The Daily Life of the Husband and Wife Selling Dog Food Through Time Traveling

The next day, the two went to the Zeng Ji Tea House in the market to investigate the market.The lobby of Zengji Tea House was deserted and deserted, only a few people. The waiter was sitting at the counter, propping his chin in a daze of boredom. When Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan found a seat for themselves, Han Zhiyuan tapped on the table. Called out: "Man, let's have a pot of tea."

Then the waiter raised his head, glanced at them, muttered something, got up and said lazily, "What tea do you want?"

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "What kind of tea do you all have?"

The waiter pointed to a row of water signs on the wall, and said impatiently, "It's written there, read it yourself."

This attitude was also very arrogant, Han Zhiyuan frowned, and simply said: "I'm a rough man, illiterate, why don't you read it to me?"

The waiter was taken aback, he probably had never seen such a customer before, and was about to have a fit, Jiang Ning said with a smile: "If you can't read, it doesn't matter, just ask your shopkeeper to come out and read it to us?"

As soon as these words came out, the waiter's face immediately changed, and the evil fire in his heart was extinguished with a snort, he suppressed it forcefully, forced a three-point smile, and said: "What's the matter, my little one?" It’s enough for the two of you to read it, and you can listen to it.”

Han Zhiyuan's old god is here: "Well, let's talk."

The corner of the waiter's mouth twitched, and he quickly read: "Longjing Melon Piece Tieguanyin, Baihao Yunwu Biluochun, Maofeng Maojian Dahongpao, Yellow Bud Silver Needle Bamboo Leaf Green, which one do you want to drink?"

Jiang Ning smiled: "How much does each tea cost?"

Hearing this, the waiter rolled his eyes, took a deep breath and replied: "Tieguanyin is one tael of silver per pot, Longjing half-guan coin is one pot, melon slices, Biluochun, Tieguanyin, and Dahongpao are all three hundred coins per pot." , Baihao and Yunwu cost 250 Wen per pot, Maofeng Maojian and Huangya Silver Needle are all [-] Wen per pot, and Zhuyeqing is [-] Wen per pot, do you understand, guest officer?"

Han Zhiyuan nodded, and then said: "Understood, bring us a pot of the cheapest crude tea."

When the waiter heard this, the expression on his face changed immediately, and he became confident in an instant. He sneered and said: "I still think you are so old, and you are talking nonsense with me, and you want to go to the teahouse without money? Who gave it to you?" courage?"

Jiang Ning smiled and said nothing, and Han Zhiyuan didn't even bother to talk to him, so he calmly threw out ten cents and scolded, "What nonsense, let's serve tea!"

His voice was full of the intimidation of the superior, the waiter actually jumped, and swallowed the rest of the cynicism for a while, he looked at the two, and finally stretched out his hand to sweep away the copper coins, collected himself, Before leaving, he still didn't forget to find the place, rolled his eyes at the two of them and hummed: "Wait."

After a long time, the tea was finally served, and the waiter put the teapot heavily on the table, swearing, turned around and left regardless of the tea splashing.

"So, why do I want to drink it too?" Jiang Ning stared at the cup of dark tea that Han Zhiyuan poured for him on the table, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"Taste the taste of their tea, too. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles." Han Zhiyuan smiled calmly, picked up the tea, took a sip under Jiang Ning's incredible eyes, and smiled: "You can really taste it, sweet .”

Jiang Ning let out a sigh, picked up the cup of tea, looked left and right for a long time, still did not dare to speak, he put the tea down again, gave up and said: "I think I still can't accept this magical taste, you slowly Enjoy."

After he finished speaking, he began to look at Zeng Kee Tea House. Perhaps it was because the spring drought had just passed, and no one wanted to come here to drink tea. Looking at it, he gave a vicious stare, Jiang Ning smiled perfectly, and then moved his eyes away.

Suddenly, at this moment, there was a loud sound of slapping the table from the table in front of them on the right. It became louder in the deserted and quiet teahouse, causing all the tea guests to look over, and Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan were no exception.

The one who slapped the table was a bearded man who shouted angrily, "Dude! Waiter!"

This yell was deafening and menacing, and it scared the waiter behind the counter into a fright, and he jumped up like his butt was on fire. Looking at the momentum of the eight-foot man, he couldn't help but shrink back a little and swallowed. Drooling, the arrogance he had when facing Jiang Ning and the two before, his performance perfectly interpreted what it meant to bully the weak and fear the hard, like a weak chicken, hesitantly walked over with small steps.

The waiter waiter stood far away, and smiled apologetically at the big man: "May I ask what you want, sir?"

The big man was still full of anger, ignored him and slapped the table again, causing the cups and bowls on the table to jump and jingle, the sound was so loud that Jiang Ning felt that his own table was shaken.

So the waiter became even more nervous, and he stumbled when he spoke: "Guest, guest officer, if you have something to say, if, if there is someone who can help—"

"Let me ask you, what's the matter with this tea?!" The big man's voice was like a bell, his thick eyebrows were erected vertically, and his expression was furious.

"Ah? What, what?" The waiter was a little confused.

