"Sugared?"

Zhang lowered his head and asked in a low voice, never looking up at Zhen Mingku, scooped a bowl of tofu flowers from the pot and handed it to him.

"No, you don't." Zhen Ming smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand to take it, "By the way, my name is Zhen Mingku, what's your name?" ”

This is his opening remark every time he comes to drink soy milk in the past few days, but unfortunately Zhang has never responded to him once.

He didn't care, and said to himself: "Is this the tofu stall you opened?" Business looks good. ”

"I'm from out of town, I just came out of prison some time ago, I don't know the place well, if it weren't for you that night, I might have died, thank you for your kindness, if you need help in the future, you just ask."

Zhang still kept his head down, and he didn't mean to talk to him at all.

"Hehe, I'm sorry to disturb your business, I'll go over there to eat."

Zhen Mingku was holding the soybean milk bowl, and as soon as he turned around, he felt several sharp eyes shooting towards him, and several young men who were sitting at the table of the tofu stall, and the young men who looked like scholars, saw him talking to Zhang, and they all put down the bowls in their hands and stared at him with hostility in their eyes.

In particular, the old man who had been sitting in a rocking chair looked at him like a thief.

Zhen Mingbitter walked to the stone embankment by the river and sat down, drinking while secretly looking at the people around him.

Sitting around the table of the tofu stall were basically young people in their twenties, dressed in silk robes, wearing more than two exquisite jade pendants around their waists, their hair coiled on the top of their heads, and tied up high with a hairpin.

These people are holding a paper fan in their hands, and the fan surface is either painted with flowers and birds, landscapes, or beautiful women, or poems and songs inscribed on the fan paper, and there are several bright red celebrity stamps on it, in order to show the prestige of this fan, showing the dignity of the identity of the owner of this fan.

A young man wearing a brocade robe and a precious jade pendant to hang a scholar-like appearance instructed the scholar boy to take out the four treasures of the study room from the book bag and lay them out on the table, while he paced back and forth under the tree, making a deep groan, and muttering words in his mouth.

Suddenly, he walked quickly to the table and wrote a crazy book, and a song of seven laws was formed in an instant.

After writing, I threw the pen and walked to the riverside, with both hands on my back, with my back to everyone, looking at the water of the Luo River flowing eastward, and I couldn't help myself for a long time.

"Good poetry!" His scholar exclaimed, and read aloud the seven-character quatrain on the rice paper:

"Rolling east of the Luo River, rushing to the sea and not returning, the goddess dares to disobey the Jade Emperor's decree and act as a tofu stall."

After the scholar finished reading, he sighed and admired: "The young master has become a poem in six steps, even if Cao Zijian is resurrected at this moment, I am afraid that it is better to be ashamed, and I should worship the amazing talent of the son!" ”

The young scholar man turned his head and smiled sadly: "In ancient and modern times, I only regard Zijian as a fellow person, if you have a confidant in life, what more can you ask for, but unfortunately it is difficult to find a confidant, Zijian is not there, and I just sigh empty." ”

While making a worthless appearance, he peeked at the tofu Shih Tzu, and his face was colorful, which was simply hilarious.

Zhen Mingku was drinking soy milk, and Wen Shi almost didn't squirt out of a mouthful of soy milk.

Looking at the tofu Shih Tzu who was compared by the young man to the "amorous Luoshen", she obviously did not understand the praise contained in this poem, and she looked like she didn't listen to what was going on outside the window, and was busy with her own business.

The young man was a little embarrassed when he saw that Tofu Xi Shi didn't even have a reaction, but he quickly recovered his high head, and sighed again and again: "Zijian is no longer worried, and he can't help the cow to play the piano." ”

After speaking, he sat back on the stool, with one hand behind his back, the other hand holding the scroll, shaking his head, and pretending to look at the book.

Zhen Mingku finally drank the last remaining mouthful of bean curd, walked to the tofu stall with the bowl, handed over the empty bowl, and said with a satisfied face: "This is the best bean curd I have ever eaten in my life." ”

Tofu Shih Tzu took the bowl and put it in a bucket of water beside him.

Zhen Mingbitter said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Actually, I don't think it's terrible to play the piano to the cow, at least the sound of the piano can be heard, do you know what is the most terrifying?" ”

The movement in Tofu Shih Tzu's hand paused slightly.

Zhen Mingbitter said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "The most terrible thing is that the cow plays the piano to you, and the cow is still very intoxicated, that is really whining." ”

Tofu Shih Tzu laughed out loud, then realized his gaffe and hurriedly lowered his head.

She smiled, and the eyes of the people sitting around the tofu stall burst into light, and then stared at the back of Zhen Mingku's head with an unusually jealous look.

After drinking the soy milk, Zhen Mingku turned around and left.

Two middle-aged men, one tall and one short, walked over, one of them was a big man with a height of more than one meter and eight meters, holding a short stick like a burning stick in his hand, wearing a black robe, his chest was half-cold, revealing a pinch of thick black chest hair, and the other was a short and fat man with a door slit and a body like a ball, one tall and one short walked together, which was quite eye-catching.

The two walked past Zhen Mingku, and one of them bumped into him intentionally or unintentionally.

He didn't react for a while, he was knocked down, and the crutch in his hand also fell to the ground, he turned his head and glanced at the person who hit him, and the big man with a sideways face, a scarred face, and an ugly look than him also turned his head, glared at him fiercely, and suppressed his voice: "Look at what to see!" Beg and get away, be careful of Lao Tzu beating you! Also look! ”

Zhen Mingku's brows furrowed, avoiding their eyes, and the two of them saw Zhen Mingku's bitter flashes to the side, sneered a few times with disdain, and turned around and walked in the direction of the tofu stand.

Now he just wants to find something he can do, earn some money to buy medicine, and cure the tuberculosis that has tormented him for half a year, and he doesn't want to cause other trouble.

……

There are many shops and stalls on the street, such as medicinal herb shops, restaurants, steamed bun and refreshment stalls, vegetable stalls, pork shops, iron shops, rice shops, etc.

Zhen Ming searched hard for a long time, entered many shops, and asked them if they wanted to recruit people, but without exception, as soon as the store guys saw him lame and thin, they thought it was a beggar who came to the door, and even pushed and banged, almost didn't take a broom, and pushed him out of the door.

Finally, he came to a sizable blacksmith shop, luxuriously decorated and the largest of all he had ever seen, which in the twenty-first century would be equivalent to a state-owned enterprise.

He hesitated for a moment and walked inside. As soon as he entered the door, a tall and burly man, shirtless, bearded, and swarthy muscles greeted him, and asked in a voice like an old cow, "What does the guest officer need?" Such as today's chaos, thieves rise, go out, have a good weapon and equipment for self-defense, thieves do not dare to act easily, the products of this store are all high-quality, fair prices, high quality, help people to create heavier blade weapons, large quantities of excellent. ”

Hearing this rather modern advertising slogan, Zhen Mingku couldn't help but raise his head and look at the big man.

I don't know if it's because of the iron, this person's skin is bronze, nearly two meters tall, his eyebrows and hair are curled up by the high temperature charcoal, his eyes are like gongs, and his muscles are as strong as iron.

"Is the boss there?"