes of women, it should be regarded as a beautiful man. In the eyes of these people, he has barely humiliated the reputation of the loyal prince.

"How do you prove that he is?"

The fisherman asked the old lame.

"What I said is proof, do you think I will lie?"

The old lame answered with pancakes and wontons.

"That won't work"

The fortune-teller said with a lip, "You are not an honest gentleman, and deception is nothing to you. There is no evidence, we don't believe it unless ..."

The old lame pouted: "Unless what?"

Mr. Fortune Teller seriously looked at Fang Jie's face, and then extended his hand: "Unless let me touch the bone, come, come and let me touch."

"Pooh!"

The old lame yelled and said, "Who doesn't know how good you are?"

The fortune-teller blushed and looked annoyed at Chungu: "Who told her not to choose me, but to choose the fool of the butcher? Since then I have no interest in women, unless Chungu will marry me again."

"To shut up!"

Chun Gu scolded, looking at Fang Jie and asked, "What can you prove that you are a heir to the prince? Things can also be done, and cultivation can be done. Let us look at it, and rest assured, it ’s really impossible, fake. Can't hide 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 Xie thought for a while and said, "It's true. I and Master only spent a very short time with Fan Gu in Northwest China. I don't know why Master chose me to be his heir, and it didn't pass me Something that can prove identity. "

"Which kind of heir is heir to?"

The grower scolded in a low voice, apparently the other party's solution was a bit against.

"Lord, where did you pick up such a little white face? I personally want to pretend to be the successor of the prince. Are you stupid in the red sleeves?"

The fisherman grunted in dissatisfaction.

"Master Lame, wouldn't you just pick up a little boy from the Qinglou to lie to us to eat and drink? Did he honor you for a pot of Northwestern burn, or honor your pair of white butts?

Liba chewed a piece of cabbage from the vegetable farmers' stall and asked.

The old lame glanced at Fang Jie, but it didn't seem to mean to him.He seemed to enjoy seeing some disgusting pancake roll raw lard in the eyes of Fang Jie, and the wontons made by those black hands.Fang Xie knew what it meant for the old lame not to circumvent himself, and he would have to find a way for these people to recognize him.

"I can't find anything to prove my identity because Master gave me nothing. The only thing I gave was a little golden pill, which was eaten by me. But if you just refuse to believe that I am Master's heir, I Will still use your own methods to convince you. "

"any solution?"

Chungu asked.

Fang Jie smiled and said: "When I was in Fan Gu, I once asked Master, how to make people believe what you said? Master said reasoning. I asked again, if the other party does not listen to you reasoning. Master said, then Just beat him to believe you are good. "

"and so……"

Fang Jie stood up and slowly took off his robe and said, "Are you going together or are you going to fight one by one?"

"what?"

The only woman among the ten people, the one named Chun Gu gave a sigh and looked at Fang Jie's eyes slightly changed. She yelled, "Now it looks a bit like it."