Entering Kung Fu into a Sauce

Chapter 253 The Wonton Shop in Front of the Railway Station
On the second day of August, Jiang Bao declined the suggestion of Ah Xing and others to keep him for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and boarded the cruise ship to Shanghai alone.

His plan this time is to take a boat from Xiangjiang to Shanghai, then take a train from Shanghai to Pengcheng, and then take a train from Pengcheng to Kongtong.

In this era, both the Beijing-Shanghai Railway and the Longhai Railway have been completed and opened to traffic. Traveling north and west by train greatly saves time.

Jiang Bao was even worried that when he arrived at Kongtong, the Huoyun evil god might still be on his way, making him wait at least half a month.

Six days later, when the cruise ship arrived in Shanghai, Jiang Bao didn't stop here, and directly bought a train ticket to Pengcheng.

Another day later, he got off at Pengcheng.

Just when he was about to buy a ticket to Baoji, he suddenly thought of a wish he had just made when crossing.

At that time, he once thought that when he had a chance, he would go back to his hometown Pengcheng, dig a deep hole in the yard that his grandfather was about to buy, and bury some treasures.

However, after nearly a year of observation, he can't guarantee whether there will be a family like Grandpa in this time and space.

Now that I have arrived in Pengcheng, if there is such a family, don't I know if I go and see?
So, Jiang Bao didn't buy a ticket immediately, he walked out of the platform, hailed a rickshaw, and came to a Hewan village on the bank of the old Yellow River.

Although it was approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was still no sense of festiveness here. Everyone he saw after getting off the car had pale faces and numb expressions.

"After so many years of poor life, everyone has no hope. No wonder there is such an expression!" Jiang Bao understood very well.

Therefore, he still supports Di Dujun to unify China.Without the war, the life of the common people will certainly be improved.

When he walked into the village, he couldn't remember where his great-grandfather lived in the first place. Looking at everything in front of him, he had no impression at all.

So, he stopped an old man herding cattle: "Old man, is there anyone named Jiang Changgui in this village?"

Jiang Changgui is his great-grandfather.

Although it has been almost a year since he crossed over to this world, Jiang Bao can still speak with the locals in Pengcheng's dialect, so the old man basically sounds fine.

The old man thought for a while: "There is no such person!"

"Isn't this Hewan Village?"

"It's Hewan Village!"

"I have a relative from Hewan Village, surnamed Jiang, and it's not just one or two families, there are dozens of them!"

Jiang Bao still remembered that from his great-grandfather, the Jiang family in Hewan Village was a big family.By the end of the year, there were more than 200 households within the five services.

"There is no Jiang surname in our village!"

"Are there any other Hewan villages near here?"

"No more!" The old man said with great confidence, "There is only one Hewan Village on the Yellow River, tens of miles away from Pengcheng Mansion!"

Jiang Bao seemed to understand, and thought: "It seems that movies and reality are two different time and space, I can't find my ancestors!"

He took out a piece of ocean and handed it to the old man to show his gratitude.

He found someone to exchange this piece of ocean on the cruise ship, because the Xiangjiang Yuan he carried with him couldn't be spent here at all.These days, the local emperors in various regions have minted and printed banknotes by themselves, and they are not compatible with each other, causing great trouble to merchants.

The old man almost jumped up in shock: "No need to pay! No, no..."

Jiang Bao stuffed it into his pocket: "Take it, buy a pack of cigarettes, and have a cup of tea!"

The old man burst into tears: "This piece of ocean is enough for our family's oil and salt money for several years!"

In this day and age, the biggest expense of the poor families in the countryside is to buy some vegetable oil, lamp oil and coarse salt.

Of course, the purchasing power of an ocean is more than that.The problem is, apart from the expenses on oil and salt, they are reluctant to buy anything else.They want to use the money for important events such as children and grandchildren going to school or getting married.

Jiang Bao couldn't help feeling bitter when he heard this.He can't change this situation.

"Okay, old man, I'm leaving! Thank you!"

After walking dozens of steps and turning onto the main road, he inadvertently turned around, only to see the old man kneeling on the ground, clasped his hands together, and kept saluting.

Jiang Bao's nose was sore, he wanted to run back to help the old man up, but changed his mind and quickened his pace to run towards the road.

As long as he goes far, the old man will naturally get up.

This incident made Jiang Bao feel even more sad.

In his previous life, he heard from his grandfather and father that his great-grandfather had the opportunity to study in a private school because the whole family was saving money.Although he did not get rich as an official, he changed the face of the family and gave brothers and nephews more opportunities to study.

When we returned to Pengcheng Railway Station, it was already afternoon, and there was no westbound train at this time, so Jiang Bao had to find an inn near the railway station to stay.

In the evening, he walked to the street alone, wanting to taste the delicacies of his hometown.

To be honest, during his year in Xiangjiang, nothing he ate tasted like his hometown.Take eating fish as an example, he can't bear to not put coriander.

Moreover, southerners in this era seldom eat coriander. He wants to eat it alone, and he has nowhere to buy it.

As soon as he thought of coriander, he could smell the strong aroma of wontons in front of him.That is Pengcheng people's favorite wonton recipe, stuffed with fatty meat, boiled in high broth, sprinkled with shrimp skin and coriander when it is out of the pot.

So, he took a step and soon came to a "Little Shaoxing Wonton Restaurant".

As soon as he walked into the store, the boss, who was about thirty years old, immediately greeted him with a smile on his face: "Sir, what do you want to eat?"

Jiang Bao pointed to the signboard outside the store: "I remember that Xiao Shaoxing should be chicken porridge, but why did it become wonton when you came here?"

At the beginning of the year, he was dragged to Shanghai by Zhang Pengxiang, and he even went to "Little Shaoxing Chicken Porridge" for breakfast.

The boss said with a smile: "A few years ago, I worked as a waiter in the 'Little Shaoxing Chicken Porridge' in Shanghai, and learned how they cook porridge. Last summer, I went home to get married, so I stopped going to Shanghai. Open a 'Little Shaoxing Chicken Porridge'. However, people here don't like chicken porridge very much, but prefer wontons. So, I added broth to the wonton soup and used the recipe of Xiao Shaoxing. Don't you Said, with such a change, the locals like it more!"

Jiang Bao gave the boss a thumbs up: "The boss is so talented! I wish your 'Little Shaoxing Wonton' can be sold well in Pengcheng!"

"Auspicious words from Mr.!" The boss is also an open-minded person, "Sir, I will order you a bowl of wontons for free!"

"You can't do without money!" Jiang Bao laughed, "If you open the door to do business, you first have to pay the rent, and there are all kinds of exorbitant taxes, plus the free food, free drink, and free money of the local gangsters, your profits are not big. A lot. And, as you said just now, you just got married, and your daughter-in-law is probably about to give birth, so there are plenty of places to spend money!"

When Jiang Bao mentioned his daughter-in-law, the boss laughed like a flower: "My daughter-in-law is so good, she picked it up for nothing, and saved me a lot of money!"

Just now when he said this, someone opened the curtain, walked in from outside the store, and said in a voice that Jiang Bao used to be very familiar with: "Husband, what are you talking about me again?"

(End of this chapter)