Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 166, let you see me, a genius in heaven

Yang Xiaole left the alley, returned to the tavern, paid the money and the ticket, and went out with two jars of wine in the astonishment of Shopkeeper Xu.

The old man wants to drink, so my own father wants to get some.

Can not favor one over another!
After shopping, seeing that it was past two o'clock, he didn't leave in a hurry, but started to stroll while watching the lively street.

There are many time-honored brands in the old street.

Basic necessities of food, housing and transportation are available.

Quanjude.

There is one in Wangfujing, but that place is actually a branch, and the earliest Quanjude roast duck is here on Qianmen Street.

But he didn't rush in.

Strolled to a Yuefangzhai that sells pastries.

When he found out that there were eight pieces for sale in Beijing, he ordered five boxes directly, one in a food box and the others in exquisite gift boxes.

The name of Yuefangzhai is also printed on it.

At this time, there were many people in Dashilan, and there were more people than he bought, and he was not afraid of being seen.

After thinking about it, I bought some pastries that required tickets.

Tickets are also sold for pastries now, but there are no special pastry tickets, but food tickets are collected, and half a catty of food stamps is charged for a catty of dim sum.

Both types of tickets will be required in the future.

Saqima, candied fruit, milk cake, pole pastry...

I bought a lot of each and strung them up with ropes.

In his opinion, the food at this time was not as rich as that of later generations. After these few months, he realized that he had misunderstood.

At this time, there are really many kinds of things.

After finishing it, I went out with my things.

Find an empty alley and put things into the space.

Yang Xiaole is holding Sachima in his hand, eating while walking, isn't this stuff the Sachima of later generations?

Do you have it now?

And now the taste is more fragrant, not so sweet, and the milk flavor is also very natural.

good to eat.

The old pharmacy, Tongrentang.

Ruifuxiang, once the largest silk shop in the imperial capital, made clothes for people, and the store was as high as a four-story building.

Neiliansheng mainly sells old BJ cloth shoes, and the thousand-layer bottom is spread from here.

There was an old saying in Kyoto back then: horse Juyuan on the head, Neiliansheng on the feet, Ruifuxiang on the body, and four constants around the waist.

These are the few shops that rich people could enter in those days.

Yang Xiaole went in and took a look.

Well, even if it is a public-private partnership, the price is still unacceptable to ordinary people.

Liubiju, a famous pickle shop in Kyoto.

Tianfu Hao, I heard that the signature sauced elbow is a must-have for the imperial cuisine of the Qing Dynasty, and it is specially given a waist plate for entering the palace.

Zhang Yiyuan, the signature jasmine tea.

After strolling around, Yang Xiaole also watched with relish, and bought a lot of dried yellow sauce by the way.

The high price of three cents and eighty-one catties.

I bought dried yellow sauce, mainly because he bought Liubiju dried yellow sauce in later generations, and it tasted really good.

It's not like making sauce at home. When it's hot, I'm afraid it will be sour and smelly. If you put the salt hard, it feels like the salt doesn't cost money.

It's cold, the mold is not fermented well, and the taste is much worse.

Strolling around Dashilan and eating some snacks, I almost filled my stomach.

Seeing that it was almost time, he just came to Luzhuzhang's booth. At this time, the other party had already opened, and there were many people queuing up to buy things.

Yang Xiaole smelled it by the side, it was indeed delicious.

I just don't know if there are poppy shells in it.

The stall was an old man.

The other party is skillfully picking out pork head meat, pig mouth, pig intestines, pig lungs and liver from the pot.

Chopping there, the movements are very skillful.

Everything is chopped into two or three centimeters in size, and the cuts are uniform in thickness.

There are a few tables next to it, where people are drinking and eating stewed food.

After asking, except for pork lungs, half a catty of meat ticket is charged per catty.

After queuing for a while, Yang Xiaole looked at the contents of the cauldron, and ordered three catties of pork head meat, five catties of pig mouth, pig intestines, and pig lungs.

After paying the money and tickets, I left with a long string of oiled paper bags.

There was still soup dripping on top.

Seeing that the things were almost done, he quietly put them away, and let out the car, and at the same time released a dough bag.

