In the alley, there are more than a dozen grain stores and grocery stores, and in one of the shops with a plaque of "Five Grain Kings", a graceful and graceful woman figure is standing in front of the counter in the store, with her back to the door of the store, placing a string of copper coins on the counter, and pointing to one of the baskets containing soybeans in the counter.

A middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, full of yellow teeth and a fat belly, stood beside her, babbling something to her.

The fat middle-aged man was wearing silk brocade, looking blessed and glamorous, far from being comparable to ordinary shop guys, even if he was not the owner of the shop, he was also a shopkeeper.

The warm smile on his face is definitely not what a grain store shopkeeper who does not worry about buying and selling should have.

The curvaceous woman remained silent, holding an empty pocket in her hand, standing motionless.

As the fat middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper spoke, his hands began to become irregular, and he first snatched the empty pocket in her hand like a courtesy, handed it to the young man at the counter, took the opportunity to grab one of her hands, rubbed it gently, and his fat body began to slowly lean towards Zhang's body.

The woman was forced to dodge in the corner of the counter.

With nowhere to hide, the fat man finally clinged to her body, and a fat pig's hand wrapped around her waist and slowly slid towards her hips.

Before his intention succeeded, the man in the store had packed half a bag of soybeans and put it on the counter, and the woman grabbed the bag, turned around and ran out of the store, put half a bag of soybeans on the donkey cart, took the little donkey, and hurried away.

The fat shopkeeper chased him out of the store and said loudly to Zhang's back: "Boss Zhang, if you have any difficulties, remember to come to me at any time, as long as I can help, just ask." ”

With a hint of a confident smile on his oily face, he looked at the back of the woman who left in a hurry, and said to himself: "Hehe, you can't fool me, the business is so good, but the goods are getting less and less day by day, there is no business in this world that does not require capital, sooner or later you will have a time to beg me." ”

After saying that, he turned around and entered the store.

……

Not long after the Zhang family left, Zhen Mingku walked out from behind a big tree, glanced at the back of the fat shopkeeper of the Five Grain King, and frowned.

Then I walked into a nearby grocery store.

"Guest, what do you need?"

"I have something to ask you." Zhen Mingku handed a piece of broken silver to the grocery store Xiao Er's hand, the shopkeeper's face bloomed with joy, and he hurriedly said: "Guest officer, please ask, as long as I know, I must say everything." ”

……

About half an hour later, Zhen Ming walked out of the store with a sack full of things.

The guy in the store sent him out of the door enthusiastically, watching him leave, his face was happy, the other party just asked a few questions, and gave him almost half a tael of silver as a consulting fee, which was almost enough to catch up with his half a month's salary, and muttered: "The first time I saw such a strange guest, why did he inquire about other people's affairs so clearly?" Is it to tie up tickets? But the shopkeeper Feng next door doesn't have much money, who doesn't know that the money of the shopkeeper Feng is managed by the tigress who doesn't pull out a dime at home, and if you want to make money from him, I'm afraid you won't be able to get a copper plate......"

He muttered to himself and turned and went into the grocery store.

……

When Zhen Mingku passed by the door of Zhang's residence, Zhang, who had just returned home, was coming out of the courtyard of her residence with two wooden barrels, and he nodded to her as usual, but she turned around and hurriedly turned around with her head down and the bucket as if she didn't know him at all.

He was bored with himself, and he didn't care much, returned home, took out the bamboo paper he had just bought, took out his mobile phone, turned on and entered the system, selected the "Special Functions" folder, found the "Print" application in it, and clicked to open it.

The mobile phone began to make a sound of the machine axis turning, and the screen of the mobile phone suddenly separated to both sides, turning into a rectangle with the same width as Yu Wenqing 4 paper, and then the screen slowly stretched out, revealing a tiny gap.

Zhen Mingku stuffed one of the stacks of cut bamboo paper into it, selected the printing materials that had been prepared a long time ago, and pressed the "print" case.

The bamboo paper slowly slid through the gap, and when it came out of the other end, it was already printed with dense text.

The mobile phone was printing materials, and Zhen Ming sat on the side and waited, looking at the printed materials in a daze.

"I didn't offend her, did I?"

"It must be that kid who took advantage of her again, and even I hated it."

"This little kinky. Insect! It's not the first time I've been affected, every time it's him who takes advantage, but the pot buckles my head! ”

He muttered to himself, the phone on his desk had already printed out the materials he needed.

Picking up the thick stack of materials, he flipped through them, and most of them were technical papers he had printed.

He finally pulled out a color print from the printouts, showing a graceful woman standing in a dilapidated courtyard, bending down to pour a bag of soybeans into a bucket.

Although the picture is small, it is extremely clear, and you can see at a glance that the person in the picture is Tofu Shih Tzu Zhang.

When he first designed it, he chose this micro-long focusing lens that cost thousands of yuan, and he was worried about whether it would be too cheap, but now it seems that with this lens, people hundreds of meters away can shoot clearly, and it has become a must-have artifact for candid photographers.

Thinking so, he got up, picked up the iron stove he had brought back from the blacksmith's shop, and walked out of the house.

……

Night.

A tempting smell of milk wafted out of Zhen Mingku's yard.

Zhen Ming sat in the courtyard, a pile of firewood was burning in front of him, and the strong smell of milk wafted out of the fire.

Beside him was a desk with many kneaded doughs and egg shells scattered across the table, cheese he had bought from the grocery store and had been mixed into milkshakes and served in a basin.

In addition to this, there was a pile of burnt things in the basin on the table, which looked like a failed test subject.

His face was smoked like a miner crawling out of a coal pile.

He looked at the mobile phone in his hand, there was an electronic timer on the screen, and he said to himself: "Fifteen minutes, medium heat, it shouldn't burn anymore, right?" ”

At this moment, the countdown on the timer was just over, and he immediately pulled away the burning wood, revealing the iron oven he had made specially for the blacksmith's master.

When you open the lid of the oven, you will be greeted with a milky aroma.

Inside the box, the enticing appearance of the golden-baked pastry indicates that after no less than ten failures, he has finally figured out how to bake Western-style pastries in a homemade oven.