"You can now draw at will, ten cents for a dustpan cooking! If the bamboo skewer is printed with "high school", you can continue to take another one; If the bamboo skewer is printed with "Xiucai", you can enter and pick a pastry; If the bamboo stick is printed with "lift people", you can take this colorful goose away! ”

After Lin Haoran waited for the crowd of onlookers to be quieter, he struck the gong again, pointed to the dustpan that had been cut into ice cream, and introduced it loudly.

Dustpan cooking, a traditional snack of the Han nationality in western Guangdong, Guangdong Province. The production method is very simple, the rice noodles ground into a paddle are steamed in a dustpan or steamer, and then gradually added after one layer is fully cooked, generally there are more than three layers.

When the rice noodles are fully cooked, use a knife to cut them into lattices, and put sesame oil, sesame seeds and garlic paste on the surface. The mouth is delicate and elastic, soft and smooth without sticking to the teeth, and the secret sauce is fragrant and not greasy, and the taste is absolutely unforgettable.

However, Lin Haoran made a small innovation, cutting the dustpan into ice cream, and each dustpan was inserted with a stick, a "Ming Dynasty version of snow sticks".

It's just that everyone's attention is obviously not on the dustpan cooker, even if Lin Haoran is under the banner of selling dustpan cookers.

"What if you take high school and then take high school?" A scholar asked.

"Take it again, infinitely!" Lin Haoran showed a mouth full of white teeth, this inspiration naturally came from the lottery idea of a certain drink, but he pointed to the notice and added: "And those who regain high school can get a pot of dustpan cooking in our store." ”

"I'll smoke one!"

There was a middle-aged scholar who was very cheerful, and immediately took out ten cents.

Lin Haoran took the money with a smile and asked which one he wanted, the other party stretched out his hand and pointed, and he carefully reached out to get it. It's just that the cuffs are very wide, and he fiddles with them in disgust, and then he picks up a dustpan with a bamboo skewer on it.

The middle-aged scholar took the dustpan, dipped some sauce into his mouth and took a bite, enjoying the refreshing feeling of the sauce taste and the soft and smooth rice noodles mixed together, and found that the ten cents were well spent.

His companion swallowed and urged him, one holding a brick in his hand. He had no choice but to pinch the square dustpan and pull out the bamboo stick, but his eyes suddenly widened.

"High school! It's high school! ”

"Hit, you're hit!"

"You can take another one of this, brother, it's amazing!"

……

Seeing the bamboo stick printed with "high school" in the hands of the middle-aged scholar, the crowd suddenly seemed to have fried the pot, as if they had won the prize.

The middle-aged scholar has failed year after year, and his biggest wish in this life is high school. Now listening to others shouting like this, it suddenly seems like drinking honey, not to mention only ten cents, even one hundred cents will not be too expensive.

"Congratulations to Brother Zheng, this time you will win the prize after a try, and the county will definitely find out what you want!" An acquaintance scholar congratulated him.

"Don't dare! Can't! Although the middle-aged scholar was modest verbally, his face was radiant, and he was more confident in this county exam. In fact, his level is there, but he has been defeated by tension before.

In the midst of everyone's coaxing, he chose another one, but it was "high school" again, and that face smiled brighter than a chrysanthemum.

According to the rules of the prize, he could already get a dustpan at this time.

Someone has already weighed it and found that this middle-aged scholar has earned that the market price of this pot of dustpan cooking is above ten cents.

"I want a piece!"

"I want a piece!"

"Give it to me! Give me! I want three! ”

……

Everyone couldn't sit still any longer, and handed the prepared copper coins to Lin Haoran in their hands, and reported the number loudly.

When the Ming Dynasty was first established, Taizu strictly ordered the people to prohibit gambling activities such as Guan Pu, and the offenders were punished. It's just that although the decree has been issued, it has been repeatedly prohibited, and the Chinese people are naturally good at gambling, and they are obsessed with this kind of gambling and can't extricate themselves.

This kind of bundled lottery is undoubtedly a major innovation, some people are running for the joy of "high school", "show talent" and "lifting people", while some people go straight to the big fat goose.

