Yipin Tang

Chapter 90
After Kassan left, Wang Xiang walked around the market for a while. There were a lot of strange things, but he couldn't find anything he liked.

At noon, Wang Xiang found out that the people who came from Huaiyuan Town had someone who brought a cooker, and started to yell without haste, lighting a fire.

"Old yellow mutton noodle soup, six yuan a bowl, more noodles, more soup, more mutton, whoever eats it will know."

Wang Xiang was amused by the yelling. He knew this skinny old man named Lao Huang. They had chatted with him when they were waiting to set off in the town. He didn't expect him to come to the market to sell mutton noodle soup. When asked what goods he brought to the market for exchange, he just smiled mysteriously.

And there are quite a few people who have the same plan as Lao Huang, and Lao Huang mutton noodle soup is just one of them. You can also hear shouts such as Qin Ma wonton, Li's pancakes, etc. There are more than ten different kinds of dishes. The food here is not much worse than the snack alleys in Chang'an City, and some food with local characteristics is not even available in Chang'an.

It happened to be time for dinner, Tie Dan was already hungry, and the market was crowded with crowds. Wang Xiang couldn't go into the warehouse to get things, so he took Tie Dan to Lao Huang's noodle soup stand.

When I came here, I didn't see Lao Huang bringing too many things, but now I saw a big fat sheep hanging in front of his noodle soup stand, which had been slaughtered and washed. In clear water, mutton is being stewed in another pot. The strong aroma of mutton makes people salivate.

When someone ordered mutton noodle soup, Lao Huang picked up a handful of dry noodles and threw them into a clear water pot, then skillfully took out a large porcelain bowl, sprinkled with sesame oil, salt, and green onion, and when the noodles were cooked, scooped up the noodles and poured them into the bowl Fill it with a large bowl, and then take out the crispy mutton from the mutton stew pot, cut a few small pieces and cover it on the surface, and finally pour a large spoonful of mutton soup, a bowl of fragrant mutton The noodle soup is done.

Some people complain that when there is little mutton, Lao Huang will laugh and shout: "The mutton soup is enough, add mutton and add money!"

Tiedan was already drooling, Wang Xiang shook his head with a smile, and said to Lao Huang who was busy, "Two bowls of mutton noodle soup, add the largest portion of mutton."

Lao Huang looked up and saw that it was Wang Xiang, he immediately smiled and said: "Okay, just wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

In Lao Huang's eyes, Wang Xiang was a big businessman from Chang'an City, so he was naturally very enthusiastic.

In the market, there are many merchants from various countries in the Western Regions. Not to mention dry food, even the meals they usually eat at home cannot compare with the delicacies of Datang. The same mutton can always be cooked in the hands of the people of Datang. A variety of different delicacies.The Western Region merchants who come here to do business are not short of a few pennies, so many Western Region merchants gather at food stalls like Lao Huang when the meal comes.

The fat sheep that Lao Huang hung in front of the stall was bought directly from a merchant in the Western Regions, and it cost less than one thousand yuan. If it were in Chang'an, it would be impossible. Thousands of coins, but in the Western Regions, there are many small nomadic countries for a living. Once there are more cattle and sheep, they are worthless.

But this fat sheep made Lao Huang make mutton noodle soup, and it took less than half of the sheep to earn back the money to buy the sheep, and the rest was a net profit.

Wang Xiang couldn't help lamenting that the wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated. Anyone who regards the ancients as a fool would be a fool himself.

There were too many people in the market, so it was impossible for Lao Huang to set up tables and stools for people to sit and eat like the food stalls in later generations. Everyone basically squatted on the ground with bowls to eat noodles.

Doing as the Romans do, Wang Xiang and Tie Dan also squatted next to them and started eating noodles. The mutton noodle soup with the largest portion of mutton costs ten cents a bowl. This amount of money is really nothing to Wang Xiang. Lao Huang’s noodles are very good. , the only unsatisfactory thing is that there is less salt and it is a bit bland. It would be better if you mix it with some chili sauce.

But looking at Zhenghuan Wang Xiang, who was eating iron eggs, he knew that he was too demanding.

While eating noodles, he suddenly saw Wang Xi coming over with a happy face, and shouted at Lao Huang: "A bowl of mutton noodle soup!" Then he squatted beside him, and it seemed that he often went to Lao Huang's place to eat noodles.

"How, is this market not bad?" Wang Xi asked a little ostentatiously.

Wang Xiang nodded and said, "It's true, this market is much more prosperous than the town."

"Of course, our General Wang is smarter, life is much easier for those who follow his brothers."

In the past, the sergeants had to always be on guard against the people from the Western Regions who entered the town, for fear that bandits and thieves would get in among them.Nowadays, it is enough to arrange a small team of soldiers to go to and from the market once a day, and the daily income from helping the common people buy and sell goods and helping foreign merchants to store goods is much more than their salary.

Seeing that Wang Xi seemed very excited, Wang Xiang asked curiously, "What are you trading here today?" He remembered that the sergeants themselves had a cart of goods.

Wang Xi laughed when he heard the question: "A while ago, General Zhang led us to exterminate a group of horse bandits from the Ruoqiang Kingdom, and got a lot of spoils. I handed over [-]% and the remaining [-]% ​​for me to bring back to the market for some cattle and sheep. Reward and reward my brothers.” The cattle he was talking about were not farm cattle but yaks from the Western Regions. Datang’s fasting of beef refers to farm cattle, and yaks have nothing to do with it.

Wang Xiang clicked his tongue secretly. It is impossible for the forbidden army in Chang'an to eat beef and mutton often, but the defenders in a remote town can. No wonder Zhang Kuishan's sergeants all look very powerful.The food and salaries of the frontier army are not much in their hands after being exploited layer by layer. If it is said that the sergeants under Zhang Kuishan cheated and oppressed the people, it is not like that. Wang Xiang can see that the people of Huaiyuan Town treat these sergeants from the bottom of their hearts. How can an army that oppresses and oppresses the people gain the respect of the people?

At this time, Wang Ximing's mutton noodle soup was ready, and he handed over the six-cent coin, Lao Huang quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, I don't have anything to thank for the sergeants who escorted me all the way." In his opinion, if it wasn't for General Zhang established a market here, if it wasn't for these soldiers escorting the people of Huaiyuan Town to and from the market, how could ordinary people like him have such a good business, so he didn't want to take money from Wang Xi at all.

Wang Xi put on a serious face and said, "You want me to go back and suffer the stick."

Zhang Kuishan has set rules for his sergeants, they can't take things from the common people casually, otherwise they will be served with military sticks, and the sergeants are not short of this money.

Lao Huang obviously knew the rules set by Zhang Kuishan. After hesitating for a long time, he took the copper coin handed over by Wang Xi, turned around and fished out the mutton from the mutton stewing pot, cut a few thick slices and put it on Wang Xi's noodle bowl. The thick layer of mutton made Wang Xiang speechless for a while, it seemed that there was more mutton in his bowl of mutton noodle soup for ten cents.

Wang Xi shook his head helplessly and took the noodle bowl. He really couldn't refuse Lao Huang's enthusiasm.

Many things can be seen from a bowl of noodles. Wang Xiang has already made up his mind. It is too wasteful for someone like Zhang Kuishan to stay in Huaiyuan Town as a small border town general. There is a shortage of such talents.

Li Er gave him a privilege, and any character can call him if he needs it along the way.

(End of this chapter)