Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 175

The red clouds spread across the sky, reflecting the beauty of the imperial city in the early morning.

"Come on! Hang up!"

Someone shouted in the bustling streets.

A moment later, the big man squeezed through the crowd, lifted the thin figure who had just spoken to his shoulders, and hung a wooden sign on the side of the shop.

The moment the tall figure fixed the wooden sign firmly, thunderous applause rang out from all around.

The raised heads looked extremely excited, pointing at the wooden sign as if looking at a glorious monument.

Gossip always spread quickly. Soldiers in the military camp went back to their hometowns to visit their relatives. After tea and dinner, the generals spread the news to the public. It quickly spread under the afternoon trees in the imperial city, causing the entire imperial city to be bombed.

Some astute shopkeepers seem to smell a business opportunity from the anger of the crowd.

Some people hang wooden signs on the shop with the inscription "official charcoal, refuse to use it privately" and "smuggle charcoal privately, seek wealth and death".

While expressing my heart to resist such profiteers, I will bring a wave of admiring "loving" people to the whole store.

Then this feat was imitated one after another, and this shop is one of them.

Someone lit up the green bamboos piled up on the street corner, the flames licked and rose, and the green smoke made a crackling sound, which attracted the crowd to applaud.

"Treasurer Li is indeed the lord of justice, resisting such profiteers entering the city, this is a model of merchants!"

"Good job! From now on, I will come to taste a bowl of Guipu noodles every day and express my feelings."

"Support shopkeeper Li, righteous businessmen must not let such profiteers speculate and make profits!"

The voice of praise was heard, the owner of the noodle shop named shopkeeper Li, dressed in money and silk thread clothes, with a big belly, and three layers of fat on his smiling chin.

Twisting his body and struggling to stand on the high stone pier by the side of the long street, more people have seen it. Looking at the crowds of black people on the long street, when the firecrackers rang, they raised their hands to the sky and spoke righteously.

"There is a statement in the official uniform, and there is also a notice in the Changsun's mansion that the charcoal smoke is extremely poisonous."

"I hate that profiteer, talking about the lack of knowledge of the common people, and selling this thing as fuel without conscience."

"Such a bad act, we, the kind and honest merchants, will be sworn to death! Resolutely resist it! Don't let him take root in the imperial city!"

The passionate words attracted applause from the onlookers, which drowned out the sound of firecrackers.

Pressing down the chubby palm, shopkeeper Li put on a warm face and smiled shyly.

"Everyone, today we are going to face the village, and we will charge less money to accommodate more guests."

"The ones who come are all honest people, the ones who come are role models of resisting profiteers, and the ones who come..."

As soon as the voice fell, some upright people rolled up their sleeves and pushed forward noisily.

"A bowl of noodles only costs about ten yuan, no matter what you do, it's better than that profiteer who cheats chickens and ducks."

"Don't be dumbfounded, everyone, should you pay a reward for the sincerity of the shopkeeper?"

Those who were enlightened, those who were hazy, and those with black eyes were pushed and shoved into the shop. The chubby shopkeeper smiled openly, greeted the diners, and slipped into the back kitchen.

"Put less oil, less meat..."

After the words fell, the cook muttered something in a low voice.

"This is a profiteer..."

On the corner of the street, Li Xiancheng, who was busy buying rivets, silently watched the scene in front of him, and Li Xian suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

It seems that some platforms in later generations also indiscriminately point out that others are wrong, and take the opportunity to pull out things that have nothing to do with themselves, consuming people's feelings.

If you are willing to think that they are all fresh products, don't you know that these businessmen in the prosperous Tang Dynasty played with the leftovers.

"Tsk tsk, if this is put in later generations, it may become a 'speaker', or a 'top pillar' on some platforms."

Cheng Chumo was on the side. Hearing these new words, he was stunned for a while, and looked at Li Xian suspiciously.

"What the hell?"

dong dong dong.

bang bang bang.

The sound of gongs and drums came from the corner of the street.

