I'm really just the village head

Looking at Liu Chunlai's smiling face, Zhang Jianmin suddenly wanted to hit someone.

Fortunately, Feng Songtao, who was following him, said, "Manager Zhang, our position has been set, we will go now, it's almost time."

"Yes, yes, Captain Liu, let's go now. The motorcycle will stop here first, is it okay?" Zhang Jianmin said disapprovingly.

Liu Chunlai grinned, "This morning, there is a group of social-fucking cubs. There are thirty or forty. They want to grab our money. Well, just that pocket, not much, 300,000... Then, Now I’m here for some people to eat hot pot, they are chewing black-faced wowotou in the Public Security Bureau..."

When speaking, he pointed to the yard.

A huge linen bag was thrown at the door of the hall at will, and the open bag mouth could even see bundles of black unity.

Zhang Jianmin saw the money, his eyes lighted up.

Almost ready to grab the money.

But looking at Liu Chun to check his eyes, he couldn't help but smiled, "I want to grab you."

"Xu Xiaotian and the others have acted. The money is still here..." Liu Chunlai looked indifferent, "If it weren't for Brother Nine, I would let Xu Xiaotian and the others take the money this morning. When the time comes, I will slowly find them..."

Zhang Jianmin looked at Liu Chunlai with a calm face, especially his indifferent expression when he said this, and his back felt cold.

This hot day!

Feng Songtao wanted to speak before but had no chance.

Now I finally have a chance, "Captain Liu, the hot pot restaurant over there is relatively good business, although hot pot is considered to be eaten by talented people, it is not the case. On a hot day, eating hot pot, sweating all over the body..."

"That's true, sweating can produce moisture." Liu Chunlai did not beat Zhang Jianmin again.

Zhang Jianmin was too easy to beat with the old fritters he had encountered.

Not long after the reform and opening up, hot pot became a business card of Shancheng and eventually even went to the world.

In the world of Liu Chunlai, the Jianghu said: There is nothing that cannot be solved by a hot pot meal; if a hot pot meal cannot be solved, then two meals.

Liu Chunlai also likes to eat hot pot.

But he will not arrange this on formal business occasions.

I even know that Shancheng hot pot is actually quite different from Rongcheng hot pot.

Although the ingredients, craftsmanship, and brand of hot pots in the whole country and even the world are all spread from Shancheng and Rongcheng, there is still a big difference between these two places.

Chaotianmen Wharf, as the largest passenger terminal in the mountain city, can sail to the lower reaches of the Yangtze River when there is no internal combustion engine as power.

There must be trackers going up.

For a long time since New China was founded, trackers still existed.

Now, they can no longer be seen.

But they left an indelible trace-hot pot!

If you want to talk about the origin, this thing is in China, which can eat the internationally flooded species to extinction, and has a history of at least nearly two thousand years.

During the Eastern Han Dynasty, hot pot existed.

In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi had a poem called "Ask Liu Nineteen": Green Ants Xinjiu, Red Clay Small Stove.Can you drink a cup if you want to snow in the night?It is even more proof that the Chinese people at that time have become foodies.

But these are not hot pots in Shancheng.

The origin of Shancheng hot pot is the most widely circulated saying: It was developed from the improvement of Shancheng's trackers!

Since ancient times, the road to Shu has been difficult, and it is difficult to go to the sky.

After Qin Zhang Yi destroyed the Ba Kingdom and built the Bajun city and built the Chaotianmen, the convenient water transport in the mountain city gave birth to a profession (perhaps earlier)-the tracker.

The boat is going retrograde, and the tracker needs to use the rope to pull the boat up the river.

The riverside was windy and humid, and the trackers were poor, so they could only buy food such as butter and beef offal.

Stir-fry chili with butter, add pepper, ginger, garlic and other condiments that have the effect of dispelling cold and dehumidification, and then boil the internal organs of beef, etc., not only can eat, but also dispel cold and dehumidify...

The rich added various spices in it, and it slowly became a business card for the whole Bashu.

Hongya Cave was originally a slum in the mountain city.

Most trackers live in this area.

The hot pot restaurant Zhang Jianmin brought Liu Chun to is not a state-owned hot pot restaurant.

After all, state-owned hot pot restaurants commute to and from get off work on time.

The shop is only three to four hundred meters away from Liu Chunlai's office. He has never been here before.

Still far away, I already smelled the strong aroma of hot pot.

A stilt building with blackened wood on the outside. The side facing the street is completely opened. During the day, the door panel is removed to open the door, and at night, the door panel is directly placed in the upper and lower slotted door frame.

The room is not big, and there are four tables of eight immortals inside, making it a bit crowded.

There are also two tables facing the street, almost occupying half of the street.

Fortunately, there are not a few cars going here these days.

At this moment, it was less than six o'clock, and the greasy tables inside and outside the room were full.

Even the floor has a lot of oil stains.

The middle of the table was hollowed out, and there was a coal stove. The top one looked like a hand-made Jiugongge hot pot, and the red soup in the pot was rolling.

Before entering the house, I felt a heat wave from far away.

Many people who eat hot pot are shirtless and sweaty.

"Mr. Liu, come, let's just start eating..." When Liu Chunlai was looking at the environment, someone greeted him.

At first he didn't realize that Manager Liu was him.

There are three tables of people, all Erdao dealers who bought goods from him this morning.

Seeing a few people from Liu Chun, they kept saying hello and wanted to invite Liu Chun to join them.

"I can't ask Mr. Mai?" Zhang Jianmin looked at the people who had invited Liu Chun to come. He glared at them with a fierce look, and his voice was even more threatening.

They are all the downfalls of this piece, and everyone naturally knows Zhang Jianmin.

So I could only smile at Liu Chunlai awkwardly.

"Boss Zhang, are you here? I have reserved the upstairs position for you." A small, gray-haired man in his sixties greeted him warmly, "Quick, please come inside."

Then he brought Liu Chun into the house with a few people.

The floor of the Diaojiaolou was made of wooden boards. Liu Chunlai stepped on it and found some sticky feet.

Fortunately, I am used to the hygienic environment these years.

Here, hygiene is absolutely impossible to meet the standard.

This entry, the heat wave is worse than outside.

The sweat went out instantly.

This made Liu Chunlai's slimy body a lot more comfortable.

"Most of the tables outside here can be put together..." Feng Songtao explained when Liu Chunlai curiously stared at each table below which was full of people.

Fight table?

Liu Chunlai was puzzled.

"There is no charge for the hot pot base. Some people can sit at a table and occupy a few grids for the hot dishes. If the pot tastes weak, add some base..."

"Don't change the bottom of the pot?"

Suddenly, Liu Chunlai didn't want to eat hot pot anymore.