There is a bit of straw in it, which makes it feel full.

Came to the door of Suo Ye, pushed the car in, and took out the things at the door of the Chuihua door.

Only then did the cart go in.

"Grandpa! What should I do deliciously?"

After coming in, I could smell the smell of cooking. The old man is busy in the kitchen!
Hearing the movement, Suo Ye came out.

Seeing him carrying so many things, he felt strange for a while: "What are you doing?"

"I have already worshiped my teacher, so I can't get something to honor your old man, lest you hide it and don't teach me something."

Yang Xiaole finished speaking with a smile, ignored the stern-faced old man, and carefully carried the noodle bag to the main room.

There was also a food box in his hand.

When I came to the main room, I put the noodle bag on the table, and put the Jingba piece food box beside it.

Started digging things out of it.

A catty of pig's mouth and a catty of pig's head meat are put in a lunch box.

Half lunch box fried peanuts.

Two catties of fresh pork belly.

In the end, it was naturally the large wine jar.

At this time, the old man came in with his hands behind his back and looked at the things on the table.

Sniffing: "Luzhu Zhang's Luzhu? Did you sneer?"

Yang Xiaole gave him a thumbs up: "You still have a strong nose, and you are almost catching up with that! Don't worry, knowing that you always love to eat, how could you not buy it."

The old man's face was better at first, but now his head went dark again.

No, bear with it.

Otherwise, if you make a move, something will happen.

I saw Yang Xiaole put the wine jar on the ground, looked around, went to the kitchen and brought a kitchen knife.

With the back of the knife, gently tap the mud to seal it.

I saw the mud seal slowly falling off, revealing the opening of the wine jar inside, and there was a layer of paper and cloth seal on it.

Take a broom to clean it up, and then gently open it.

Immediately, a scent of wine spread out.

The old man sniffed, "Where did you get it? Tavern?"

"Hey, yes, come on, you have a taste."

The other party was very careful, and even gave a small bamboo wine hanger.

I found a wine glass, took a little and handed it over: "Master, try it, here is a pig mouth, and fried peanuts, try it."

After speaking, clap your hands and open the two lunch boxes.

The stewed and fried peanuts inside were exposed.

Then he ran back to the kitchen, took a pair of bowls and chopsticks and put them on the table: "Master, you should eat some first, and I'll clean up the mud."

After speaking, he looked at the unsealed wine jar and asked: "Master, what should I do with this wine? If you don't seal it, the smell of the wine will disappear."

The old man looked at it and said: "Put it aside, I will make it myself later!"

Then sat in the front seat.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole didn't force herself, she carried the wine to the incense table nearby and put it away, and didn't care anymore.

He took a broom and swept the mud off the ground, washed his hands and came back again.

Seeing that the old man hadn't moved his chopsticks, he smiled and said, "Master, what's the matter? Does it not suit your appetite? Why don't you eat it? You keep eating, I'm home!"

The old man glanced at him: "Sit down, let's eat something together."

"Hey, forget it, my family is waiting for me! Then I'm going back!"

After speaking, he greeted with a smile and left.

Looking at the back of him leaving, the old man looked at the empty home and sighed.

At this moment, Yang Xiaole, who had just turned his head, saw this scene.

After hesitating for a moment, he went to the kitchen and took a pair of bowls and chopsticks. Seeing that the rice in the pot had been cooked, he filled the bowl and came to the main room.

Looking at the old man who was stunned for a moment, Yang Xiaole said with a smile: "Grandpa, I feel it! I'd better eat some, otherwise it would be too bad!"

Then he sat down on the lower head, took a piece of pork head and stuffed it into his mouth.

He took a mouthful of rice.

He also muttered by the way: "Master, you never know how to stir-fry vegetables."

After finishing speaking, he put down his chopsticks and went to the kitchen.

Pull out the fire, let the fire burn up, and start cooking on another stove.

The dishes are naturally Chinese cabbage washed by the old man.

After looking at it, there are dried chili peppers in the kitchen, so the other party should be able to eat chili peppers. I cut some dried chili peppers and got a lot of oil.

Fried a hot and sour Chinese cabbage.

After turning off the fire, he returned to the kitchen with the dishes.

