Jin Tang

Chapter 24 Tasting Hoto Fox in Disguise
"Oh, this is for the third master. His old man likes to eat a bowl of Hoto at this time." The waiter put the towel on his shoulders, "Do you want to try it too, Mr. Lang? It's not expensive. It only costs 7 Wen."

"Give me a bowl too, thank you." Mo Yang bowed his hands at the other party very politely.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." The man walked in very happily.

If he sells a bowl of Hoto, he can get 1 penny from it.

Without making Mo Yang wait for a long time, the waiter soon brought a bowl of steaming food on a wooden plate and put it on the dining table.

Mo Yang walked over, knelt down and took a closer look. There were some thumb-sized soft noodles floating in the thick soup in the white porcelain bowl.

It turns out that Huto is noodle soup. People in this dynasty also called it soup cake and suo cake.

From Mo Yang's point of view, Hoto is more similar to what modern northerners call cat's ears.

Although the taste of white boiled noodles is very bland and not delicious, Mo Yang tastes and chews carefully, and he misses eating food similar to modern life.

Seeing this, the clerk asked, "Do you need some seasonings, sir? The local shop always has some auxiliary seasonings, but what to put depends on your personal preference. Do you want to put mutton oil, chopped green onion, or ginger juice and dogwood?"

Mo Yang thought for a while, and asked politely: "Please give me some to taste. If it's convenient, please add an egg."

He automatically and consciously took out another three Wen and handed it to the buddy as a reward.

The clerk smiled, and brought Mo Yang the seasoning he wanted after a while.

After a bowl of hot noodle soup, Mo Yang's whole body warmed up. He strode out of the car dealership quickly and headed for the place he had made an appointment with the fox.

As soon as he entered the alley, he saw the fox stamping his feet with his hands clasped in the cold. Seeing Mo Yang's figure, this guy caught up and complained.

"Hey, why did you come here? It's freezing me to death."

"I'm really sorry, I did encounter something that delayed me today." Mo Yang cupped his hands apologetically, "Have you been waiting here for a long time?"

This is obvious, the fox's cheeks were as cold as blush.

Boom... The thick drum sounded, shaking the crows on the city wall to croak and fly away.

"It's too late, this is not a place to talk, we have to change to another place." Mo Yang rubbed his chin embarrassedly.

At this time, it was already dusk, and the street drums sounded.

Afterwards, there will be about five waves of drumming and eight hundred beats, and then the night will fall and the market will be closed.

At this time, there is a curfew, and the curfew is mainly aimed at the vertical and horizontal main roads in the city, and patrol teams are set up to prohibit walking on the streets at night.

However, in these nine cold winters, once the gates of each workshop are closed, the night ban inside the workshop is not so strict.

"The place where I'm staying is mixed with fish and dragons, so it's not suitable for talking." Mo Yang scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"Let's go to Pingkangfang. I know a fake mother from a geisha parlor. It's not a problem to prepare an empty room for us." The fox raised his head, and the lock of curly hair on his head shook accordingly.

"I'm playing a refugee, how can I go to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion?" Mo Yang hesitated, although he was very curious.

"You keep your head down, it's not a problem to disguise yourself." The fox took out a fake beard and eyebrows from his sleeve, "I just came out of the theater troupe, and today I want to follow that Wangba you mentioned, so I'll take a I thought it would be used for myself in times of crisis, but I didn't realize it was used on you."

As he spoke, he took off his robe and handed it to Mo Yang.

Mo Yang sighed secretly when he saw it, this guy Fox seems to be sloppy and doesn't care much about everything, but he is actually very careful and professional, just seeing that this guy is wearing a brown robe underneath, it's a Know that he is well prepared.However, he didn't have enough time, and he didn't have time to ask more questions. He quickly put on the fox's robe, and put on a fake beard and eyebrows.

He deliberately made his back look a little curved, and a handsome young man suddenly looked ten years older.

"Pingkangfang is very close to Chongrenfang. If something inconvenient happens in the geisha hall, we can quickly pass through the road to the hotel in Chongrenfang. The investigation will not be too strict."

Amid the sound of long drums, the fox kept nagging while they were walking fast.

"I was walking on the cross street in Pingkangfang after a curfew a while ago, and when I saw two Marquis Wu coming across, I quickly turned around and ran to Chongren's room.

I specifically drilled into the alley and made a few circles, but these Marquis Wu really didn't catch me.Compared with Chang'an's rigorous, serious and tense governance, the land is high and the emperor is far away, so they just turn a blind eye and close one eye, and the management is not strict. "

The corners of Mo Yang's mouth twitched when he heard that, this guy seems to be a repeat offender who travels between the brothel Chu House and the hotel.

At this time, night fell, and the market was closed.On all the streets in Qidi, there is only the darkness of night.

The major squares and cities are basically black and white, but Pingkang Square is still bustling.

Although the gate of Pingkangfang is closed, the Qinlou and Chu Pavilion in the workshop are still brightly lit, singing and dancing, going out and coming in pairs, pouring lightly and singing softly...

Although the famine year has a great impact on the people, but for these rich and powerful, they still will not lack their enjoyment.

Walking into Pingkangfang Fenzi Hutong, the place is very lively at this moment.

This alley is a famous brothel gathering place in Qidi, and this time is the time to attract business.

On both sides of the hutong are two-story Xieshan-style red buildings, with cornices and brackets, painted pillars and carved beams.

There are mahogany railings on the upper and lower floors, and even in winter, there are still girls in cool clothes leaning on the railings to greet each other.

All kinds of colorful lights are hung under the eaves of the corridor, shining the whole alley with radiance.

The fox walked in with Mo Yang swaggeringly. The guests here were all indulging in wine and sex, and no one cared too much about their entry.

After Mo Yang walked in, he didn't speak, he just looked inside, just seeing the red-sleeved ostentatious, drunk and rich people here, he couldn't imagine the miserable life those refugees are living.

He pursed his lips, his eyes darkened.

"The more famine years, the more girls are sent in." The fox saw Mo Yang's displeasure, and sighed softly.

Seeing the fox coming, the waiter hurried forward to greet him and said, "Your honor has brought a new guest today. Is it a game, or should we go to the hall to listen to a play, or go upstairs to sit?"

The fox glanced sideways at the waiter and said, "A side room is arranged upstairs so that you can see the stage downstairs."

After speaking, he took out a small handful of copper coins and stuffed them into the opponent's hand.

"Come on, my lord, please come with me." The waiter hurriedly led them upstairs.

(End of this chapter)