Traversing the courtyard

Chapter 215 Dongan Market Drinks Soybean Juice

The two rode all the way south, Yan Jiedi asked:
"Where are you taking me!"

"Take you to the vegetable market and put a label on it for sale."

"Chou Weidong, it's almost as good as selling you out."

Talking and laughing all the way, soon Yi Weidong listened:

"Here we are, Sini got out of the car."

Yan Jiedi took a pat before getting off the bicycle and said:
"Weidong, there should be a cushion behind, it's a bit cold."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked around, and asked:
"Where is this?"

Yi Weidong pushed the bicycle to the side of the road, locked it, and took a small piece of paper from the aunt who watched the car.

He came back and said, "This is by the Dong'an market, have you ever been there?"

"The department store is opposite. Of course I have been there."

"Let's go, I'll take you into the market to see how much you can sell."

"Hmph, smelly Weidong."

After turning the corner, Yan Jiedi knew her position.
This is the north gate of Dong'an Market,

Dong'an Market can be said to be the place that every child in the capital yearns for.
It is one of the few places that specializes in selling snacks. It can be said that all kinds of snacks are available.
People who come to this place are people who like to eat snacks, and Yan Jiedi is no exception, she also likes all kinds of snacks, but she rarely has the opportunity to eat them.

Today is the first day of the new year, and Dongan Market is busier than usual.
People come and go with their families, and every small vendor is very busy.
Yi Weidong couldn't help but sigh, it's only half a year, and he still doesn't know if these small traders are still there.

Before Yi Weidong felt that he was far away from turmoil,

When it came to New Year's Day, I suddenly realized that there was only half a year left.

Yan Jiedi followed Yi Weidong into the market hesitantly, and said:

"Weidong, there are so many people here?"

"There are many things here that cannot be bought in the supply and marketing cooperatives. People who are delicious can only come here to eat."

"No wonder everyone is buying so much."

After passing a few stalls, Yan Jiedi just took a look,

Yi Weidong smiled and said: "Xie Di, don't just look at it, I'll treat you to whatever you want."

Yan Jiedi struggled and said, "How bad that is, I have pocket money."

"You're calling me brother. I should invite you. Besides, I can get a salary. You should keep your twenty cents."

"Thank you Weidong brother, you are a good brother."

Yi Weidong shrugged his shoulders: "Just don't call me Weidong."

Yan Jiedi first stopped in front of the donkey rolling booth, looked at it and whispered:
"Weidong, will you do it? Brother silly Zhu?"

Yi Weidong said: "Buy it if you like it, do you care if I can do it?"

"If you know how to cook, we'll buy something else to eat."

Yan Jiedi walked past the stalls of donkey rolling, creaking box, sugar figurine, malt candy, flower balls, candied haws, etc., and stopped at each stall to see the production on site. Fortunately, there are many people who buy it, otherwise they will receive it. I rolled my eyes all the way.

Yi Weidong bought two bunches of candied haws and handed one to Yan Jiedi.
"Why, are you here to visit and study today?"

"Let's go around and see what's there. I'm deciding which one to eat!"

It's still early, anyway, he came out to play, so Yi Weidong followed Yan Jiedi and looked at the stalls one by one.

What Yan Jiedi looked at most were the booths of sugar and dough kneaders.

The master of the kneader saw Yan Jiedi staring at it for a long time and asked:

"What do little girls like? I'll pinch one for you."

Yan Jiedi's face turned red: "I just want to see."

The stalls are filled with pinched flowers, puppies, tigers and other animals. It’s a pity that all kinds of mythological characters can’t be pinched now, otherwise it would be nice to buy a set of Journey to the West characters and receive them in the space.

Yi Weidong asked: "Squeeze a little cat."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Yan Jiedi said angrily, "I just wanted to see, you really bought it."

"Then do you want a little cat?"

Yan Jiedi smiled coyly: "Since you bought it, I'll keep it."

Yi Weidong smiled and said, "I bought the little cat for Yushui, what do you want?"

Yan Jiedi slapped Yi Weidong angrily, and said, "You scoundrel, just be angry with me."

The two waited for a few minutes in front of the booth, and a cute kitten was pinched.
Yi Weidong paid the money and handed the little cat to Yan Jiedi:
"Xie Di, here it is for you, do you like it?"

"Yes, I like it."

After coaxing Yan Jiedi to go forward, Yan Jiedi stopped in front of a pastry stall,

"Weidong, would you like to buy some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes?"

"Okay, buy it if you like it, buy more and bring some back to my sister."

After speaking, Yi Weidong picked up a kraft paper bag and handed it to Yan Jiedi, opened another one himself, and put some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in the metal clip.

There are no plastic bags in this era, and kraft paper is usually used for packaging when buying things. It is not that there is no plastic, but the output of plastic is relatively small and the price is relatively high. It is more cost-effective to use kraft paper.

Yan Jiedi put on a little bit of pretense and turned around to see that Yan Jiedi was still in a daze, and said:
"What are you doing in a daze? Pretend!"

"Oh, I see you pretended, did you buy so much?"

"I bought it for Sister Yushui, but you pretend to keep it for yourself."

Yan Jiedi packed less, and handed them to the salesperson after choosing them. The salesperson quickly took them over, weighed them on the platform scale, reported the amount of money, and asked:

"Separately packed?"

He should have heard the conversation between the two just now and asked one more question.

"Pack it separately."

"Okay." The salesperson neatly tied them up with thin paper strings and handed them to Yi Weidong, and paid the money to pack the paper into a net pocket.

The market is specially approved to not use all kinds of bills, but the price is more expensive than that of the supply and marketing cooperatives. If the price of the ticket is included in the outside things, the market price is only a little higher.

Yan Jiedi walked forward and pointed to the bean juice stand and asked, "Weidong, this is our old BJ's specialty, have you ever drank it?"

Yan Jiedi is an authentic native of the capital, and was used to the taste of soybean juice when she was a child. Everyone in the courtyard knew that Yi Weidong was new, so Yan Jiedi asked this question.

Soybean juice is a popular snack in Beijing in winter and spring. Soybean juice is generally sour, slightly bitter, and has a slight sour smell. Most people really don't accept this taste. To be honest, Yi Weidong has never drank this kind of soy juice.

Yi Weidong looked at the gray-green soybean juice, frowned and said, "I'll forget it, I'm not ready, but if you're thirsty, just have a bowl."

"You are not from our capital city."

Yan Jiedi sat on a small bench and said to the boss: "One serving of burnt rings, one bowl of soybean juice."

A bowl of bean juice only costs three cents, and the focal circle is calculated separately. This time, Yi Weidong wanted to pay, but Yan Jiedi did not agree.
He took out his own change and paid seven cents.

Soon there was a set of burnt rings, some very finely sliced ​​pickles and cabbage on the side of the plate, and a bowl of hot soybean juice was placed in front of Yan Jiedi.

"Do you want to try it?" Yan Jiedi asked.

Yi Weidong hesitated, Yan Jiedi got up and brought an empty big white bowl over, poured out half of the bowl and put it in front of Yi Weidong:

"There are not many elderly people in the capital who don't drink soybean juice. Don't worry, it's delicious."

Yan Jiedi took a sip from the bowl and said, "It still tastes the same."

Seeing Yi Weidong hesitantly urged: "Drink it while it's hot, if you drink it cold, it will taste like slops in your mouth; if you drink it while it's hot, the taste will be different."

Yi Weidong put his mind to one side, and picked up the bowl, anyway, it can't be worse than traditional Chinese medicine!

(End of this chapter)