"Okay, now we have all the meat and vegetables. Let's eat."

The old man didn't say anything when he saw this. At this time, the wine glass next to him had been changed, and there was a delicate wine pot and a small wine cup.

Picking up the wine cup, he took a sip.

I took a bite of the pig's mouth and put it in my mouth.

Then he asked, "Where did you get the news?"

Yang Xiaole took a mouthful of Chinese cabbage and said vaguely: "It's not that I don't have a long mouth, I don't know how to ask, I asked from Lin Kun."

Looking at the old man with a livid face, he realized that the rice had sprayed out.

fell on the table.

He hurriedly covered his mouth, "I'm sorry! I didn't lock the door when I spoke."

But he won't do anything to pick it up and eat it.

Continue to eat.

The old man nodded slightly when he heard the words.

While eating, Yang Xiaole asked, "By the way, Master, I want you to get some remittance coupons for me. When can you give them to me?"

"Don't talk while eating."

Seeing that he sprayed out another grain, the old man couldn't bear it anymore.

Yang Xiaole pursed her lips and ate quietly.

In fact, he talked so much because of the old man. After all, the other party has been alone for too long, and he still needs to have a good time.

He is a quiet handsome man.

This pork head meat is really delicious, soft and rotten.

It is just right for the old man who is missing a few teeth. He seriously suspects that the old man likes stewed food because he can't bite the others.

If he knew what he was thinking, the old man would be so angry that he would come out with a stick and beat someone up.

Without talking, the speed of eating will naturally increase.

Yang Xiaole drank two bowls in a row before she was full, and put down the bowls and chopsticks.

And the old man is still drinking wine and eating vegetables leisurely there!

"Hey, by the way, master, if I go to school in the future, how will I arrange my practice?"

"What time do you go to school?"

"It's about 08:30, I don't know from now on."

The old man nodded when he heard the words, and said without raising his head: "If you don't go to school, you should come before dawn. If you go to school, you should come before five o'clock. Three hours a day."

"Oh, that's fine!"

Yang Xiaole agreed.

After waiting for a while, I secretly checked the time. It was just after five o'clock. My mother said that she hadn't eaten since she came back to cook today.

He stood up and said, "Master, I really have to go. I'll be here tomorrow morning!"

Seeing this, the old man nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Yang Xiaole said hello and left.

Even though he knew that Hua Yourong was out of school now, he still didn't go there. Anyway, there would be opportunities in the future, so he left on his bike.

After he left, the old man looked at the empty bowl Yang Xiaole had finished eating, and meditated there.

After a while, he showed a rare smile.

He hummed a tune in his mouth.

……

Build a seven-star stove,

That copper pot boils three rivers,

Set up a table of eight immortals to entertain the sixteen parties,

Come and drop is a guest, all depends on the mouth,
……

It was past five o'clock when Yang Xiaole returned to his alley, just in time to see Wang Jianjun.

The other party was moving the car into the compound.

So he smiled and greeted: "Brother Wang, get off work!"

Wang Jianjun turned his head to look: "Ang, I'm off work, I just came back!"

"Hey, I just came back, you are busy, I'm going home first!"

After Yang Xiaole said hello with a smile, he rode away on his bicycle.

When I went back to the compound, I saw those who came back from get off work in the compound, and greeted them with a smile.

"Uncle Wang is off work!"

"Aunt Zhao..."

……

Then it was back home.

In the house, Wang Qiuju had just cooked, and the family was eating there!
Seeing him come back, Wang Qiuju complained: "Why have you been there all day long? It's already time for dinner, and I can't find anyone. What are you holding in your hand?"

"Oh, I went to my master's house, and he asked me to bring back some food. I've eaten."

After speaking, he put the oiled paper bag on the side of the table and opened it directly.

"meat!"

When Xizi saw the meat, she stood up abruptly, and quickly picked up a piece.

Wang Qiuju looked at the stewed pork curiously. It contained pork head meat, pig mouth, pig large intestine, pig liver, and pig lung mixed together.

"Why did your master give you this! It costs a lot of money!"

Yang Xiaole smiled: "How would I know, if you let me take it, I will take it! You can eat it."

Hearing this, several people stopped talking.

