The rise of the poor

Chapter 604 Duped?
Mao Shi three quarters.

Around 05:30, Zhu Ping'an woke up, finished washing, opened the door, and another fresh morning came to the world.

At dawn, the sky is dark, the east is a little pale, and the sun is still gestating below the horizon.

The entire capital is still immersed in sleep.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the little girl in the ear room rubbed her eyes, put on her clothes and went out. Seeing Zhu Pingan who had finished grooming and was about to go out, the two little girls widened their eyes in surprise, and subconsciously looked up. It's not dawn yet, why does my uncle get up so early.

"I don't need to prepare my breakfast. I'll go out." Zhu Ping'an nodded, and then went out with a cloth bag on his shoulders.

"Isn't uncle sleeping?"

It wasn't until Zhu Pingan walked out of Ting Yuxuan that the two girls came back to their senses, looked at the back of the uncle leaving, and looked at each other with their small mouths open. They couldn't understand why Zhu Pingan went to bed so late and got up so early.

Not long after the night ban ended, there were still very few people on the streets outside.

Zhu Pingan left Linhuaihou Mansion, walked forward along Gonghou Street, turned left at the second intersection, walked along the alley of Weeping Willow Yiyi to another street, and after turning right, he saw an inner courtyard with gurgling water. canal.

As usual, Zhu Pingan found a good place by the river and sat on a rock with his back against the weeping willow.

When I sat down, the sun had already risen from the horizon.

Zhu Ping'an leaned on the tree trunk, took out the book borrowed from the Hanlin Academy from the cloth bag on the slant, and read it with relish while looking at the floating river surface.

The plan for a year is in spring, and the plan for a day is in the morning.

Human memory is like the liver. There are several time periods when it is most efficient, and the morning is the best memory time of the day.Zhu Pingan has always had the habit of reading in the morning. When he wakes up early to read a book and read an article, he always gains something. Having breakfast after morning reading does not delay things at all.

The sound of birds in spring, cicadas in summer, insects in autumn, snow in winter, wind in willows in the forest, gurgling water in streams In the morning, no matter how early you get up, you will never be alone.

After daybreak, Zhu Pingan put the book into the cloth bag, patted the dust off his clothes, got up and walked towards the bustling street.

The street is already full of people coming and going, and the shops on the street are also open or preparing to open.

The aroma of the breakfast shop spreads far, and there is always a smell that can arouse the taste buds of passers-by.

"Buns, big buns with thin skin and meat filling, first-class oil in one mouthful." The boy from the bun shop guarded the bun stove on the stove in front of the door, opened a drawer of hot meat buns, and yelled at the passing pedestrians stand up.

"Master Liu, you are here. The freshly baked mutton gua da, you can buy a few and take it home for the children and mother-in-law to taste. Wrap it in lotus leaves and add fragrance to it." While kindly pulling regular customers.

The breakfast shops in other streets, selling wontons, sesame seed cakes, fried cypress, hot and sour noodles, fried liver, tripe soup, offal soup, etc., are bustling and busy, smelling delicious from afar.

Standing in front of a biscuit shop with a cloth bag slung across his shoulders, Zhu Pingan watched with great interest the master chef making biscuits.

The master chef works very quickly, with a coarse cloth apron around his waist, dough in one hand and rolling pin in the other, playing with flowers, throwing dough, rolling agent, and the rolling pin rhythmically "playing the flower stick".

The tandoor exudes a delicious smell of biscuits.

"Guest officer~~sit inside~~" The store clerk saw Zhu Ping'an standing in front of the clay stove, and hurried over to greet him.

"What's in our shop?" Zhu Ping'an asked.

Although the biscuits are very fragrant, if there are only biscuits in the store, the breakfast will lack the taste of mix and match.

"Fine noodle sesame seed cakes are sold at a low price. Please take a look at the size of the sesame seed cakes. In addition to the sesame seed cakes, our store also has handmade noodles, chaotic soup, offal soup, tofu nao, bean curd, stewed, etc. If you want to eat something else, I’ll buy it for you in the blink of an eye.” The store clerk dialed a thousand and greeted him warmly.

Ha ha
It's all said about this, how can you not enter it.

"Okay, here are two biscuits, a bowl of marinated stew, more sesame sauce, more chopped coriander and chives." Zhu Pingan nodded with a smile, walked into the store, and sat down at an empty table near the door .

"Hao Le, two pancakes, a bowl of marinated stew, sprinkle more sesame sauce, sprinkle more minced coriander and chives." The shop assistant bowed to greet Zhu Ping'an into the shop, and then raised his head to report to the back kitchen.

The back kitchen responded.

Soon, a bowl of hot stewed stew was brought to the table, along with two delicious sesame seed cakes. In addition, the store also gave away a stack of refreshing pickles for free.

The freshly baked biscuits are cooked in hot stew. The taste is delicious, which makes Zhu Ping's index finger move, but the fly in the ointment is that the side dishes sent by the store are not as delicious as those made by his mother Chen.

In the middle of eating, Zhu Pingan heard a commotion at the entrance of the store, and many diners turned to look at the entrance.

Putting down his chopsticks, Zhu Pingan turned his head to look at the door, only to see a middle-aged man with sloppy clothes, dark complexion, unshaven beard, and hair that hadn't been washed for half a month, carrying a bamboo basket on his back.

"Shopkeeper, can you give me a bowl of noodles? I went to the city to sell wild goods yesterday. I lost my wallet. I haven't eaten all day. I'm so hungry."

The sloppy middle-aged man stood at the door, rubbed his hands, and asked the shopkeeper.

The shop clerk at the door was trying to pull him out, and the man he was pulling was even more ragged.

It was also the appearance of this person that caused the commotion.

"fraud."

"Don't believe any fake beggars."

"Shopkeeper, don't trust him, I've seen a lot of people like this."

"Don't be fooled. This kind of deception is too common. I have seen a few people in Dongzhimen before. I met people on the side of the road and borrowed money, saying that I haven't eaten for a few days. This kind of person earns a lot of money every day."

The customers in the shop pointed at the person at the door and talked a lot, reminding the shopkeeper and the people around him not to be fooled.

"Go out." The shopkeeper glanced at it for a while, then waved impatiently towards the door.

The store clerk was ordered to drive people out even harder.

"Wait."

Seeing that the man was about to be kicked out, he suddenly heard a boy's voice from inside the shop.

Who?
Why are you so stupid?
How come you still fall for the reminder?
Everyone turned their heads and saw Zhu Ping'an waving to the store clerk. Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but sighed.

"Come make a bowl of noodles and charge it to my account, besides"

Zhu Pingan stopped the clerk from chasing people away, called the clerk to his side, and whispered a few words in the clerk's ear.

Now that someone is paying, the store will naturally stop chasing people away.

Soon, a bowl of noodles was served, and the middle-aged man thanked Zhu Ping'an, then sat on the table and ate voraciously.

In less than 1 minute, I finished a bowl of noodles and even drank the soup.

After the middle-aged man finished eating, Zhu Pingan took out a dime of silver from his pocket, which was worth about one hundred yuan, and stuffed it into the man's hand, telling the man to go home quickly and not worrying his family.

The man thanked you very much.

"You got Fooled."

"Hey, you've been tricked."

"That's a liar, young man."

After the man left, everyone said that Zhu Ping'an had been fooled, and they were anxious for Zhu Ping'an.

"The store didn't ask the store to add salt to the bowl of noodles just now." Zhu Pingan said softly as he watched the middle-aged man leave.

(End of this chapter)