"You think I'm those mud legs? Can't even distinguish the taste of tea?" The big man slammed the table again and cursed: "My name is Mingqian Longjing, what are you pouring for me? This is clearly old tea! Call your manager, I want to have a good argument with him!"

Mud-legged Han Zhiyuan took another sip of tea with a smile, and continued to watch the show. Jiang Ning silently scanned the expressions on the faces of the tea guests, a little wanting to laugh. Why scold us too?

The waiter trembled for a moment, choked by the continuous swearing, and couldn't even answer the words. The big man stood up, raised his eyebrows, angrily, and shook his fist viciously at him, as if he would He punched his brains away, and the waiter was so frightened for a moment that he shook his head. At this moment, a middle-aged man walked over from the back hall and asked with a frown, "What's going on?"

The big man finally let go of the poor waiter, and turned to attack the middle-aged man: "Are you the manager of this teahouse?"

The middle-aged man said: "Not bad."

After hearing this, the big man pointed to his teacup and said angrily, "That's right, you come and explain to me why I gave you money, but this tea is old tea."

The middle-aged man didn't even look at it, and said directly: "The guest officer doesn't know, this year's tea is like this, the spring drought has just passed, where did the new tea come from? If the guest officer doesn't believe it, just go to all the tea in Bianzhou City Go to the small tea stalls in teahouses and teahouses, but if there is a place where the tea is different from the tea in our teahouses, I will remember to drink tea in the teahouses when guest officials come here in the future, and someone will pay for your tea!"

Hearing this, the big man raised his eyebrows, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he shouted angrily: "But I didn't pay Chen Cha's money! Have you ever remembered that the teahouse bullied people like this?"

"Nonsense and pestering!" The middle-aged man snorted, as if he was impatient to tangle with him, he directly shook his sleeves, and said to the waiter at the side: "Refund him half of the tea money, and throw him out."

Hearing the words, the waiter boy suddenly regained his confidence. Sure enough, he took half of the tea money and returned it. He greeted again, called a few strong guards, and forced the big man out. The big man stood at the door and yelled, All kinds of vulgar and slang words were uttered, and after a long time of swearing, he left indignantly.

Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan sat for a while, and then they went out of the teahouse together, discussing how to go to Mr. Zhang's house in the west of the city. After walking a few steps, they saw a small tea stand on the corner of the street, glanced at each other, and sat down tacitly. .

The owner of the tea stall was an old man. When he saw a visitor, he hurriedly greeted him: "What kind of tea do you two have?"

Han Zhiyuan said: "Get a pot of the cheapest one, just to quench your thirst."

After hearing this, the stall owner made a pot of tea and said with a smile, "Take it slowly, both of you."

Han Zhiyuan poured tea, pushed it to Jiang Ning, poured another cup for himself, took a sip, and then deliberately frowned and said to the stall owner: "Old man, why is this tea..."

The stall owner thought he was dissatisfied with the tea, so he hurried over and asked, "But what's wrong?"

Han Zhiyuan hit the bar and asked bluntly, "Is there no new tea this year?"

The stall owner was troubled when he heard the words, and he explained after a while: "The guest officer doesn't know, there is no new tea this year." The tea here is much cheaper, if the guest officer doesn't believe it, you can go to other tea stalls and ask, I have the cheapest one here."

Han Zhiyuan smiled: "We naturally believe that."

Jiang Ning took advantage of the situation and said, "I don't know why there is no new tea this year?"

Hearing his question, the stall owner sighed, sat down at the table, and said: "There are new teas in previous years. The old man's tea stall has been open in Bianzhou City for decades, and this is the first time I have brought tea." The old tea is sold, and the guest officer knows that the spring drought has just passed this year, and the tea tree harvest is not good. The guest officer can go and have a look. Now there is a large area around here, and all the old tea is sold in the market. Where can I sell new tea? "

The stall owner said with a sigh: "The old tea is sold too much, the customers are dissatisfied, and the business of the stall is not as good as in previous years. Last time, the little old man gritted his teeth and bought tea from the tea shop, and showed it to me." It was new tea, fragrant, but when I got it, I picked it up, and it was full of stale old tea. The little old man refused, so the tea shop said that the little old man dropped the bag himself, and wanted to frame the tea. Okay, go to the government to sue me, Zeng Ji, who is black-hearted, sooner or later he will be punished!"

The old man patted the table and finished cursing indignantly. Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan looked at each other, and it was Zeng Ji again. It seems that this Zeng Ji is really unscrupulous in order to make money, suppressing the price of tea farmers and cheating buyers. .

Jiang Ning chatted with the tea stall owner for a while, and then deliberately inquired about the location of Zeng Ji Tea Shop, and the two paid the tea money and left.

According to the old man, Zeng Ji Tea Shop is in the west of the city, and the one with the largest facade is the one. The two of them walked for about ten minutes before finally finding the tea shop.

At this time, there was no one in the tea shop, and you could see a tall counter when you entered the door. Behind the counter, a clerk was dozing off, his head was shaking. Jiang Ning coughed, and the clerk was awakened, and immediately stood up straight and vigilant. Looking around, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jiang Ning and the two of them. He yawned and looked sleepy: "What are you doing? The shopkeeper is away today, so I have something to say."