The family ate there.

"Xiao Le, don't take other people's things in the future, you learn from others, we haven't given them anything yet!"

After Wang Qiuju finished speaking, she sighed and said: "Our director went to a meeting today and came back soon after get off work. Then he asked us to put away many things. They said they would not let them sell them. There are still many things that we need to change the quota."

Yang Xiaole thought for a while after hearing the words: "Do you know anything about it?"

"I don't know the specifics. Anyway, melon seeds and peanuts are not allowed to be sold. There are also vermicelli, sesame paste, tea leaves, and there seem to be quite a lot of others."

Yang Xiaole understood after listening.

Put it away and don't let it sell, it doesn't mean it won't sell it.

It is estimated that after three festivals (Spring Festival, National Day, May [-]st), these three festivals began to buy according to the population.

It's just that there is no policy yet.

However, in winter, the crops in various places can still be produced outside the southernmost part, and other places have entered the hibernation period.

Even if ordinary people don't know that there will be a drought next year, they also know that these non-staple foods will not be available in large quantities until May and June next year at the earliest.

I feel like I should have bought more.

However, some of their specialties have been added.

Melon seeds, peanuts, sesame paste, and vermicelli vermicelli.

After that, I didn't care about it anymore, and I became numb after listening too much.

Yang Guangzhi nodded frequently as he ate the pork head meat: "Well, this is delicious. Doesn't the pork head meat cost less? From now on, our family's meat ticket will be used to buy pork head meat or pork liver."

Several people nodded.

Yang Xiaole didn't say a word. The idea was good, but there were still discrepancies in reality.

Now the meat is sold out in the morning, and the offal is usually given to restaurants or hospitals as nutrition, and rarely sold.

The old lady was in a hurry to go to class, so she ate some steamed buns quickly, and then she ordered food and was about to leave the house.

"Head of the house, come with me! Go and find out the way."

Yang Guangzhi stuffed the last bite of Wowotou into his mouth: "I don't even know the way!"

"It's okay, I'll get to know the way later. I just go to register today, and then bring some books over, and I will officially go to class tomorrow!"

Hearing this, Yang Guangzhi nodded lightly: "Alright then, I'll go with you."

After speaking, he took a piece of pork head and put it in his mouth, got up and left.

After his father and mother left, Yang Xiaogang also stuffed the last bit of corn bun into his mouth.

He took a piece of pork head and stuffed it into his mouth.

The amount of about one catty sounds like a lot, but for six people, a few yuan per person will be enough.

The one who ate the most was of course Xizi, that brat.

And this guy specializes in picking pork heads to eat.

Yang Xiaole didn't eat, just sat there thinking about something, that is the problem of the temporary workers of the old man, this is a big problem.

There is no recruitment quota for the time being, so he has to think of other ways.

After all, the relationship with Director Sun is not in place, and it has not yet reached the most difficult time.

That's the only way left.

buy house!
Once you have a house, you have a registered permanent residence, and you can't drive them away.

There is no need to think about the courtyard house.

The transformation of private housing into public ownership began the year before last, but this was limited to houses above 150 square meters, and houses below 150 square meters were all within this range.

The smallest courtyard plus the yard has an area of ​​more than two hundred.

But there are not only courtyard houses in the city.

After the end of the Qing Dynasty, a lot of people came here during the period of the Republic of China. Some built Western-style buildings, and there were also man-made small shantytowns.

The kind built with earthen houses or bricks and tiles.

At this moment, he was thinking, how about he secretly get one for his father and get his household registration settled.

And this kind of house will not go wrong in the future.

After thinking about it, he decided to take a look if he had time, the possibility was unlikely.

I have nothing to do, I went to teach the two little guys.

In the evening, my father and my mother came back from outside with two textbooks.

Yang Xiaole took a look, this is a special textbook, the kind without pinyin, just know how to write it, but the number of words is quite a lot.

Arithmetic is the arithmetic of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, nothing else.

Overall, it is equivalent to the level of the first and second graders.

Yang Xiaole became a little teacher and taught her, Xiaoli, and the old man who was pulled over.

By the way, let's combine Xiaoli's pinyin book.

