Food on the tip of your tongue

Looking at him seriously: "Thank you, I just don't want those things to affect me, and cause me to lose my true self."

Qin Yang smiled inexplicably, very strangely.

After a long time, he said deeply: "The stubborn self-disposition has never changed!"

Zhang Yonghuan touched his nose weirdly, and then smirked: "Oh hehe."

20. Money is a bastard...

Yesterday it rained in autumn, today the sun is bright and the sky is high and crisp.

Zhang Yonghuan stood in front of the closet and tossed and turned for a long time, took out the set with a bitter face and was reluctant to wear it. He washed the blue cloth gown that he would wear tomorrow. Zhang Yonghuan is really a frugal person.

There are only three sets of clothes that he can change and wash, one is blue, one is light gray, and the other is black. Of course, that black set cannot be worn during the day.In the past few days, Zhang Yonghuan repeatedly changed and washed the two sets of clothes. He didn't know that he rubbed too hard when washing the clothes, and he didn't know that the fabric of the clothes was not good. The cuffs of the long-colored gown had a big slit, and the cloth threads came out one by one.

Zhang Yonghuan bent down, took out a small bundle from the bottom of the closet, untied the bundle and took out another small bundle, and then unwrapped a small bundle inside... Zhang Yonghuan's face became more and more ugly, and it was worth more than 80 taels of silver. Hiding so and so?

He squatted down and counted the money, took out a few strings of copper coins, and some broken silver coins, rewrapped them and put them back.

Close the closet, take the torn gown and sit at the small table by the window, find out the small basket containing needlework, pull a long thread, hold the big needle that is more than enough to hold the sole of the shoe, thread the needle and tie the knot Sew.

There is no way, there is not even a woman who can command them around, and Zhang Yonghuan can only support himself in grief.

After hastily sewed up the broken hole, he put on his clothes neatly, washed his face, rinsed his mouth and brushed his teeth, and opened the door refreshed.

After breakfast, he took Zhan Feng and Xiao Tail to the market.

Xiaowei held a candy figurine in one hand and a bunch of candied haws in the other, licking one mouthful here and the other, followed by Zhang Yonghuan, looking left and right at the bustling crowd curiously.

Along the way, the sound of hawking came one after another. Although the goods in the small town are not as complete as those in the big towns, they are still enough to meet the needs of the people here.

Zhang Yonghuan walked to the busiest area of ​​the market, looked at the stall selling candied melon seeds next to him, then at the kid standing behind the stall who stuffed candies into his mouth with fistfuls, and then at the stand. The little tail who stared enviously at the sugar kid in front of the stall.

Zhang Yonghuan was in a good mood and pointed to the candy and asked the child with a thick head and a thick head: "How much is a catty?"

"Peanut candy is one tael of silver per catty, osmanthus candy is two taels of silver per catty, and melon seeds are eight strings of copper coins per catty." The child with a thick head and a thick head said as he continued to stuff sugar into his mouth.

Zhang Yonghuan looked at the exaggerated scene of him eating candy, and said with a narrow smile: "Your candy is really expensive, is it too expensive and no one buys it, so you can eat it by yourself!"

The tiger-headed child gave him a white look while chewing on the candy: "Nonsense! My candy is the best, and the price is the same as that of other stalls. If you don't believe me, go ask, the salt went up last month." The price of sugar has risen this month, the price of cloth has risen, and the price of rice has risen, don't you know?"

Zhang Yonghuan was surprised: "Even if the price of sugar has increased, your sugar is too expensive for one tael per catty, isn't it?"

The tiger-headed kid said angrily, "If you want to buy it, if you don't buy it, go away. I don't know if you really don't understand the market or are you pretending to be stupid. You can buy seven strings of sugar and copper coins for a catty. We have to add peanuts when we buy it back." It is reasonable to sell peanut candy for one tael of silver per catty for making sugar cubes!"

Zhang Yonghuan looked at him in surprise, then at Zhan Feng: "Is this true?"

Zhan Feng nodded: "It seems that... a disaster happened in the south, and the situation in the middle of the court was turbulent, so the price of goods in the Song Kingdom has skyrocketed this year."

Zhang Yonghuan said in grief and indignation: "The one who is really Qian is a bastard!"

Bang, there was a loud bang from the gong.

A table was placed next to the Tangguazi at some point, and there was a signboard in front of it, which reads, "Master's Rejuvenation", an ancestral plaster for bruises and intractable diseases.

The tiger-headed kid wiped his mouth, walked to the table selling plasters and said, "Father, hurry up, there are so many people, hurry up and drink."

"That's it." A middle-aged man who looked eighty percent similar to a tiger-headed child held up a copper gong and drank, "Those who come from the south and those who go north, take a walk and take a look... Wang Dahu God sticking plaster, specially for treating difficult and miscellaneous diseases, bruises, ancestral secret recipe, once applied... Hua Tuo is reborn, and the wonderful hands are rejuvenated..."

