Eat in Song Dynasty

Chapter 11
Now that Zhou Fu Yin has been in office for less than a year, although there has been no rumors of anger or grievances, after all, no one under the emperor's feet is as bold, but there is no good reputation.

There has never been a rigid customization of subsidies, and they are all dealt with according to the circumstances of the disaster. It really depends on whether the parents and officials are considerate.

The former Mr. Bao came from a humble background but was a clean and honest official. Everything that involved the common people was treated as his own, but now this Mr. Fu Yin also came from a humble family, but his official status is not a bit worse than the previous one. .

After a long silence, knowing that nothing had changed, Wen Shu whispered, "It's getting late, I'm going to cook, what would daddy want to eat?"

Wen Tai was still worrying about this matter, hearing the words, he only said: "You can figure it out, just keep it simple."

Wen Shu nodded, turned around and left, but halfway there, she heard her father's voice behind her, "By the way, is there still a lot of meat left in the kitchen at noon?"

"Father wants to eat meat tonight?" Wen Shu turned around suspiciously.

Wen Tai shook his head, hesitantly said: "You make the remaining meat into crispy red meat, and I will send it to everyone in Zhao later."

"Master Zhao? Why are you going to his house?" Wen Shu was stunned.

Wen Taihua pulled the iron sheet on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "Go borrow an ax and a plane."

Wen Shu looked at the iron plate on the ground and understood: "Dad wants to borrow something and make things by himself?"

Wen Tai nodded: "I originally planned to spend money to ask the blacksmith to help install the wooden handle of the guy, but now the subsidy is so much less, I thought about it, I went to Mr. Zhao to borrow tools, and I made it at home. It can save money. Some are some."

Zhao Da is a carpenter who lives at the end of the alley. He opened a small shop on Qianjie Street, selling tables, chairs and benches for daily use. No matter how serious it is, as long as it is sent to him, some money will always be collected.

In contrast, Wen Tai is much more generous. Because he is also a carpenter, repairing tables and chairs is a familiar job for him. He can also do simple tables, chairs and furniture. He will answer those who come to the door if he can, and he will not charge a penny.

Because of this matter, Zhao Da felt that Wen Tai had robbed him of his business, and he liked to slap him with words whenever he met him. Wen Tai didn't care about him, but he didn't like to be with him either, and he seldom interacted with him on weekdays.

Now I want to borrow tools from him.
This is throwing your own face on the ground, stepping on it.

Thinking of this, Wen Shu felt sore in her heart. After a while, she heard her whisper: "Well, I'll do it now, and send it with Dad later."

"No need." Wen Tai waved his hand, "I'll just send it myself, lest Mrs. Zhao see you and pull you to ask if you have anything."

Zhao Da's wife is a well-known matchmaker. Apart from being a matchmaker, her favorite thing is to gossip. Every time she sees Wen Shu, she likes to pull her to say something. Don't pick and choose and marry. and so on.

Wen Shu is most afraid of this kind of person, so every time she sees her, she will take a detour, but this time, even if she doesn't like to listen to her nagging, she has to go with her.

"Let her talk if she likes to talk, and she won't lose a piece of meat." After finishing speaking, she quickly walked into the kitchen and started to eat.

At night, the lights outside were bright, and the smell of meat came from Wen's kitchen.

Wen Shu put the cooked red crispy meat into a porcelain bowl, and put a plate on top to prevent leaves, dust and other dirt from falling into the road, and then put their own rice in the pot to warm it up. Only then did she take off her apron, and said to her father, "Father, let's go."

Wen Tai was sitting under the eaves thinking about something at this time, nodded when he heard the words, got up and took a lit yellow paper lantern from the corridor, stepped out of the courtyard gate with Wen Shu, and walked towards the end of the alley.

The night was dark, there was no starlight in the dark sky, the cold wind was blowing in the deep alley, and there was a slight burnt smell from the ruined walls on both sides.

Wen Shu looked at her father's serious and tense face under the flickering candlelight, and couldn't help laughing and joking, "Father doesn't look like he's going to borrow something, but rather like going to the execution ground. If you don't want to, let's go back and return it now." Come on time."

Wen Tai paused, and said bitterly: "Going, it's just to save face, there's nothing you can't let go of."

If the blacksmith was to help with that set of furniture, the whole set would cost a few hundred dollars. He and Zhao Dajiang didn't have any deep hatred, but a few soft words, there is nothing to lose face.

Wen Shu burst out laughing, "But Dad looks like he's going to borrow something, but rather to fight."

Hearing this, Wen Tai also seemed to realize that his expression was too serious, so he pulled the corners of his mouth and showed an unnatural smile, "Do you think this is feasible?"

Wen Shu took a serious look, then nodded immediately: "That's right, it looks much more friendly than before."

Father Wen didn't want to laugh at first, but after she said this, the nervousness disappeared a lot, and he really smiled at the moment.

This Wen Shu has made up her mind to be obedient later on, and let her say all the soft words. She is young, and it is nothing to say a few soft words in a gag. Anyway, she can't make her father feel bad comfortable.

There is no curfew in the city of Tokyo, and it is really lively at night, such as Zhouzhou Bridge and Maxing Street area, it is really brightly illuminated, with colorful buildings facing each other, and embroidered lights beckoning each other.

Although the north of the city is a bit remote, it is not as lively as those places, but in this atmosphere, even in the cold winter night, there are many people walking on the street. The father and daughter did not go to the street, but followed the alley to the third courtyard at the end Then stopped.

The door of Zhao's courtyard was not closed tightly at this time, and the Zhao family inside could clearly see that they were setting meals from the gap in the half-closed wooden door.

Wen Tai coughed uncomfortably, and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, but was preempted by Wen Shu at the side.

"Tuk Tuk."

Following the knock on the door, there was her calling voice: "Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao."

Zhao Da and his mother-in-law Zhang Niangzi inside heard the sound, stopped their movements and looked towards the gate of the courtyard.

It's just that the night was dark, and it was hard to see clearly from the inside out. Mrs. Zhang looked at the freshly steamed meat on the table, and without raising her head, she told the eldest son on the side, "Da Lang, go and see who's here."

Zhao Dalang was sixteen or seventeen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Hearing this, he reluctantly glanced at his second brother who was buried in meat.

Mrs. Zhao knew what he was thinking, and immediately took two chopsticks of meat and put it into his bowl, Zhao Dalang's expression softened a little, and he got up and went to the courtyard.

Wen Shu had already thought up his words when the footsteps approached, and immediately changed his smiling face, gave a slight blessing to Zhao Dalang, and called, "I met Brother Zhao, did you eat before?"

Zhao Dalang didn't expect it to be their father and daughter, he was startled for a moment, and after a while, he said: "It's about to be used, Uncle Wen and Sister Wen are here...?"

"This is the red crispy meat that my family just made. Give a bowl to my brother to taste. I wonder if Aunt Zhao and Uncle Zhao are here?"

While they were talking, Zhao Da and Mrs. Zhao inside the house heard the voices coming from the courtyard door, and already understood who the visitor was. In fact, the surname Wen was rare in their area.

Surprised expressions flashed by, the husband and wife looked at each other, dropped the chopsticks, and walked outside the house.

(End of this chapter)