At the end of the Northern Song Dynasty as a god stick

() Wen Fei didn't say much, he got some water to soak his own needles, and let others see that they were still as smooth as new, shining like silver.All those peasants who had never seen the world were stunned.At this time, the needles are all made of iron, dark and dark, and their appearance is incomparable.

Therefore, although I don't know the price of the needles at this time, a penny a piece is still very attractive, and I sold all the dozens of bags of needles that I brought with me.Coupled with some other gadgets, the harvest is even more than the last time I sold buckets and pots.

Wen Fei approached Chen Niwan's house with a hippie smile. Today, many people came to inquire about the water bucket, and they all said that the plastic water bucket sold by his family a few days ago was quite easy to use, strong and light.I wonder if Chen Niwan is so angry?

Chen Niwan was repairing water barrels at the door of his dilapidated shed. He not only made new wooden barrels to sell, but also helped people repair old wooden barrels, replacing rotten wood chips and so on.Seeing Wen Fei approaching, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

But Ge Erlang couldn't stay idle, took the opportunity to be lazy, and said with a smile: "Taoist, you can do it. You can get so many good things every time... Where did you buy it? How about making a fortune with the deed?"

Wen Fei could only smile wryly, he really didn't know what to say about this kind of thing.Fortunately, hearing Ge Erlang's words, Chen Niwan's complexion immediately darkened, and he scolded: "Work hard, don't just think about crooked ways all day long..."

Wen Fei quickly took out a bottle of Moutai: "Uncle Chen, I'll buy you a drink!"

Just as Chen Niwan was about to refuse, Wen Fei quickly opened the bottle, and a scent of wine wafted in all directions.Chen Niwan's nose twitched twice, and with a thud in his throat, he swallowed back the words of refusal.

"It smells so good!" Ge Erlang exclaimed, "What kind of wine is this? How can it be so fragrant?"

Wen Fei chuckled, he bought a black pottery jug, poured Moutai into it, and threw the bottle away.Otherwise, it would not be so good for others to recognize what is written on it.

"Chang Geng, go buy some side dishes!" Chen Niwan ordered.

When Ge Erlang heard this, his face turned into tears.Fortunately, Wen Fei had eyesight, and hurriedly grabbed a handful of copper coins, which was worth dozens of coins.Ge Erlang accepted it unceremoniously, and went out happily this time.

"Sit!" Probably because of the soft-mouthed relationship, Chen Niwan finally asked Wen Fei to sit down, and Wen Fei was so moved that tears almost filled his eyes.Nima, am I easy for this word?

"That kid Chang Geng has a kind heart. It's just that I, as a master, drink too much wine. I earn a penny but drink two pennies of wine. It makes this day a bit sad. Chang Geng's child manages the money, so he has grown up." Such a petty and cheap character. Don't be offended!"

Wen Fei was immediately flattered: "Where can it be? Where can it be?" He thought to himself that Bai Yuchan took advantage of me, what an honor it is...

"You are his master, why don't you teach him how to hoop the bucket?" Wen Fei asked intentionally.

Chen Niwan looked at Wen Fei meaningfully: "Don't you know?"

Wen Fei suddenly became a little embarrassed: "I didn't know it at first, but I knew it when I saw you save someone last time!"

Seeing Wen Fei's sincerity, Chen Niwan was a little surprised: "Didn't Wang Zhiming send you here?"

Wen Fei shook his head greatly, and asked in confusion: "Who is Wang Zhiming? I don't know! I only remembered who you are after watching you use Fushui to squeeze mud pills to treat people. So...hehe..." Wen Fei Fei was a little embarrassed.

Just at this moment, Ge Erlang bought some cooked food like stewed meat, and the delicious smell wafted in: "Hey, I'll buy two catties of beef today to satisfy my hunger!"

Wen Fei suddenly turned pale in shock: "I can't eat beef!"

It wasn't that Wen Fei was afraid of mad cow disease or something like that, but that when he was drinking and chatting with that fat man Zhang Yu, that fat man Zhang Yu talked about some things about the Northern Song Dynasty along Su Dongpo's.From eating pork in Su Dongpo to wanting to eat beef in the Northern Song Dynasty, it is almost like wanting to eat chicken during the modern bird flu. It is quite difficult.Cattle are the most important production tools at this time, and they are all used to pull carts on the plowed land, so they are the most precious.It is not allowed to kill cattle at all, at most, cattle that have died of illness, old age, etc., can be killed for meat.So I want to be like in Water Margin, I ran into the hotel and yelled loudly: "Xiaoer, cut me two catties of good beef..." It must be impossible to eat!

Last time Wen Fei bought a chicken and a leg of lamb, but he didn't see any beef sellers after wandering around for a long time. After asking around, he found out.

There are no chemical additives these days, so you don't have to worry about any mess in these braised pork deli.It is very reassuring to eat.

Ge Erlang didn't seem to know whether it was because he didn't like meat, or Wen Fei didn't feel bad about spending his money, and all he bought was meat.Stewed beef, chicken feet in sauce, lamb liver, made three or four dishes, all of which are full of weight, all wrapped in lotus leaves, real green food.

Wen Fei was greedy, but seeing Ge Erlang's eating, he didn't dare to snatch it.On the other hand, Chen Niwan only drank, rarely moved his chopsticks, and praised from time to time: "Good wine, good wine. Except that the wine is a little stronger, everything else is very good. But it is better if the wine is stronger, but it saves a lot of wine. !"

Ge Erlang interjected: "My master's drinking is for the forum!"

Wen Fei followed his gaze, and saw a row of clay wine jars piled up in the corner, which looked very rough, and it seemed that there could not be any good wine inside.

Wen Fei suddenly remembered that today he saw someone selling wine with picks, all of which were packed in big wooden barrels.It looks like it's in bulk, the color of the wine is cloudy, half yellow but not black.A bowl costs five cents!

At that time, Wen Fei bought a bowl and drank it with the intention of investigating the market, and almost spit it out.Nima, this isn't wine, it's clearly vinegar!

Moreover, there are a lot of distiller's dregs mixed in the wine, so the wine is very thick, like porridge.No wonder drinking in ancient times was not called drinking, but eating wine.It's like Fu said that he just brought some low-grade liquor over here, and seeing such a pure and transparent liquor at this time, it can already be called Yuye Qiongjiang!

"If you always like it, I will often bring you wine in the future!" Wen Fei nodded and bowed, very much like an interpreter in front of the Taijun.

Chen Niwan squinted at Wen Fei and said, "No need, I can't help you!"

When Wen Fei heard this, he was overjoyed.At any rate, he can be regarded as a salesman who has done marketing, and he can completely defend himself against bullets when he has a thick skin.As soon as I heard Chen Niwan's words, I could tell that his refusal was not as decisive as the first time, and his tone softened.