Houmen's concubine

Chapter 8
The two little girls were wearing inconspicuous coarse cotton padded jackets, holding hands in the winter sun, and walking carefree on the broad bluestone streets of the capital.

Wang Tonger looked at the shops with various signboards on both sides of the street, as if in a film and television drama.

Blinking hard, I know that these quaint houses and shops are not illusions, they are real.

She studied directing by herself, and she is very familiar with the ancient street shops in the film and television city.

But it is very different from the real scene.

First of all, the bricks and tiles of these shops are very old, that is to say, they are "Qin bricks, Han tiles" for modern people!

What's more, the scenes full of the life of the ancients are everywhere, which can't be felt when acting.

Not only that, but what do you think the shop is buying?
They are all handmade products, without traces of modernization.

There must be no such props in the film and television city built by modern people.

Looking at the bustling crowds of people on the street, no matter how good the group performance is, it can't be the real living beings of the ancient people...

Wang Tong'er accidentally saw an uncle selling straw sandals tied with straw ropes.

These thatched sandals are woven of pure thatch, or woven with rags wrapped around thatch.

She knew that this kind of thatched sandals was still sold and worn by some people in the 70s and [-]s in modern society, and then they disappeared.

These thatched sandals are different from straw sandals. This kind of shoes are worn in winter, and they are worn on sunny days.You can't wear it on rainy days, because it is made of thatch after all!
It is said that this kind of shoes is only woven or bought by the poor, because the thatch punctures the feet, which will make the skin of the feet red or even pierce the skin.

Although Wang Tong'er was curious, she didn't want to buy it.

In ancient times, there must be many old antiques that have never been seen before.

Where can I buy so many of them.

Even if you can wear it back, you can't take it away, right?
Can only feast our eyes.

After walking for nearly half a street, Wang Xiuying took her to a small courtyard in a small alley, took out the embroidery wrapped in a piece of clean cotton cloth in her hand, and handed it to a neat and tidy woman in her 40s. woman.

It turned out that the people in this small courtyard were the embroidery shop that Wang Xiuying had mentioned.

The woman took Wang Xiuying's embroidery work, looked through it carefully, pointed to one of the embroidery work and said, "Well, this time the embroidery is better than before. You see, it would be better if the stitches here were denser."

"Mother Zhang, I'll pay attention next time." Wang Xiuying agreed obediently with a low voice.

That mother Zhang pulled out a small cloth bag from her bosom, took out a dozen small coins from it and handed it to her.

Then he turned around and went to the cupboard behind him to bring out a stack of plain brocades that had been cut out, and counted out a dozen of them for Wang Xiuying to wrap in her parcel.

"Remember, it will be delivered within five days." Zhang's mother said while taking out embroidery threads of various colors from the cabinet drawer to Wang Xiuying.

"Thank you Mama Zhang, I'll remember." Wang Xiuying agreed, and hurriedly took the money and put it carefully into the purse at her waist.

Wang Tong'er looked at the colorful embroidery threads on the table in front of her, and remembered her mother's favorite knitted clothes with stick needles.

When I come out of Xie Houye's mansion in the future and don't have the ability to make a fortune, I can try weaving clothes for a living.

The boat is naturally straight when it reaches the bridge. I don't believe that I am a modern person. Is it possible that I couldn't get enough food in ancient times?

"Sister Tong'er, let's go!"

Wang Xiuying was very happy to give away the embroidery work and took the money. Seeing that Wang Tonger was in a daze, she hurriedly took her hand and walked out of the courtyard.

She took Wang Tong'er's little hand and walked back, and within a few steps, she saw a small shop with a bamboo pole in front of the door.

Before entering the door, the nose is full of the fragrance of pastries.

The two went in and saw that there were not many types of pastries, the pastries were not delicate, and the styles were not good-looking.

Wang Tonger knew at a glance that this pastry shop was poor.

The stove and the stove for making pastries are right by the door, and the chopping board is also leaning against the stove.

The pastries in the shop are placed directly on a wooden partition, most of which are common varieties.

There are jujube cakes, sugar cakes, wheat cakes, bean cakes, chestnut cakes and glutinous rice cakes.

Wang Tong'er turned her head and saw Wang Xiuying greedily looking at the sweet pastries in front of her eyes, dazzled as to which one she wanted to buy.

"Boss, here's a piece of glutinous rice cake." Wang Tong'er saw that there was only one middle-aged man in the shop who didn't know whether it was the pastry seller or the waiter, who was wearing an apron and was kicking the rice cakes in the open jar with both hands.

She remembered that the little girl said yesterday that she wanted to eat glutinous rice cakes, and the red and orange ones were filled with brown sugar cores.The little girl must love to eat.

"Hi!"

"Little girl, three pennies." The man immediately picked up the glutinous rice cake with his hands, wrapped it in a dried lotus leaf and handed it to Wang Tong'er.

"Okay." Wang Tong'er took it and passed it to Wang Xiuying.

Then he took out three Wen coins from his purse and handed it over.

"Sister Tong'er, I have money." Seeing Wang Tong'er and Qian, Wang Xiuying hurriedly stopped her from giving money.

"This is what my sister invited you to eat."

"Well, Sister Tong'er, take a bite too." Wang Xiuying ate the glutinous rice cake and did not forget to put the pastry to the corner of Wang Tong'er's mouth.

"Hey, I don't want to eat, my stomach is still full!" Wang Tong'er turned her small face away, how old is she and she still needs to be fed by a little girl?
When the little girl finished eating the cakes in her hand, Wang Tonger said to the boss: "Boss, help me get four more jujube cakes, and wrap each of the four sugar cakes separately."

Wang Tong'er thought about buying a few yuan each and bringing them home for her parents and brother to taste.

Another copy was kept for Wang Xiuying's parents.

"Little girl, both the sugar cake and the jujube cake cost two Wen each, and the total is sixteen Wen."

The pastry seller separates the pastries and wraps them with wider dried lotus leaves, then binds them with fine hemp rope and tie a knot in the middle.It is convenient for customers to carry and take it.

After Wang Tonger gave the pastry money, she handed another pastry to Wang Xiuying: "Yingzi, take this pastry home for your parents to eat."

"Ah? How can this work!"

"I have money, so I should buy it for you!"

Satisfied, Wang Xiuying put the last bite of pastry into her mouth and chewed it carefully, she could only shake her head repeatedly with puffed cheeks.

Today, she was only thinking about treating sister Tong'er to eat pastries, but she didn't realize that she didn't spend a penny, so she felt embarrassed.

Wang Tonger thought that Wang Xiuying's parents had helped her a lot, so she could only express her gratitude by buying a few pastries.

What's more, it's hard to get out when I enter the waiting mansion gate!
The little girl did embroidery work for many days and only got a dozen or so coins, so she didn't want to let her spend money.

The two of them just came out of the pastry shop to the street, when a low-key and luxurious carriage stopped on the street beside them with a sound of "Wow!"

　Wang Tonger: Cakes?I'm tired of the cake myself...

　　I'm just curious about ancient street scenes!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)