The literati in Confucian robes held up the long white silk, inscribed with the inscription "poisonous bituminous coal stove seeks wealth and kills, greedy, selfish and profiteer by nature".

Boom!
The head Confucian scholar slammed the golden gong with a drumstick in his hand, causing everyone to step aside and shout out in a correct voice.

"Unscrupulous profiteers deceive our people to be dull and ignorant, and make coal fuel to seek wealth and death."

"We wait for Confucian scholars to eliminate harm for the people and uphold justice! I swear to the death of these unscrupulous traders!"

After talking about the last paragraph, he beat the gongs and drums again, and led the black-clothed Confucian scholars in white to continue forward.

The crowd passed by Li Xian's side, Li Xian squeezed behind the crowd who gave way, pouted towards the upright team, and leaned into Cheng Chumo's ear.

"Look at their battle, our tea shop doesn't even have such a battle when it opens!"

Cheng Chumo watched from the sidelines with his eyebrows twitched, feeling terrified.

If we say that it was just some rumors circulating in the city before, there are always some people who are greedy for cheap and come to try.

But these scholars in front of them are making such a fuss, how can there be any people who are desperate to try?
Thinking of this, Cheng Chumo glanced at the calm Li Xian from the corner of his eye, completely anxious.

"Are you still in the mood to watch the battle? Why don't you inform the workshop as soon as possible?"

The words were so-so, seeing someone watching curiously, Cheng Chumo quickly fell silent.

Li Xian is not stupid, the current public sentiment is heated, Tang Ru exposes his identity as the owner of the Coal Stove Workshop, maybe he will be stripped naked by these radicals in public and thrown into the street!

This place is not as orderly as the law and order of later generations, at least a severe beating will definitely be unavoidable.

Pulling Cheng Chu silently toward the wide corner of the street, the voice naturally lowered.

"I said that you are still a bloody soldier, so you can't hold on to this situation?"

"Are you still worried about the things we made at home?"

"We can help you separate green salt, but you still don't believe that I can separate poisonous smoke?"

Cheng Chumo wrinkled his face tightly. At the age of nearly 20 years old, he wrinkled abruptly and became a real little old man.

Striding up the street, upon hearing Li Xian's words, he first nodded solemnly, then shook his head again.

"Brother Li, I believe you have no problem at all, but this coal stove has also been passed on to me by these people."

"After all, we haven't seen it with our own eyes, so how can we be sure?"

As soon as these words came out, Li Xian was speechless on the spot.

This damn thing really confirmed a sentence, even if it was false, it really became true when it was passed on!
Even a person like Cheng Chumo who is inseparable has a feeling in his heart, I am afraid that the villagers who have received the coal stove are full of doubts and dare not do anything.

Sitting on Cheng Chumo's shoulder, Li Xian pondered for a moment.

"You're right!"

"Why don't you cook a hot pot another day? What the villagers brought was miscellaneous things, and they also dug up a lot of wild vegetables, which are really suitable for stewing in a big pot."

hot pot?

This is the first time Cheng Chumo has heard of it!
I have eaten a few stir-fried dishes in Jinwang Mansion, and this hot pot is a concept in my mind.

But after experiencing Li Xian's cooking skills, why do you care about the details?Delicious and done!

"Hey! I think it will work!"

Knuckles tapped, Li Xianbai glanced at Cheng Chumo, and laughed and cursed.

"Good boy! You didn't even ask what the hot pot is, but you agreed so readily?"

"This coal stove has seen you before but has doubts?"

During the fight, the crowd from the noodle shop ran out in a swarm, following the line of scholars parading through the street, shouting loudly.

Li Xian and Cheng Chumo stopped in their tracks, looked at the crowd who joined the parade, and clicked their tongues.

"Tsk tsk, it's a tradition left over from the ancients to love to watch excitement, and even this is no exception."

"Isn't it! Look at the shopkeeper of the noodle shop, his face is green."

"Hey~ It's your own fault, justice is at your fingertips."

(End of this chapter)