Chapter 80 News from the Neighbors
Seeing the deaf old lady speak, Yan Bugui and Jia Zhangshi did not dare to say anything.
After a while, the buns were heated up and everyone started eating.

"Lao He, you are a great chef. Let's not talk about your skill in making mutton offal soup. Let's just talk about the steamed buns made by Zhuzi. They are really good.

One mouthful is full of fragrance, simply amazing. "

"I think so too,

Lao He, I think you should stop selling cakes for your mutton soup and just pair it with steamed buns. I think the business will still be good."

Hearing the flattery from Yan Bugui and Xu Fugui, He Daqing looked at the picky deaf old lady again.
"Old lady, do you think it's okay to pair steamed buns with mutton offal soup?"

Seeing He Daqing asking for her opinion, the deaf old lady thought for a moment and then nodded.
"I think,

Flour is hard to come by now. The two or three hundred kilograms of flour in my house won't last long.

Selling buns saves more food than selling sesame cakes.

Otherwise, when the white flour is used up at home, there will be only one fried tripe, and the guests will definitely feel that it is missing a bite. "

"Okay, then I'll sell buns."

The meal filled the stomachs of all the neighbors who stayed in the courtyard.
Putting down his bowl and chopsticks, Yan Bugui greeted He Yuzhu with a smile on his face while picking his teeth.
"Hurry up, pillars,

Let's go to the front yard and practice calligraphy for a while, and then come back and make some bread and buns when your father is ready."

Seeing Yan Bugui bringing up the matter, He Yuzhu did not try to be modest with him. If he took it seriously, he would have wasted his lunch.
"Uncle Cheng Yan, I will learn calligraphy from you today."

I have to say that Yan Bugui's calligraphy, which he has been doing since he was a child, is really good.
It looks much better than the calligraphy of some later calligraphers.

He Yuzhu also started to learn from him seriously.

Soon it was afternoon, and He Daqing had almost finished making his second pot of mutton offal soup and steamed buns.

The father and son each carried a load and went out to the Drum Tower.

The Drum Tower is located in the center of the Nanluoguxiang and Yandaixie Street area. When He Yuzhu and his son arrived here with their loads on their shoulders, they saw that the neighbors nearby had already set up many food stalls.
Like Uncle Gui who sells fried tripe, Uncle Ma who sells fresh meat wontons, Brother Li who sells noodles with stewed sauce, and the neighbors who sell bean juice, fried dough sticks, and spicy tofu.

When these people saw He Daqing coming over with his load on his shoulder, they all greeted him.

"Hey, Master He is here today too!"

"Hello, Master He."

"Master He, I just heard yesterday that Fengze Garden was closed, but I didn't expect you to open the stall today."

……

Hearing the neighbors greeting them, He Daqing and his son responded with a smile while carrying their loads to Uncle Gui's side.

"Master Gui, I'm here to steal your business!"

As a chef in a restaurant, Uncle Gui is the one who knows He Daqing's skills best among the neighbors. Hearing what he said, he couldn't help but smile and cup his hands.

"Master He, you are joking.

I would love for you to set up your stall next to me.

If I learn a few tricks by then, the benefits will be much better than making a few cents."

Hearing this, He Daqing also smiled and bowed.

"Master, your cooking skills are not bad. I don't have anything worth learning from you.

Learn from each other, learn from each other. "

...After the two exchanged greetings, He Yuzhu also said hello.
"Hello, Uncle Gui."

"Zhu Zi is here too. I heard from your teacher Yan a while ago that Manager Luan asked you to work in the kitchen. Your uncle hasn't congratulated you yet."

"Hehe, I still have a lot to learn. Thank you, Uncle Gui."

As the father and son prepared the food on their stove, they chatted with the neighbors like Uncle Gui.

What He Daqing is most concerned about now is naturally whether the business here in Gulou is good.

When he asked this question, Gui Shu smiled.

"To be honest with you, Master He, ever since those local rich people outside the city fled to the city for refuge, our business in Gulou is now not much worse than that in Dongzhimen.
Whether it is morning or evening, there are always a lot of customers coming here to eat.

The amount I earn every day now is not much less than when I worked in the restaurant.

It’s just like going to the market.”

Uncle Gui is also a chef in a restaurant. Although his salary is not as high as He Daqing's in Fengze Garden, he can still live comfortably.

Hearing him say that he earned as much as working in a restaurant, He Daqing was all smiles.

"That's a good feeling,
Our Fengze Garden has closed recently, and I am worried that business will be bad and I will have to live off my savings in the future.
Since business is so good, I can rest assured.

By the way, Master Gui, I have been staying in Fengze Garden for a while now. I know that many people from the countryside have fled to the city to seek refuge.

How many people came here? How come they boosted the business in Gulou?"

When He Daqing asked this, Uncle Gui smiled and introduced it.
"Compared to the population of our Beiping City, there aren't that many people seeking refuge in the city, but those who can afford to do so are all wealthy!"

"What do you mean?"

“Those who can seek refuge in the city are all wealthy and powerful local tycoons from the countryside.

Master He, you also know that
In September, not long after the autumn harvest, news of the war outside the Great Wall began to spread in our Peking.

Everyone originally thought that with more than one million troops on both sides, it would take at least a year or two to determine the winner.
As expected, in just over two months, Jiuxia was defeated cleanly and neatly.

Actually, this is nothing.
Even when we first started recruiting people to prepare for the battle last month, everything was fine.

After all, the Eighth Master had just won such a great victory outside the Great Wall, and he would have to rest for several months before he could fight again.
The battle in the Xuzhou-Bengbu area in the south has just started not long ago, so it is impossible to determine the winner in a short period of time.

The local rich are actually not in a hurry at all.

But who can think of it?

It's only been a few days, and the army outside the Great Wall has marched into the Great Wall. Not only our Beiping officials, but even the local rich people outside the city were frightened.
Many people were afraid of being caught by the Eighth Master on the opposite side, so they packed up their things and ran to the city to seek refuge overnight.

He had nothing but some gold and silver jewelry on him, not even anything to eat.
Do you think our business can be bad? "

When He Daqing heard what was going on, he put his mind at ease.
I started thinking that if I could really make money today, I would go to Li Licai early tomorrow morning to get some more sheep organs and make more money.

At this time, He Yuzhu was asking about the whereabouts of the grain in the local rich man's house.
"Uncle Gui,
These days, the bulk of the landlords' wealth is land and grain, so it seems they don't have much money!

We don't know when the battle in Peking will end.
Are they just going to eat up all the food in the city without ever thinking about transporting food from the countryside to the city to sell?"

Seeing He Yuzhu asking this, Uncle Gui smiled mysteriously, then looked around before continuing,
"Zhu Zi, you have hit the nail on the head.
Do you know the ghost market in Peking?"

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