A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

As an old man who has worked in many industries, Shen An was considered successful in his previous life. While I was used to seeing the ghosts in people's hearts, I also learned a lot of things.

The next day he demonstrated one of his skills, using the eloquence of a salesman to successfully follow a caravan.

Along the way, he heard that there were rebellions in some places, but he was immediately recruited.

"You're being punished for committing murder and arson!"

…

When Shen An was carrying Guoguo on his back and looking at the Suzaku Gate in front of him, some tender grass was already sprouting on the ground.

"This is Bianliang, the Tokyo city of the Song Dynasty?"

Guoguo shouted: "Brother, Tokyo City!"

There were countless prosperous images in Shen An's mind, and he said happily: "Let's go to the city."

"Entering the city!"

Guoguo cheered on his back.

Carrying Guoguo on his back, he asked all the way until he found his cousin's house, and then...

"I don't know anyone from the Shen family in Xiongzhou, you are here to lie..."

Cold face, cold words.

Shen An stood in front of Guoguo, then leaned over to cover her ears, and said with a hearty smile: "Sorry for disturbing you."

Bang!

There was the sound of a door closing behind me.

No one knows whether Shen Bian was martyred for his country or captured. Some even said that he surrendered to the enemy.

Seeing the faces of this relative, Shen An knew that the name Shen Bian had become a stinking shit, and even relatives could not avoid it.

He walked out of the alley with Guoguo in his arms, and then explained: "Guoguo, they are not relatives of our family."

Guoguo snorted, hugged his neck and said, "Brother, I can walk by myself."

She felt sorry for her brother, and said this very carefully. Shen An couldn't help but kiss her and said with a smile: "Brother is very strong and can hold you all the way."

Shen An was wandering on the street with Guoguo in his arms. When he saw that renting a house cost at least three thousand yuan a month and there was only one room, he felt that he might have underestimated the house price in Bianliang.

But he still gritted his teeth and rented one.

The landlord also lives here, a friendly middle-aged couple.

He refused the landlord's offer to help him find a job and wandered around Bianliang City with Guoguo.

"Brother, beautiful!"

Guoguo is very satisfied with this new environment and temporarily forgets about Xiongzhou.

Shen An was observing, and then went back to find a blacksmith.

The landlord couple always like to look at Shen An's house in the wing on the left while eating.

Uh-huh!

Shen An bought a big iron pot, which almost used up all his money.

As the fragrance filled the air, Guoguoyi leaned by the door and shouted, "Brother, it smells so good."

Shen An, who was cooking, raised his head and smiled at her: "Don't fall, we will eat later."

Guoguo said happily: "Okay."

She held her fingers in her mouth and watched Shen An cooking with a spatula...

…

There is a night market in Bianliang City next to Zhouqiao, which is probably the most prosperous night market.

Zhouqiao crosses the Bianhe River, with restaurants and brothels on the left and right, making it dazzlingly prosperous.

On the bridge near Kaifeng Fuyamen, there is an extra stall today.

The stall is very simple, with a chopping board, a stove, and a pot.

Behind was a small chair and table, where Guoguo sat peacefully.

Shen An kneaded dough on the chopping board.

He broke the dough into small pieces and rolled them out with a wooden stick.

The wooden basin on the side is full of stuffing.

Add the egg skin to the vermicelli and mix with the seasoning.

After making them into big dumplings, Shen An put these things in a pile one by one in the iron pot.

Light a fire and water it with a teapot.

Not water, but chicken soup that had been simmered for a long time.

Zhi...

The iron pot made a sound.

Shen Shen looked at the iron pot quietly, but the fragrance gradually spread out.

He started to turn over the pot stickers.

Yes, this is Guotie, Shen An’s favorite.

There must be egg skin, it must be fire made from wood...

Both sides of the pot stickers turned golden brown, and the fragrance gradually spread.

"Brother, I want to eat."

Guo Guo stood up from behind, stumbled over and hugged Shen An's thigh, looking at the pot stickers in the pot with salivation.

Shen An scooped up a potsticker with a shovel, put it in a small bowl, and put it on the small table behind for Guoguo.

"Pot stickers, smell them."

Shen An just shouted, and then began to scoop up the cooked pot stickers and put them on the wooden plate beside him.

"How much?"

"A penny each!"

"What? Nowadays, eggs cost a penny for two, and you sell something that you don't know what it tastes like for a penny each?"

A man who came to inquire about the price angrily wanted to tear down Shen An's stall.

Shen An was a little unsure, but still said based on the price experience gained in the past two days: "Today it is one penny, and tomorrow it will cost three pennies and two."

The man looked at Shen An in shock, and then cursed: "Are you made of copper?"

Is it really too expensive?

Shen An felt even more guilty, but pretended to be calm and said, "I'll give you a taste. It's free of charge."

Guoguo looked at the man nervously.

The man snorted coldly, then picked up a potsticker, which was burned, and switched hands to hold it.

He took a bite of the pot sticker and grinned from the heat, but refused to stop.

Guoguo looked at him, a little transfixed.

The man ate one pot sticker in one go, then looked at Shen An, who looked indifferent, and said with some embarrassment: "Give me twenty!"

Shen An said reservedly: "Sorry, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net there are thirty here, but..." He pointed behind the man.

The man turned around, and there were already many people behind him, all of whom were glaring at him.

If you have the ability, please take a look!

The fragrance fills the air...

In the end, the man only got five, and then he squatted on the edge and ate hungrily.

The weather is still cold and the steam from the pot stickers is rising.

The fragrance continues to spread.

"what's that?"

"fried dumpling."

"Is it delicious?"

Shen An pointed to the man beside him: "See for yourself."

The man is like the reincarnation of a gluttonous man. He eats one potsticker for two mouths, eating heartily and a little selflessly.

"I'll take two!"

"I'll give you five!"

"..."

Shen An was busy making pot stickers, while Guo Guo sat obediently in the back, eating in small bites, and then drank carefully from her own small water cup.

"Come ten!"

"I've got it all covered!"

In the steaming heat, Shen An looked at these enthusiastic guests happily, feeling for the first time that this era was really good.

As the night deepened, there were more and more people on the street, and Shen An's stall was tightly blocked.

"No more! Sold out today!"

Shen An shook the empty flour bag, and the waiting diners dispersed in anger, some even yelled and cursed.

This is the power of good food!

Shen An closed the stall without using the stove. Just now he saw someone occupying the stall with a stove, so he followed suit.

He carried the stall with one end and his sister with the other, and said happily: "Guoguo, let's go home."

Guoguo was a little sleepy. She opened her eyes and murmured: "Go home."