Datang New Giants

Chapter 98
Xue Yang left, Yu Wenying also left, Yin Shiju didn't bother to look for Zhang Lang again, and took a few guards to ride on Xinma on Chang'an Street.

Hunting is impossible, it’s too early to drink flower wine, just want to buy something, the markets in East and West haven’t opened yet, Yin Shiju doesn’t want to go back to practice martial arts, he just relaxes, the guard sees his young master’s face is somber, he knows he’s in a bad mood, so he’s careful follow behind.

After walking for a while, Yin Shiju, who was riding on his horse, felt a strange light on the side of the road. He couldn't help but rein in his horse, and pointed in the direction: "There's something strange here, let's see what it is."

A guard named Zhang Xiaowu responded, quickly got off his horse, walked towards the direction Yin Shiju was pointing, and quickly said with surprise, "Young master is really lucky. He also picked up a piece of gold cake when he was passing by on horseback."

After finishing speaking, he handed a piece of golden cake to Yin Shiju with both hands.

gold cake?

Yin Shiju was a little curious and took a look. It was really a gold cake about one or two weights. The color was not bad.

Ordinary people would be very happy if they picked up the gold cake, but Yin Shiju's expression didn't change, nor did he smile halfway.

There is a sister who is in charge of the harem, and there are rewards from the palace every now and then. In order to please Concubine Yin De, many people lined up to give gifts to the Yin family. The prince sent someone to send a generous gift the day before yesterday. I really don't pay attention to it.

Zhang Xiaowu is a smart person. Seeing that Yin Shiju was not happy, he immediately said: "Young master is indeed worthy of being a nobleman. He can pick up gold cakes while walking. The little one looks at the ground every day. He can't even pick up a copper coin all year round. If you are a little If you are lucky enough to have a son in ten thousand, then the ancestral grave is really smoked."

"Get out, you are a farm slave, and you want to be compared with me." Yin Jiaju scolded with a smile.

He wanted to reward the guard, but after hearing his words, Yin Shiju decided to keep it for himself. The money is not much, but this luck is his own, so keep it.

Just now he was in a bad mood, and Yin Shiju felt that he was an unlucky person, but after picking up the gold cake, he felt that he was quite lucky, and his mood became cheerful again.

Well, although I can't be a martial arts master, but I have a noble status, power, and money, are you afraid that I won't be able to recruit martial arts masters to work for me? The old saying is true, those who work hard rule others, and those who work hard rule People, what are you afraid of.

As he was walking, he came to Changshoufang unconsciously. Yin Shiju suddenly smelled a thick oily fragrance. Following the fragrance, he saw an old man frying glutinous rice noodles in a small remote gatehouse at the entrance of the square (similar to that of later generations. fried dough sticks), the aroma of sesame oil and the aroma of fried Sanzi are mixed together, and the smell is drooling.

Yin Shiju was just the age of a glutton, so he got off his horse without saying a word, and walked to the fried sanzi stand, ready to buy a few yuan, and while eating, he rode slowly for a stroll, how nice.

There were only four people in front of the stall, a pair of Jason, a middle-aged man with a saber dressed like a knight-errant, and a young woman, all waiting for the old man who set up the stall to get the sanzi out of the frying pan.

As soon as Yin Shiju approached the stall, he felt a wave of heat rushing towards him, and the chill on his body was gone, so he couldn't help but took a step back.

If it is splashed with oil, it will burn you.

Just as I was about to open my mouth to eat all the glutinous rice in the oil pan, I saw the woman standing in front of me said "Ah" and turned her body suddenly to the left. Maybe the bun was not tightly coiled, and the silver hairpin inserted in it suddenly flicked. Come out, plop, and fall into the frying pan.

"Why do you child reject the slave's house, ah, the silver hairpin of the slave's house." The little woman looked at the tumbling oil pan and stamped her feet anxiously.

It can be seen from the plain dress of the young woman that the silver hairpin is very important to her.