There was already a closure notice hanging in front of half of the restaurant, and Nie Yunzhu prepared the "Xiucai" type of pastries, but no one won it for the time being. She probed and saw Lin Haoran who was busy under the sun, so she beckoned Xiao Liu, who was a helper, to bring tea to Lin Haoran.

"It's high school! I'm in high school! ”

An old scholar held a bamboo skewer in his hand, a crumbled dustpan in his mouth, and shouted excitedly to the sky. It's just that he didn't claim the prize, so he left proudly, which made people sigh.

The imperial examination gave hope to the poor as officials, but it also harmed many people.

People come and go, people gather and people disperse!

Lin Haoran thought that it would take an afternoon to process the 300 dustpans, but he greatly underestimated everyone's purchasing power, and it was almost sold out in less than half an hour.

When there were thirty left, Lin Haoran tidied up the dustpan cooker, and a dustpan that did not exist before was quietly added.

After a while, a young scholar with a thick beard danced excitedly and laughed loudly in the street: "Lift people! Lift people! I'm lifting! ”

The people who were carrying or eating the dustpan looked up with envy. And a few scholars who came to hear the news were extremely disappointed when they saw that the top prize was pulled.

After venting his excitement, the scholar who won the lottery hurriedly came to Lin Haoran, holding the bamboo stick and asking hopefully, "Look at it, did I win?" ”

"Congratulations, brother, you are the only one among these many people, this is my prize!"

Lin Haoran congratulated, and then asked Xiao Liu to hold the big fat goose to him, and Xiao Liu picked up the big fat goose sullenly, thinking that this person was making a lot of money, and they were losing money.

Seeing that the jackpot has been taken away, everyone has no choice but to return home. What made them angry was that they wanted to go into the restaurant to sit down, but they were told to suspend business.

"Why did he get inside?" Someone pointed at the scholar who came out of it unwillingly, and the scholar seemed to have lost his soul, and was looking around and turning around.

"If you can see the shopkeeper, this award is better than lifting people!" There was no need for Lin Haoran to explain, the scholar just bowed his hand to the person in front of the door, and then sighed when he left: "Lan Youxiu has a beautiful chrysanthemum, and Huai Jia can't forget." ”

Beast!

Lin Haoran looked at the departing figure of the scholar and immediately spit out two words.

Nie Yunzhu's appearance is undoubtedly a living signboard, but it is a pity that it was harmed by the previous civilian positioning of the restaurant. Those hard-working people are undoubtedly the most affected by feudal superstition, this is obviously the beauty of the country and the city, but they are defined by them as a red face and a disaster.

Therefore, if this restaurant wants to come to life, it must change its business ideas and go to the scholar market, just looking at this scholar who was fascinated, Lin Haoran was a little jealous.

Nie Yunzhu had just finished cleaning up the plates, and when he turned around and saw Lin Haoran coming in with a black head and black face, he was slightly stunned at first, and then poured him a cup of tea and said, "Childe, it's hard work, please use tea!" ”

Lin Haoran saw her concern, her mood slowly improved, and she handed her the money bag and said, "You count, I estimate that I should have made a lot of money!" ”

"Okay!" Nie Yunzhu took the money bag, counted it in front of the table, and said while counting the money: "Childe, we should help that person kill the goose!" As soon as the man was overjoyed, he had to trouble the shopkeeper again, and the shopkeeper would definitely take his money at that time. ”

Lin Haoran took a sip of tea, raised his eyes to look at her, and found that this woman was very kind. Fortunately, in the Ming Dynasty, if it was placed in the later generations, it would have to be eaten into slag by those profiteers, but he still said seriously: "We can't kill that white goose!" ”

"Why?" Nie Yunzhu looked up puzzled.

"Because that goose will help us drink!" Lin Haoran put the teacup down and winked at her.

"......" Nie Yunzhu was even more puzzled.

"You ask Aunt Chen to go to Dongshi to buy a fat goose again, I think I can do another ticket!" Lin Haoran planned to leave this question for her to ponder slowly, so he said like a bandit.