As for the matter in the compound, the family did not participate.

The matter between Widow Tian and Mrs. Shen finally came to nothing, because no one found out how the things were lost.

……

Early the next morning, Yang Xiaole got up earlier than the others.

At dawn, he rode his bicycle to Suo Ye's house.

The door is not bolted, the old man should get up.

Pushing the car in, I saw the old man sitting there in the main room, probably waiting for him to come over.

After the car was parked, the old man walked out of the main room.

"Master, what are you practicing today?"

The old man put his hands behind his back and said to him lightly: "Practice the basic skills first, and step forward!"

After Yang Xiaole heard it, she knew it was this.

This thing is the basic skill of practicing kung fu.

But when he was practicing in the space, one of the movements was very similar to Zama step, and it was very difficult.

If he hadn't been drinking well water at that time, he certainly wouldn't have been able to persist.

Then he said with a smile: "Master, I already know that stuff, let me teach you something else!"

Hearing his words, the old man frowned: "It's so ambitious, when you stick for half an hour, you can practice other things."

After finishing speaking, he returned to the main room, took an armchair, and sat at the front entrance.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole shrugged.

Well, it seems impossible not to let you see me, a genius like me!

The legs are parted, and then bent again, the hands are in the posture of holding a watermelon, and the waist is straight, as if sitting on a stool.

The old man was going to correct his posture later!
Seeing his movements, he stood up suspiciously and came to Yang Xiaole's side.

Wandered around in a circle.

Standard, very standard, this posture will cause very little damage to the joints, and has very high requirements on the waist and thighs.

After watching for a while, he asked, "Tell me honestly, do you have a master?"

Yang Xiaole stared at the front and said: "No! You are so funny. If I have a master, I still need to come here to beg you? Isn't this a basic skill? I practiced it when I was exercising."

Hearing this, the old man became suspicious.

Looking at his previous appearance, he didn't have any basic skills at all, probably because he didn't have a master.

Gently nodding.

Returned to the seat.

He wants to see how long this guy can last.

Zama step is a basic skill, if you can do it for more than half an hour, you are considered a master, and if you can do it for an hour, you are considered proficient.

The longer the time, the more powerful it is.

But in terms of training, the longer the better, otherwise it is easy to hurt the body.

10 minutes……

half an hour...

As time went by, after an hour, the old man really couldn't sit still.

He knew the other party's age.

I didn't expect Zama to stick for so long.

The foundation is quite solid.

After looking at his pocket watch, he stood up: "Okay, get up, exercise your muscles and bones, and come with me."

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole got up.

In fact, he can only persist for about 10 minutes, and the rest has to rely on small pills to persist for so long, which is considered cheating.

After stretching my muscles and bones, I followed him to the west wing, which had never been opened.

"Master, how is it? Am I considered a martial arts prodigy?"

asked with a cheeky laugh.

The old man glanced at him and nodded lightly: "He is indeed a genius!"

Then he opened the door and turned on the light.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole followed in, and asked suspiciously: "Master, why do I feel that your words don't sound like a compliment to me?"

After speaking, I looked up the room.

"Huo, Master, everything is quite complete!"

I saw that the grilles of the three houses inside had been removed, a total of about forty square meters.

Half of it is an open space, and the other half has human villages, wooden stakes, and a layer of leather on the outside, and I don't know what it is inside.

There is also a leather sandbag.

There are many stone piers with handles on the ground.

It looks like someone has trained here before as it has deep wear and tear.

After watching him come in, the old man said seriously: "Today I will teach you the basic skills of Liuhe Daqiang, Bajiquan."

After hearing this, Yang Xiaole became suspicious: "Old man, we don't bring bragging. Bajiquan was called a basic skill by you."

You know, since ancient times, Bajiquan has had a very high status in martial arts.

It has always been said: Wen has Tai Chi to secure the world, Wu has Baji to determine the universe.

The old man said it was a basic skill.

The old man was too lazy to talk to him after hearing the words: "Study or not? Don't learn to get out!"

"Hey, learn! Why don't you learn!"

Yang Xiaole walked over with a smile, the basics are the basics, let him go!

After you learn it for a while, you can practice other things.

(End of this chapter)