The daily life of the bandits in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 51
He had this question in the villa that time.

In the early Tang Dynasty, there was no roasted tea. What they drank was boiled tea in water and some messy things in it. Chu Yang couldn't drink it.

"Zheng Bing, share some of my Yunhai Xiuya with my uncle."

"Good village owner."

Zheng Jide was very excited when he heard that part of the trip could be divided, and he was even more determined that he would definitely make a lot of money by following Chu Yang.

When Zheng Bing brought him tea, he knew it was time to leave.

"Villager, I'll take my leave first, you take care of Guanyin!" Zheng Jide got up and bowed slightly like Chu Yang.

Chu Yang nodded slightly: "See you tomorrow, Uncle Clan."

"Okay, take my leave." Zheng Jide cupped his hands to Chu Yang.

Chu Yang returned the gift with a smile: "Zheng Bing, send off the clan uncle for me."

"Yes"

After Zheng Bing and Zheng Jide left, Chu Yang took Zheng Guanyin back to his bedroom. He asked Zheng Guanyin to sit in front of the bronze mirror, and quietly dressed and powdered her.

In the evening, they will take a tour of Chang'an and enjoy the brightly lit night scene.

At this time, Zhao Quan walked to Chu Yang's gate and stood sideways.

"Village Master, the only person arrested is Chang Sun Chong, who has not yet been picked up. The total income is 1 taels of gold. The accommodation of Yanyun Eighteen Riders has also been arranged."

Zhao Quanlai didn't knock on the door, but talked about the matter directly. He knew that Chu Yang and Zheng Guanyin were inside, and he didn't want to disturb them. This was why Chu Yang valued Zhao Quan.

Chu Yang stopped dressing his hands, and thought for a while: "Forget it, let him go, after all, he is Wugou's nephew."

"Good village owner."

After Zhao Quan left, Chu Yang sighed. The elder Sun Chong was taken to visit brothels at the age of eight or nine, which would definitely affect his development. Li Zhi must not be allowed to marry him.

In summer, the days are long and the nights are short. In the evening, the clouds are like fire, and the air is warm like a steamer.

The folk customs of the Tang Dynasty are open, women wear light and cool clothes, and there are many imaginative people on the streets.

Chu Yang and Zheng Guanyin interlocked their fingers, strolling on the stone street, admiring the charm of Chang'an beauties to their heart's content.

On both sides of the street, there are many small vendors selling various things.

"My lord, buy a convenient pounding bowl for the servants at home. It is very useful for pounding garlic and crushing ginger." An old man greeted Chu Yang.

"What kind of wood is your pounding bowl made of?" Chu Yang picked it up and looked at this strange pounding bowl.

"If you come back to Young Master, it's Baimu." The old man bowed slightly.

"It's done delicately. It's just that the pounding stick is a little longer, but it's thick and easy to handle." Chu Yang held the pounding stick and pounded it in the pounding bowl.

He thought that there was a lack of a pounding bowl at home, especially for pounding garlic, so that the garlic would be fragrant. Eating small noodles with a spoonful of garlic would whet the appetite.

"My lord, there is an explanation for the size of this pound stick." The old man looked serious.

"Oh?" Chu Yang looked puzzled: "Isn't this just a wooden stick, can there be an explanation?"

"It's natural." The old man took the pound stick and explained it to Chu Yang: "This pound stick is six inches and nine minutes long, representing the winds of Liutong and nine states. Look at it again, young master. The head of the pound is round and the tail is square. It means that the sky is round and the earth is round, and the diameter of this pound stick is one inch three minutes six centimeters and five centimeters, which echoes the 360 ​​five days a year."

"Young master, please look again. This pounding bowl has a big, round belly and hollow inside, which is a metaphor for broad-mindedness and tolerance. The mouth of this bowl is narrow and smooth, which is exactly in line with the pounding stick. Yes, this bowl base supports the bowl body, which symbolizes being down-to-earth, so that the foundation can be stabilized."

