A small peasant girl

Chapter 114 Different Government Officials

"You little boy, seeing how young you are, you are quite good at doing business." The head of the yamen servant stood behind and watched for a while. It's a pity that Wenzi is a girl. If she was a boy, she would be able to serve the court when she grows up.

"Then I have to talk about the ugliness first. If your tofu nao is not delicious, don't cry and make a scene, lest everyone think that we have bullied a little kid, and it is shameless." The tall and short yamen servants saw After my little leader made a speech, he also said a few amusing words.

Most of the yamen servants were also born in Kuhaha, but the county master is a double-faced man, he said with a smile on his face that he was working for the common people's welfare, but he didn't know how much money he was greedy in private, and even dared to withhold a lot of money allocated by the court. There is no way to care about the booth fee of ten Wen silver coins.

"Don't worry, senior officials, if my tofu nao is not tasty, I will give you a lot of money from this stall. If the official servants think my tofu nao tastes good, please help me to yell and take care of it." This is our small business." Wenzi has confidence in her own tofu brain, but if the government servant in front of her is a villain who oppresses the people, Wenzi can only consider herself unlucky, who is just a civil servant, and she is just a daughter of a poor family.

"Then what are you waiting for, serve four bowls for us to taste." Another yamen servant was very moved by Wenzi's words, so he urged Wenzi to talk less and do more, so as not to waste everyone's time.

"Yes, yes, I will pack it right away." Wenzi picked up the porcelain bowls that Liu Kangtu had washed with clean water, filled the bowls with tofu brains, and handed them over one by one, not forgetting to say: "Brother Guancha, my family Tofu Nao has sugar water in it, if your drink is not sweet enough, you can add some sugar water."

"This is no problem." The short and fat yamen servant took the bowl, took a sip, and the speed increased by N times in an instant, and he drank it in two sips, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the people around him.

"I said fat, is it good?" The tall and thin yamen servant saw that the bowl of the short and fat yamen servant was empty, and said with a little doubt in his belly: no matter how delicious it is, it can compare with braised pork.

"Little boy, each person is serving a bowl." After the head of the yamen servant finished drinking, his eyes paused for a few seconds, and his mouth repeatedly lingered on the sweet and delicious tofu nao, as if the braised pork that he had eaten in Weiweizhai before was nothing more than the bowl in front of him Tofu brain.

"Understood, I'll serve it right away." Wenzi warmly greeted the guests in front of her, and being recognized for her dedication is also a joyful thing, "Add a lot of sugar water, I wish you a happy life for the yamen servants, Sweet as sugar water."

"Head, look at this girl's small mouth is quite sweet, and she can listen very well when she speaks." Everyone likes to listen to nice words of blessing, and the yamen servants are also human. Although they only charge booth fees at present, they can meet At the critical moment, they were the ones who risked their lives to rush to the field.

Liu Kangtu went to the yamen to get a household registration book before, and he met one of the yamen servants. He had a good impression, but he still reserved some small opinions on people who eat public meals.

After drinking two bowls of tofu nao, people with big bellies couldn't eat it anymore. On the one hand, they thought the tofu nao was delicious, so they agreed to use the tofu nao to pay for the stall fees of Wenzi and Liu Kangtu.

"Count it, fourteen Wen silver coins." The head of the yamen servant put down the bowl in his hand, took out 24 Wen silver coins from his body, counted fourteen silver coins and handed them to Wen Zi, and the remaining ten silver coins were given to the staff in charge of keeping the booth fee , I am afraid that my subordinates will not say with a serious face: "Don't talk too much nonsense, you must accept it."

(End of this chapter)