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Chapter 311 Yellow Rice Noodles

Jinling City has been very quiet recently. After the disappearance of Miyamoto, everyone seems to enjoy this tranquility very much. Even the black skins occasionally smile a little, and they are no longer so hideous.

When you are in a good mood, your desire to consume is high. It is rare for the people to support the old and the young, and open their purses. The street sellers of snacks, handmade products, foreign cloth, etc. can't wait to do this every day.

Of course, this is impossible. For example, the Southwest War is still in turmoil, but the people don't care about the red head. What they need is to vent, to vent the anger that is being pushed on the head by the naval gun.

Therefore, all kinds of news and anecdotes related to people's livelihood are the latest business hotspots in Jinling's news circles. Discussion of the latest fashions in France and brand-new cars in the United States is the most fashionable thing.

But one morning, some readers who picked up the wet-ink newspaper found that the newspaper talked about the origin and stories of the Tiankuan Festival, and collected customs on the sixth day of June from all over the country.

Many smart people immediately realized that the newspaper was sycophanting someone. After all, the rules of cleaning and drying on Tiankuai Festival are not exactly the same as those of the New Life Movement, but they are completely consistent.

To be honest, except for the merchants who have been cheated of money, most of the educated elites are in favor of a new life, at least they will not suddenly step on certain objects when they are walking in the alley.

As the sixth day of June drew closer, various newspapers in Jinling began to tell the news about the Tiankuang Festival in different ways, and several of them took a different approach and talked about the Insect King Festival of the Bannermen.

But unfortunately, even with the name of the republic of the five races, these news still did not attract too many people's attention, but only circulated among the bannermen in Jinling, and set off a wave of enthusiasm for the Bug King Festival.

Especially when an anonymous philanthropist paid for the repair of the Chongwang Temple outside the city, the upsurge reached its peak, and the low-key bannermen after the fall of the previous dynasty also began to vent their depression.

Spinach leaves, buy.

Linden leaves, buy.

Yellow rice noodles, buy.

The impoverished Shangshuli was no exception, and the common people took their saved Dayang to buy a happy one.

Among them, the Defa Rice Grain Store has the best business, and the yellow rice noodles from the north are the best sellers.

The shopkeeper was thinking about his calculations, and his eyes were narrowed with a smile. He knew that such a day would be rare once in ten years, but the business was so good that this day could catch up with the usual half a month's income.

As long as he sells it for another ten days, no, five days, he will be able to sell the shop next door. Thinking of this, the shopkeeper lifted his spirits, and raised his head and shouted at the young man who had just been recruited two days ago.

"Tongsuo, sift the rice noodles when you have time, so that no stones or insects get mixed in. Our Defa rice store has been in business for more than ten years, and we have never done black-hearted business. Later, we will go to the back and bring a bag of yellow rice noodles."

"Alright, shopkeeper."

While talking, Tongsuo filled a customer's cloth bag, and said courteously, "Just go to the counter to pay. The store is very busy today, so you have been waiting for a long time."

After speaking, he handed over the rice bag, and glanced at the other party inadvertently. When he saw the old cloth shoes and rough palms of the other party, he turned and ran towards the warehouse behind the store.

The shopkeeper observed all this secretly, and nodded in satisfaction after seeing the action of the copper lock. He is a worker, and he originally accepted the little beggar for the sake of the police station, but now it seems that he has made money.

It's hard to find such a smart buddy who is not lazy. Today's young people can't bear hardships. What's wrong with one day off a month? What's wrong with low salary?

It's just that he didn't know that a certain smart and capable guy was leaning against the wall of the back room and yawning, his eyes kept watching the movement around him, and his ears were listening carefully to the conversation between him and the customer.

"Shopkeeper, how much is it?"

"Let me figure it out, is this enough? You have two boys in your family."

"Enough is enough, if it's not enough, I, as a father, will go out to rob."

"Haha, no way."

After listening, Tongsuo left from the wall. This is an old customer nearby, and there are children, and it can't be a spy from Manchukuo. He didn't know when he was going to pretend, he sighed secretly.

Walking to a bag of yellow rice noodles, Tongsuo let out a low snort and put the bag of noodles on his shoulders. He had been in the special training class for several months, and he had learned ordinary spy skills, but he had developed a lot of strength.

But when he got to the door, he bent over a little, gasped heavily, and walked into the lobby of the shop pretending to be laborious, and threw the flour bag into the rice hopper with difficulty, kicking up a cloud of ashes.

spendthrift!
The shopkeeper was so distressed that he missed at least one or two aspects of this fall, and immediately decided to find an opportunity to deduct a few cents from the boy's salary. If this waste continued, his Defa would close down sooner or later.

If you can’t move your back, you can’t open the noodle bag and move it one by one. Isn’t it just that your waist is tired?

The more the shopkeeper thought about it, the more angry he was, and he was about to talk to Tongsuo, but he didn't say anything, and a young guest walked in from the outside, wearing a suit, he didn't look like the gang of poor ghosts in Shangshu.

