Troubled Times: Start with 800 Dead Soldiers

There is no doubt that Wu Dalang is sincere to himself.

Seeing Wu Dalang greeting her enthusiastically, Su Xia hurriedly asked: Brother, I wonder who the high official you just mentioned is?

Wu Dalang shook his head: "The famous Ximen official in this city, I don't know what happened today. This Ximen official bought my cooking cakes, so they were sold very quickly. He took over the cake, but after buying it, this Ximen The official just ate a few mouthfuls, and then he poured out all the cakes he bought me, saying that it hurt his teeth. You said, how is this possible? This cake is soft..."

After Wu Dalang finished speaking, he sighed again.

Pan Jinlian asked hurriedly: "Did the official give you the money for cooking the cakes?"

Wu Dalang had a sad look on his face, and his face was full of wrinkles. Even Su Xia couldn't tell what the expression was on this guy's face, so he heard Wu Dalang say:

"This high-ranking official from Ximen is not short of money. He has given him money, and given it in excess. But he has wasted the food, not for money, but because the cooking cakes were wasted by the high-ranking Ximen officials. He feels that it is not worth it.

It is indeed a shameful act to waste food, but for Ximen Qing, who makes a lot of money every day and has a lot of money, how can cooking cakes be considered a delicious thing?

As for what Ximen Qing said about teeth grinding, that is naturally impossible. Roasted lamb chops, beef with soy sauce, and roasted pigeons. Which of these things is not harder than cooking pancakes? Why haven't I seen Ximen Qing say that these things hurt his teeth?

When Ximen Qing said this, he was just trying to tie a broomstick behind his back - the rich were pretending to be a wolf with a big tail!

And Wu Dalang had some reasons for feeling regretful about wasting food. After all, he would start kneading the dough before dawn in the morning, kneading the dough, baking it, steaming it in a steamer, and making pancakes before walking around the streets. lanes, pick them up and sell them on the streets.

It didn't matter whether he was making money after working so hard, but he was busy from morning to night, and the fruits of his labor were eaten and thrown away by the officials indifferently. Wu Dalang was always a little unhappy in his heart.

However, Pan Jinlian comforted Wu Dalang from the side: "I say Dalang, why do you need to be sad about this secretly, since the high official gave the money. We haven't lost anything, and we don't have to think too much. You and I Just keep to yourself and make money."

"Madam, you are right. You are right." Wu Dalang nodded, looked at Su Xia and smiled sheepishly, shaking his head and muttering: "You just pity my pancake. Brother Su, look at my crispy pancake. It's tender in texture and full of toughness. Why don't they like to eat this high-ranking official?"

Seeing that Wu Dalang was still talking about the cakes he made, Pan Jinlian couldn't stand it anymore: "Come on, come on, Dalang, stop talking about this. Brother Su must have serious business when he comes to our house."

Su Xia knew in her heart that Pan Jinlian was a good-looking person. She was a petty man and repeatedly mentioned it in front of outsiders because of a little cooking cake, which made Pan Jinlian feel a little embarrassed in front of Su Xia.

At least, seeing Wu Dalang still feeling pity for those cooking cakes discarded by the high officials in front of outsiders, Pan Jinlian couldn't help but feel that Wu Dalang would never achieve great things! Too "petty"

However, Pan Jinlian did not say it directly after all. Although she may have thought so in her heart, she did not point her nose in and reprimand Wu Dalang! This is much gentler than some of the "tigresses" in the world today.

Seeing this scene, Su Xia hurriedly said: "Brother, this high-ranking official is well-dressed and well-fed. He has eaten too much delicacies from the mountains and seas. He may not be used to your cooking cakes. I have eaten your cooking cakes before and I think they are really delicious. No matter what, I like to eat.”

Hearing Su Xia say that he likes to eat, Wu Dalang's eyes lit up: "You like to eat? It just happened that there was a pot of cakes when they were freshly baked this morning, but they were not sold out. You will get them all in a while."

Su Xia smiled and nodded: "Then I'm welcome. Help me get it later."

Wu Dalang enthusiastically went to clean up the cooking cakes, while Pan Jinlian shook her head and sighed secretly for her man.

Su Xia knew in her heart that Pan Jinlian felt that Wu Dalang was unmanly and struggled with trivial matters, so she said: "Sister-in-law, brother Dalang is a real person!"

"He's a real person, but he's too, too real. He can do some things, but he's a bit cowardly!"

Pan Jinlian fell silent after saying this. As a wife, she could not say anything more sarcastic to ridicule Wu Dalang, so she simply kept silent.

Here, Wu Dalang wrapped the prepared cooking cakes and handed them back happily: "Brother Su, these are the cooking cakes just made today."

Su Xia took the cooking cake and took out the silver: "Brother Dalang, this is ten taels of silver, which is the money I paid for the cooking cake."

After Su Xia finished speaking, she took out another ten taels of silver. "

Pan Jinlian: "Brother Su Xia, what do you mean by this? Is it possible that Dalang and I still want to make money from you? Then what kind of people have we become?"

Wu Dalang also echoed: "You are the brother of my brother Wu Song. You gave us ten taels of silver last time and we didn't even spend it all..."

"Brother, sister-in-law, first of all, this cake is really delicious. The officials from Ximen don't like to eat it, but I like to eat it. In addition, I came here to ask Brother Wu Song whether he has come back. This money will be regarded as my substitute for Brother Wu Song. I’m taking care of you, so don’t be polite to me.”

Even though Su Xia said this, Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian refused to accept the money.

This surprised Su Xia. Wu Dalang was a simple and honest man, which was hard to say, but Pan Jinlian was not as greedy for money as Su Xia thought!

Su Xia could tell from her eyes that Pan Jinlian definitely didn't want her ten taels of silver, and the shirk was definitely not a modesty, but a sincere rejection.

At this point, Su Xia couldn't help but be impressed, but Su Xia was sincere in giving them the money. He put the money into Wu Dalang's hand: "Brother, I need you to do something."

"Brother Su, tell me!"

"Since you and Jinlian are both in Yanggu City, I hope you can make some statistics on these things."

"As long as Jin Lian and I can do it, there will be no problem for both of us."

Pan Jinlian and Wu Dalang looked at each other, nodded and looked at Su Xia.

"I hope that Brother Dalang will go around the streets in the future and help me count how many gambling houses and brothels there are in Yanggu County. How many regular customers are there in the gambling houses and how many prostitutes are there in the brothels?"

Pan Jinlian seemed a little unhappy when she heard that Wu Dalang was asked to help count the number of prostitutes.

Su Xia hurriedly smiled and explained: "Brother, this matter doesn't need to be too complicated. You can just ask other people in a circumstantial way. Just ask the chatterboxes when walking down the street and make statistics."

"I understand, I understand. Brother Su is joking. We have a wife who is like a fairy in our family. I know that marrying someone like me would be an injustice to my wife."

When Wu Dalang mentioned this room, he smiled honestly, which made Pan Jinlian'er lower her head and was speechless for a moment.