The kid selling candied melon seeds glared at Zhang Yonghuan and said, "Don't block my stall and affect my business." After finishing speaking, he squatted on the ground with his face in his hands and whispered to his father: "Everyone, take a walk and have a look. Hey..." At this time, the pedestrians in the market were attracted by the voices and the sound of the gong, and the flow of people gathered here in unison.

Zhang Yonghuan had no choice but to pull his tail and stand behind the Tangguazi booth.

The tiger-headed kid said angrily: "Why don't you leave, what do you want to do? Don't delay our business."

Zhang Yonghuan smiled: "Look at the fun."

The tiger-headed kid bit his lip and stood up to sell candied melon seeds.

After sending away the third customer who bought melon seeds, the uncle who sold the plaster suddenly picked up the tiger-headed child, and demonstrated on the spot: "Ancestral plaster, once applied, it works, it is specially used to treat bruises, intractable diseases..." He grabbed the tiger-headed boy's arm, twisted it mercilessly, and there was a crisp click. The tiger-headed boy's eyes turned red, and his wrist limply hung by his side. The tiger-headed boy let out an ah, and knelt down Landing, clutching his wrist and howling.

The aunts, girls and daughters-in-law who were watching all widened their eyes in surprise, watching the tiger-headed child yelling and wrinkling his face into a ball, slumped on the ground and twitching.

Zhang Yonghuan also took a deep breath, never expecting to spend such money to sell a pair of plasters.

The uncle who sold the plaster calmly took a plaster from the stall, knocked on the gong and said loudly: "The secret recipe handed down from the ancestors, just stick it on!" With a tight wrist, a plaster was pasted on it.

The onlookers all watched this scene in silence, watching how the medicine would work, waiting for the moment to witness the miracle.

The tiger-headed kid stared at the plastered wrist with his eyes open, as if the plaster was something rare and delicious. After staring at it for a while, the uncle who sold the plaster grabbed him from the ground and put The plaster was torn off, and there was no sign of any sprain, swelling or abnormality on the wrist of the kid with the tiger's head. The kid with the tiger's head moved his wrist slowly, and slowly opened his eyes with a smile.

The onlookers whispered to each other in amazement, and a few men came forward, touched the child's wrist and exclaimed, "It's obviously twisted, look, now that the plaster is applied, the disease will be cured!"

The uncle who sold the plaster knocked on the gong and said: "My father and son are here today, not for anything else, but for the convenience of the fathers and fellow villagers. They are all from the villagers. When they work in the fields and chop firewood, they will inevitably have bumps and bumps. Wang’s plaster, the secret recipe handed down from the ancestors, I’ll take care of it all for you!” As he drank like this, all the onlookers flocked to him, and a strong man shouted particularly loudly: “I’ve covered everything!!!”

Zhang Yonghuan couldn't help laughing, licking the candied haws with his little tail and looking at him: "What's wrong?"

Zhan Feng's mouth also twitched nervously, shaking his head and smiling.

Hearing Zhang Yonghuan's laughter, the tiger-headed boy turned his head and glared at Zhang Yonghuan with an unfriendly expression: "Get out of here, be careful I'll beat you up!" He threatened viciously with his small fists.

Zhang Yonghuan looked at the crowd that gradually dispersed after buying the plaster. The uncle who sold the plaster was sitting in front of the stall counting the money happily, with his mouth almost grinning to the back of his head.

The tiger-headed kid went up and said, "Father, let's close the stall."

The uncle who sold the plaster said: "The market is not over yet, why don't you go, buy all the goods here and then change places."

The tiger-headed kid glanced at Zhang Yonghuan, and whispered in his father's ear for a while, the uncle who sold the plaster put the broken silver and copper coins into his pocket, stepped forward and clasped his fists and said, "You guys want to buy something?" blurted out If so, it is a veteran of the rivers and lakes.

Zhang Yonghuan smiled and said, "I bought candy."

"Peanut candy or sweet-scented osmanthus candy? How many catties?" said the plaster uncle, and went to get the scale.

Zhang Yonghuan smiled and said, "There are a few powerful gentry bullies in this town, you father and son can take care of yourself."

A tiger's poison does not eat its children, and it is really not easy to bring a child to cheat. Imagine if it was really from a wealthy family, that father would be so cruel that he would lead the child to sell plasters to deceive people?This pair of father and son are plainly dressed, with disheveled faces, and obvious symptoms of malnutrition. Remind them to treat him as a kind-hearted man, eat salty radish and worry about it!

Zhang Yonghuan took out his silver and bought a catty of sweet-scented osmanthus candy, then turned around and led the little tail to the other side of the street.

I tore the cloth in the cloth shop, measured the size, and prepared to add two more clothes for myself. Afterwards, a few people wandered around the street and bought a bunch of snacks for the toothbrush festival, until they took a little more than 20 taels of silver with them. After spending all that was left, he carried a bunch of things and returned to the restaurant with nothing in his purse.

Looking at the dazzling array of goods on the street, Zhang Yonghuan felt that he had to quickly find a way to make a fortune and become well-off.

When I passed the stall selling candied melon seeds, there was no one there, and the father and son who sold plasters and candied melon seeds were nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Yong