The shopkeeper took back the cursing words, and smiled on his face: "Sir, what do you need to buy, our Defa is the best rice store in the vicinity, and the variety of rice noodles is the most complete."

The young man ignored him, and walked around the store on his own, and finally stopped next to the newly opened yellow rice noodles, opened the bag of noodles, lowered his head to smell the smell, and rubbed a handful with his hands.

This kind of pie doesn't look like someone who came to buy rice noodles, but rather a colleague who came to make trouble. With the noodle caught by the other party, the shopkeeper immediately became angry, so he decided to talk to the other party.

"Very good, please help me pack fifty catties."

"okay."

But following the young man's words, the shopkeeper's fire was gone, not only was the fire gone, he even packed the yellow rice noodles himself. In a place like Shangshuli, if you buy fifty catties at a time, you are a big customer.

Tongsuo was very clever, and immediately bent over to help the shopkeeper hold his pocket, but his eyes were fixed on the leather shoes of the visitor. The other person was wearing very ordinary shoes, but these calfskin shoes were not affordable by ordinary people.

When he was a thief, he chose his target by distinguishing clothes. When he entered the secret service, he went through professional training. He noticed this detail as soon as the other party came in. There was something wrong with this person.

Not only the shoes, but also the unremarkable suit worn by the young man. It looks ordinary, except that the gray buttons on the cuffs are missing. They are cufflinks made of silver.

This kind of thing was rare in the Republic of China, and it was mostly used by old European nobles. When the clothes could not reflect their status, the nobles used these small details to show the difference between themselves and the poor.

This is an unusually low-key rich man who is deliberately concealing his identity. He listens to his tone of voice and has received a good education. He may have studied in Europe. Could he be the target?

Tongsuo was a little excited, as if he met a rich man in the rivers and lakes. He slowly took a long breath, and forcibly slowed down his heartbeat, so as not to blush and expose it.

While preparing the noodles, the shopkeeper chatted with the other party: "I can see that you are an expert when I see your movements, sir. The noodles I have here are all new noodles from the north, and the best ones are the first ones.

But you should not be from Jinling. The locals seldom eat yellow rice noodles. They are only eaten by northerners and bannermen. There are not many rice shops in Jinling City that sell them. You are lucky. "

He wanted to inquire about the details of the other party, and it would be even better if he could do long-term business. The daily expenses of such a generous guest are definitely more than that of the bannermen in the ten Shangshu.

"Well, northerners, I've been craving some local dishes recently, so I came here to buy some." The young man explained a few words casually, then turned around and wandered around the store again, obviously not wanting to talk to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was annoyed, but he didn't get angry. After so many years of business, he had never met any kind of customers. He just didn't want to talk. To use a trendy word, he was shy.

He quickly packed fifty catties of noodles, tied up his nimble pockets, clapped his hands and said, "Bronze Lock, put the flour bag on the large scale, and then go outside to find a cleaner rickshaw for Mr."

"Understood, shopkeeper."

Tongsuo greeted the eighteen generations of the shopkeeper's ancestors in his heart, and carried his pockets onto the scale with all his strength. Before he had time to catch his breath, he walked to the door of the shop and waved to a rickshaw driver who was doing the job.

"Come here, there is life."

"I'm coming."

The young coachman was wearing a short jacket and ran over pulling a rickshaw that was probably new. He walked steadily and his shoulders didn't move at all. He looked like an old hand, and it was only comfortable to ride in this kind of car.

When the car came to the front, the copper lock walked around the car. The black iron body was wiped clean, the red velvet seat was very beautiful, and the driver himself tidied up neatly, which was very pleasing.

"Go in and help the guests move things, be careful not to leave your noodle pocket." Tongsuo shouted loudly, and winked at the coachman calmly.

"Thank you little brother for taking care of me." The coachman nodded subtly, lowered his waist naturally and put the rickshaw aside, and walked into Defa.

After a while, the coachman came out with the young man carrying a bag of noodles. The coachman put the bag on the pedals, picked up the white towel around his waist, patted the car seat, and said, "Sir, please sit down."

The other party lifted his feet and sat on it, and instead of leaving immediately, he threw a dime to the copper lock, and then said to the rickshaw driver, "Let's go, I'll show you the way, please hurry up, I still have things to do."

"Please wait."

The coachman lifted up the cart, dragged the other party and disappeared into the street. He was very envious of Tongsuo, and thought that Chief Wu was really good. He could even pull a rickshaw.

It's just that if the other party is a puppet Manchukuo agent, he will definitely not go back to his residence directly. He must change cars on the way. I don't know if Corey's brother can take care of him, and what he should do now.

He stood and looked around, trying to find a signal to retreat, but except for a few brats whizzing by, a gentle breeze blew past, and Tongsuo was shocked, so he probably forgot the young master again.

　The cold is really bad.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)