It was only after a push by a child that the little woman threw the hairpin into the oil pan.

The old man patted the naughty grandson's ass hard, and then quickly apologized: "I'm really sorry, my grandson is naughty, and the old man taught him a lesson."

The old man who set up the stall said with a cold face, "This is a good pot of oil, and a hairpin fell into it. How can I sell this sanzi to customers? No, you have to pay for it."

"How much do you want to pay?" The old man was startled and asked worriedly.

"Such a big pot of oil, plus Sanzi, will cost at least ten dollars. I can pour this oil for you." The old man said with a bit of heartache.

"Little lady, the dog just pushed you and didn't throw the hairpin into the frying pan. Although it was wrong, it wasn't all wrong. The little lady should pay half of the money."

The little woman became anxious all of a sudden, and put her hands on her hips and cursed: "You are an old and disrespectful farmer's slave. It would be good if you don't let you pay for the hairpin, but you still have to pay for it? Don't dream, Zhang Wuhou from Wuhou shop It’s my cousin, do you want to ask him to uphold justice, quickly fish out the hairpins, and if you boil it for a long time, it might be spoiled, it’s a token of love from the lord to my slave.”

Hearing this, the old man became anxious, and hurriedly used his chopsticks to pick up the silver needle. He didn't know whether it was because the oil was a little messy or the silver hairpin was not easy to hold, but he failed to hold it up several times. Yin Shiju shook his head and was ready to leave.

It's not interesting at all, all the hairpins fell into the oil pan and got dirty, and those sanzi were given away for free, so I didn't eat them.

Just when Yin Shiju was about to leave, the middle-aged man who had been silent all this time suddenly said, "Isn't it just a hairpin and a pot of oil? The Chinese New Year is just to celebrate. I am so old, what have you forced me to do? Don't worry, old man, it's a small matter, I'll take care of it."

Are you really a nosy person?

Suddenly, Yin Shiju's eyes were as big as a bull's eye, and his eyeballs almost fell out: the middle-aged man rolled up his right sleeve in public, made a random gesture with his right hand, and then plunged his hand into the boiling oil pan , Xinshou picked up the silver hairpin with two fingers.

That's right, it's a steep hand.

When he rolled up his sleeves, he thought that he was going to hold him with chopsticks, but he didn't think he was putting his hand into the boiling oil pan. What's abnormal, I can't even afford a bubble.

"Are you a god?" The old man who set up the stall was obviously shocked, his eyes were staring, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.

The little woman was also shocked, she covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes were wide open, and the middle-aged man handed the silver hairpin to her eyes but didn't take it.

"Yeah, why is it okay for uncle to stick his hand into the frying pan, isn't it hot?" the little dog asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Don't talk nonsense, uncle is an immortal, and only immortals can do it." The old man finished speaking with a look of shock, and immediately knelt down on his knees and kowtowed: "Please bless the immortal."

While helping the old man up, the middle-aged man denied: "Old man misunderstood, I am just a wandering, flesh-and-blood homeless person, not some fairy elder, as for my hands are not afraid of heat, it is because I have practiced martial arts since I was a child, please quickly get up." .”

The old man who set up the stall said in surprise: "It turned out to be a ranger with high martial arts skills. The old man has opened his eyes now. This child is also an unintentional mistake. How can the ranger pay for the oil and sanzi? Just pick up the oil and decorate it, the old man You can still eat it yourself.”

"That's right," the old man said hastily, "Even if you pay for it, you're still a little old man. How can you let the ranger spend money?"

"It's not easy for an old man to set up a stall in the cold weather, and it's not easy for an old man to bring a little grandson. How can you suffer? Isn't it the Chinese New Year? Just treat me as an elder and give money to the children. That's it. Give me face." The middle-aged man said while groping around his waist.

After touching it a few times, the middle-aged man's expression became a little weird, and he said to himself: "It's strange, there is obviously a gold cake left, why can't I find it, could it be that he was sleepy and gave it away?"

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