I am bound by the sect

Chapter 22 Ask for directions, grocery store, find Da Mao!
"Big hair?" The passer-by who answered Fang Ming was a rough and bold man. After looking Fang Ming up and down, he asked, "Little brother, you are from another place, are you here to find someone in Jueming Town?" , this Cassia Town is so big, no matter its real name or nickname, there should be quite a few people named Da Mao."

"Forgive me for being reckless, may I ask brother, where is the noodle shop that sells Yangchun noodles in Jueming Town, can you tell me?" Fang Ming smiled wryly and continued.

"You're asking the right person. There were three Yangchun noodle restaurants in the town. To tell you the truth, I used to like Yangchun noodles very much, that is, the Yangchun noodle restaurant at the south end of the town. Their Yangchun noodle soup The taste is fresh, light and refreshing, the noodles are tough and smooth, the sea rice is soft and delicious, and the scallion oil is full of fragrance. Every time I go, I have to eat three bowls. It is very enjoyable. The owner of this noodle shop is Yangchun Noodles is an old man over [-] years old. For some reason, his noodle shop was transferred to someone else a few days ago, and now it has become a grocery store. I can no longer eat delicious Yangchun Noodles. I'm sorry, I've talked too much, I'll tell you the locations of these three Yangchun noodle restaurants, and you can follow this path." When the rough man said Yangchun noodles, he touched his big belly and showed his face The reminiscences, but the burly man patiently explained the route to Fang Ming.

"Thank you, brother, for showing me the way." Fang Ming said gratefully.

Fang Ming knew the locations of the three Yangchun noodle restaurants, but he only went to the Yangchun noodle restaurant opened by the old man. That noodle restaurant was probably the noodle restaurant of Grandpa Mao, but now it has become a grocery store, so he should be able to ask some questions there. Da Mao's clue.

When I came to the door of this grocery store, I saw through the door that except for a middle-aged man, who was lying on the counter and taking a nap, there was no customer in sight. The business was very cold, and many items were covered with dust, like It's been a long time since no one came to buy it, and no one took care of it.

When Fang Ming walked into the grocery store, he immediately alarmed the man who was dozing on the counter. The man wiped his sweater, came to Fang Ming, and asked with a smile, "Guest officer, what do you want to buy?"

"May I ask the old man who opened the noodle shop here, do you know where he is now?" Fang Ming asked, cupping his hands.

"So you didn't come here for shopping. You disturbed my sweet dreams. I don't know what you're talking about, old man." The man knew that Fang Ming wasn't here for shopping. After saying a blunt sentence, he turned his head and walked behind the counter, and continued to fall asleep on the counter.

There is not a saying in the business field that there is no benevolence and righteousness in business.

No wonder the business of this shop is not bad.

Fang Ming didn't care about the man's tone at all, walked to the counter, took out three liang of silver, and put it on the counter.

The man was awakened again. When he saw the silver, he looked like a wild dog that hadn't eaten for a long time. His eyes lit up, and he quickly put away the silver. He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Just tell me what you want, the little one." You go get it."

"I don't want to buy anything. Just tell me where the old man who originally opened the noodle shop here is." Fang Ming said calmly.

"The guest officer paid the money but didn't buy anything. I really feel sorry for the little one. How about this? I know where the old man is. I will take the guest officer to his house in person." The man said with a smile.

"Is it convenient for you?"

"Of course, guest officer, come with me."

Fang Ming followed the man and left the grocery store. The business was not good anyway. After locking the door of the store, he led Fang Ming the way. Soon, the two came to a house. The house was not big, and the walls were very low. A few dilapidated houses.

"This is the old man's residence." The man pointed at the house and said.

"Thank you very much." Fang Minggong said with cupped hands.

"The villain will take his leave." The man cupped his hands and left.

The house is not too big, and it looks a bit dilapidated. One can tell that the people living in this house are not too rich. Fang Ming stepped forward and knocked on the mottled courtyard door. Yes, the person who opened the door was a dark-faced young man about the same age as Fang Ming, with a pair of round eyes staring straight at Fang Ming.

"You are, Fang Ming!" The dark-faced young man was Da Mao. After carefully identifying the person in front of him, he was sure that it was Fang Ming, and he opened his mouth in surprise.

"Finally found you, Da Mao, long time no see." Fang Ming said with a slight smile.

"It's really you. Why is your appearance and temperament different from the original one? If I don't look carefully, it's really hard for me to recognize you. Look at me and talk, come with me quickly." Da Mao After looking at Fang Ming again, he said excitedly.

"Big Mao, are there any guests?" An old figure walked out of the house, saw Fang Ming, and greeted Fang Ming with a smile.

"Grandpa, this is my good brother who worked with me in Qing Lingzong. His name is Fang Ming." Da Mao took the initiative to introduce Fang Ming to the old man.

"Mr. Fang is very handsome, much more handsome than that stinky boy like Da Mao. Hurry up and take a rest in the house. By the way, it's almost time for lunch. You can eat at our house. This old man is making Yangchun noodles at noon today. How about you?" Don't be disgusted." The old man welcomed Fang Ming and said.

"Grandpa, what did you say? Your Yangchun noodles are famous far and wide. Nowadays, many people can't eat the Yangchun noodles you made by yourself. In the Qing Lingzong, the younger generation also heard from Da Mao that your Yangchun noodles are delicious. , It’s a must, the younger generation has long wanted to taste it, and now it seems that the wish is about to come true.” Fang Ming said respectfully, anyway, he was just about to taste the Yangchun noodles of Grandpa Mao.

"Hey, don't worry, other old people don't dare to say, this Yangchun noodles are definitely delicious, and they are enough." The old man smiled, rolled up his sleeves and turned to the kitchen.

Fang Ming followed Da Mao into the house, Da Mao poured tea for Fang Ming himself, and the two began to talk.

"Fang Ming, to be honest, after I left Qing Lingzong and returned to Jueming Town, I originally ran a noodle restaurant with my grandfather, but within a few days, my grandfather fell ill. To cure my grandfather's illness, a huge amount of money will be needed. Silver, I had to transfer our Yangchun noodle restaurant. The Yangchun noodle restaurant is my real estate, and the money from the sale is used to treat my grandfather. I can’t give you even if you come all the way I'm really sorry that you arranged work in the noodle shop." Da Mao still cared about what Fang Ming said before, and explained with an apologetic expression.

"Da Mao, you are not sorry for me. I am still staying in Qingling Sect. I just came here to do some errands and see how you are doing. Since grandpa is sick, you sold the property to treat him. You did a good job. By the way, how is grandpa's condition now?" Fang Ming saw that Grandpa Mao's hands and feet were very nimble just now, but he didn't expect that the old man had already experienced a serious illness. Fang Ming was also very concerned about Grandpa Mao's condition. asked.

(End of this chapter)