Hearing the old man's words, Chu Yang whispered secretly: "Old man, you are really a natural marketing talent. A pounding bowl and a pounding stick can make you talk so much."

"Haha, I made you laugh, but there's nothing to say about this design. With this kind of thin mouth bowl, garlic paste won't splash out, no matter how you pound it, it's fine, you see"

As the old man said, he put a few cloves of garlic in, and after a while of fiddling, he took a bowl, and the garlic paste slowly flowed out through the mouth of the bowl.

"Young master, look, isn't it smashed into pieces?"

Chu Yang glanced at the mashed garlic in the bowl, it was delicate and juicy.

"Okay, buy one, old man, you are really not easy."

"Thank you son for your reward, ten taels of silver." The old man smiled.

"What?" Chu Yang was surprised when he heard the ten taels of silver.

"Young master gets rich, ten taels." The old man still had a smile on his face.

Chu Yang looked at the old man carefully. This old man must not be simple, and he must be taken under his command.

Besides, he wasn't the one who took advantage of it. A pounding bowl was praised so much by the old man. After all, it was a small thing to pound, but the skills of this boasting were comparable to his.

The old man is indeed wise. He doesn’t just say this set of words when he sees people, but only when he sees some rich scholars. Many scholars pursue a connotation. If everything in the house has a saying, it means that it is very meaningful. Conservation.

"Mr., if you agree to give me a pounding bowl, you are agreeing to my request. How about I sell all of these for you?" Chu Yang waved his hand towards the booth, and his long sleeves brushed past the pounding bowl. .

"What if you can't sell them all?" the old man smiled slightly.

sold out?

How is it possible, he has forty or fifty here!

"If I can't sell them all, I'll buy them all. If I sell them..."

"It's sold out. I'll give you the bowl in your hand, and I'm agreeing to a reasonable request." The old man took Chu Yang's words.

"Agreed?"

"It's a deal." The old man stepped aside, stretched out his hand to Chu Yang, and made a request.

Chu Yang smiled slightly, helped Zheng Guanyin aside, and conjured up a stool for her to sit on.

Then he came to the booth and bought magic props in the system supermarket.

When the machine burst into flames.

Immediately there was a loud shout, and the fire was bright, and then it was sprayed five times in a row, and the light flickered in the crowd, attracting a large group of people around at once.

Everyone was watching the excitement, and after a while, they all gathered around.

"Everyone, this is a Tai Chi pounding bowl. The seasonings pounded out of this bowl are delicious and delicious." Chu Yang explained to the watching people.

After he finished speaking, he bowed and took out a bowl of cold noodles from under the stall, then picked up a pounding bowl, added green onion, ginger and garlic into it, pounded it quickly, and poured it on the cold noodles.

After stirring, it was packed in a small disposable paper bowl. At this time, the fragrance overflowed and made people's throat wriggle.

"Everyone, dare to try it." Chu Yang pointed at the cold noodles.

"I'll do it." A strong man came out and started to eat.

"Yeah, it's delicious."

After the big man ate a few mouthfuls, he was about to serve it again, but was stopped by Chu Yang. Under Chu Yang's guidance, he bought a pound bowl with 20 taels of silver, but added a packet of MSG to him.

With the beginning, it will naturally go smoothly.

After they are sold out, Chu Yang and the old man will each have half.450 taels of silver per person.

"My lord is indeed not a mortal." The old man looked at Chu Yang with a smile.

"The old man is not just a seller of pounding bowls." Chu Yang was calm and natural.

"Old Yuan Tiangang." The old man cupped his hands to Chu Yang.

Chu Yang was a little surprised when he heard that it was Yuan Tiangang: "Chu Yang."

　Units of length, feet, inches, minutes, centimeters, hoes.In the Tang Dynasty, 1 foot = 30.7 centimeters, and now 1 foot = 33.3 centimeters. In our books, 1 foot = 33.3 centimeters, 3 inches = 10 centimeters, and 3 points = 1 centimeter.If you have a master, you can replace the data in this chapter with centimeters.

　　
　
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