Step on a branch

Chapter 136

The man looked over thirty and a half years old, and he was not tall.

Because of the strength of carrying the rice, the muscles of the arms and back protrude, and the top is fully supported.

He walked briskly towards the kitchen with his head covered. Compared with those skinny dudes, he could probably hit two people with one punch.

This person, no matter what his martial arts skills are, his brute strength is exaggerated.

And it wasn't just his muscular physique that made Lin Fan notice him.

There is no shortage of capable people on the streets.

A person who earns his living by strength would have starved to death if he had thin arms and legs.

What Lin Fan really looked at secretly was the two-meter bag.

The rice is very full, and the opening is tied with a thick rope, and the way of tying the rope...

Lin Fan took a sip of tea.

If he was not mistaken, it was a common method used by horse thieves in Xiliang area to tie things up.

Horse thieves pay attention to efficiency in plundering. When packing bags and tying things, they must be fast, numerous, and stable in order to win a quick battle. The horses are running fast and bumpy, and there is no need to be afraid that the bags will loosen and fall from the horse's back, and the bamboo baskets will fetch water.

Those who do grain business in the capital use carts to deliver goods to various shops, and rarely bundle things like this.

The man moved in and out three times before he found a corner to sit down and drink tea to quench his thirst.

Huang Yi noticed that Lin Fan was paying attention to that man, so he changed his mind, and turned to ask Xiaoer: "Your business is good, but you have to work hard to deliver ingredients in the middle of the night."

"Thank you nobles for taking care of the business," Xiaoer said with a chuckle, "Our shop does nighttime business, so we can't bother others to follow suit at night, so we usually deliver during the day. Today is just a coincidence, they supply rice during the day. I didn't go to our shop, and I missed a few bags, so I made up for it at night.

But don't worry, young master, although the rice was brought in in a hurry at night, the quality is definitely not bad, and the porridge that comes out still tastes the same.

No one will smash their own signboard. "

Huang Yi nodded.

Following Xiao Er's introduction, the man also stood up and bowed and saluted.

Lin Fan and Huang Yi came as soon as the shop opened at night. At this time, the hot porridge was out of the pot, and each of them used a bowl first.

The hot shrimp porridge, the rice grains have turned into flowers, and the aroma of the rice and the fresh ingredients are blended together, even in the middle of the night, it is very appetizing.

It looks dull, but the entrance is just right.

Shrimp has its own sweetness.

While using it, Lin Fan thought, once last year, when he was in West Fourth Alley, he invited Qin Luan to drink porridge.

At that time, they were waiting for the night, and a bowl of hot porridge filled their stomachs and warmed their bodies.

Fang Tian bought it nearby, and the taste should be good, but compared to the bowl Lin Fan is drinking now, there must be a difference.

It can't be blamed that Fang Tian can't buy things.

At that time, Pingjiang Building hadn't opened yet, moreover, there were a lot of dandies going in and out, and the topic was very uninhibited, Fang Tian couldn't think of coming here to buy.

Today, perhaps because he was sitting here majestically, the other guests were a little more cautious in speaking.

Listening to it so far, nothing particularly unpleasant.

If it is a weekday...

Before the dudes came over, they were either in the flower building or in the gambling house. They were proud of their mouths and wanted to show off their verbal prestige and move back to some scenes.

It's been a long time, and here I can more or less hear some secret things about the nobles in Beijing.

Those things that have nothing may not be of great use.

However, it is not impossible to find gold from the sand.

While thinking about business, Lin Fan ate porridge.

After eating a bowl, he thought, next time he has a chance, he can buy a copy for Qin Luan to taste.

According to Qin Luan's taste, he should like it.

I just don't know if there will be a next time for this shop.

The way the man tied the rope was due to his personal reasons, or it was brought by the rice shop behind him, or it could not be separated from the Pingjiang Tower, a place where information is collected, so you can find out after careful investigation.

Lin Fan glanced at Huang Yi indifferently, then looked away again.

This clue was spit out by Grand Master Huang.

One day, Huang Yi knew that his respected grandfather was messing with something under the water, and he didn't know what his mood would be.

Huang Yi was wiping his mouth, but when Lin Fan saw it, the back of his neck was numb: "What kind of eyes are you looking at? I almost thought I was dying. I asked you to come and eat a bowl of porridge, don't you have to hate so much? Besides, you insist on sitting in the lobby, It’s a tribute too.”

Lin Fan didn't answer this question, but urged: "Now that the porridge is finished, hurry up and let the store make two servings, and leave."

"Two copies?" Huang Yi was taken aback.

"Your grandfather wants to drink it," Lin Fan asked, "Doesn't my mother use it? Come here, bring her a copy."

Huang Yi nodded thoughtfully.

People are like this.

When encountering delicious, fun, and beautiful things, I especially want to share them with others.

Or parents and elders, or brothers and sisters, or loved ones.

Thinking about it this way, Huang Yi really wanted to ask how Lin Fan and that Miss Qin were doing, but this was obviously not a good place to talk, so he quickly suppressed his curiosity and urged Xiaoer.

Start with hot porridge, so you don't need to stay here anymore.

After leaving Pingjiang Tower, Lin Fan did not go with Huang Yi.

Now that I got the clue, I had to follow it up again.

The temple can't run, but the monks can. If the man is a lone ranger and has no other connection with the rice village or the porridge shop, he must keep up today.

Lin Fan followed by himself, and handed the hot porridge to Fang Tian: "Take it back to the house first, let the kitchen warm it up, tomorrow's mother gets up, take it to her."

Fang Tian smiled shyly, and muttered, "I thought you bought this porridge for Miss Qin."

After speaking, seeing Lin Fan squinting at him, Fang Tian didn't dare to say any more, and ran away in a hurry.

Looking at Fang Tian's back, Lin Fan snorted.

He wanted to give Qin Luan a taste, but in the middle of the night, Qin Luan had already gone to bed, so he climbed over the wall to deliver porridge...

What a problem this is.

Lin Fan waited for a quarter of an hour before the man came out of Pingjiang Tower.

As Xiao Er said, tonight was an accidental business, and there were no other rice bags on the cart. The man pushed the flat cart and stepped up, and finally settled at a shop called "Majia Mizhuang".

There is a shop in the front and a house in the back, and a large warehouse. There are snoring sounds from the house.

The man entered a room where the candles were lit and extinguished, and apparently fell asleep too.

Lin Fan waited for a while in the dark at the opposite corner of the shop, but when he saw no other movement from Mi Zhuang, he also went back.

Early the next morning, before the morning court, Lin Fan asked Fang Tian to inform Feng Jing to find out about the rice farm.

The business of selling grain has to go through government procedures, and those who can do this business have some background behind them.

By the time Lin Fan came down to court, Feng Jing had already made some inquiries.

"The head of the family is Ma Gui, a native of Puzhou. He was a businessman who traveled north and south at first. He made money. Five years ago, he went to the yamen and opened this rice farm.

Not only the capital city, but also thirteen rice farms, large and small, opened in other state capitals.

The business in Beijing is average, and I heard that there are three other shops doing well in the local area," Feng Jing said, "Why did you suddenly focus on this rice farm? "

　Thanks to the book friend 99725 Suicaihua in Shucheng, Chic and Still. Beautiful for your reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)