"Well, is it renting here?" Feng Xuedi carried a tattered package, and it seemed that this was Ah Xing's imagination of his belongings. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I opened the package and looked at it, it was good, there were always more than ten or twenty yuan.

This is not an ironic statement, but it is a lot of money at this time.

In this era, an ordinary worker's monthly income ranges from seven to ten yuan (referring to silver dollars), and a floor in the French Concession is only 16 yuan, if a person's monthly income can reach 20 yuan, and the family income is 50 yuan, it is more than well-off, if you can have a monthly income of 100 yuan, then you are already middle class.

In contrast, the income of literati in this era is very high, take Lu Xun as an example, his monthly income is as much as 420 yuan, which is still the situation that some of his works must be released by changing vests frequently (converted, Lu Xun's monthly income is about equivalent to more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan now).

It's no wonder that Taizu didn't like literati back then, after all, Taizu only had eight yuan a month to read the library, and at that time, Hu Shi, who had just come back from gilding and hadn't worked in Peking University for a long time, had a monthly salary of 240 yuan, which was 30 times worse, and Hu Shi's salary was still paid regularly every month, while Lord Taizu was often owed wages, according to his memoirs, he worked for more than half a year, and only had three months' salary......

Well, these can't be said more, and if you talk too much, you have to be harmonious, in short, Ah Xing seems to be more generous than the academy, and at least gave him ten oceans.

"What? You rent? Before the hair grows, you ran out to rent a room?" Feng Xue's coarse words in front of her were naturally the little dragon girl who had the name of the Condor Heroes in this world! I don't know what others think, anyway, after Feng Xue saw her, she couldn't look directly at the name of Xiaolongnu anymore, you are not as good as Xiaolongnu! At least the Xiaolongbao is still cute!

"Well, my family has suffered a disaster, but fortunately, my skills are good, and I want to come to Shanghai to eat. Feng Xue put on a humble expression, this is a compulsory course for every traverser, as a traverser, I don't ask you to drag the Kuba to the sky, but at least in terms of performance, you must be more proficient than ordinary actors, at least cry when you say you cry, laugh when you laugh is a must, let your tears come down from the middle, you are not allowed to flow from both sides.

This is not an exaggeration, but the basic survival skills of the time-traveler, you know, a reasonable excuse is a necessary means to integrate into the plot characters, therefore, no time-traveler is, or at least once a performance artist who can compete for the title of actor/queen (the reason why I say "ever" is because some time-travelers will begin to be superstitious about power after their strength is improved, and no longer borrow power through performance, but break the game with force, although it can't be said that it is wrong, but the performance of this homework will be unfamiliar).

"Craftsmanship, you little guy with fine skin and tender meat, you don't even have a cocoon on your hands, what will you do?"

[It can't be a young master running away from home, right?] The charter lady glared at Feng Xue twice, only to feel that the more she looked at it, the more she looked like it.

"No, the ancestor is the imperial chef from the palace, whether it is Chinese food or foreign food. Feng Xue rubbed her hands and made a philistine look.

"Cook, you little arms and legs, can you move the spoon?" the charter wife became more and more suspicious, but Feng Xue's superb acting skills confused him, if it was really a rich man who ran away from home, he shouldn't have such a slippery posture, right?

"I don't know if there is a kitchen here, I can show you my hands, if you think it's good, please find me a suitable shop for a restaurant." ”

"Try your craft?" the charter lady roared, and between the beeps in her ears, she saw a rather upright-looking man come out of the small shop next to him with a lewd face, it seems that he is the breakfast shop owner who used Gorou gossip sticks in the original book, fried ghost (fried ghost is the meaning of fried dough sticks, and the meaning of the nickname is close to "old fritters"), well, this nickname is still the same as Xia Mi.

I saw him nod and ask, "Chartered wife, what's wrong?"

"This kid is new here, saying that his ancestor has been a royal chef, and your guy will borrow him for use!" The charter lady didn't ask the opinion of the fried ghost at all, and she didn't need to ask anyone's opinion in the entire pig cage city!

"......" The fried ghost looked Feng Xue up and down, and finally didn't see a reason, just nodded in agreement, and then pulled Feng Xue to his breakfast shop.

It's just past noon, and there is no one in the breakfast shop, the fried ghost pointed to a cauldron, and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm a breakfast shop, and I'll only be in vain, not so many guys, little brother can make do with it!"

Feng Xue smiled and nodded, sure enough, there was only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname, although I wasn't sure if Feng Xue was really capable, but the fried ghost didn't have the slightest slack, knowing that he was pretending to be a grandson, but he wouldn't have any disgust.

"In that case, let's make a fried dragon whisker. Feng Xue rolled up her sleeves and cleaned her hands before she walked to the board and took out the flour and began to mix the noodles.

Although there is leftover dough for fried ghosts on the table, it is used to make fried dough sticks, and it is not suitable for making noodles at all.

Seeing Feng Xue start to make peace, the faces of the fried ghost and the charter wife suddenly improved, because they saw the shadow of the same kind from Feng Xue's movements.

That's right, Feng Xue is just making peace with her fists.

Although it is not as good as Tai Chi's round turn, Feng Xue, who has reached the point of turning strength (of course, for the traverser, turning strength is not valuable), can also use Baji Boxing to use soft strength.

The dough was forming at an incredible speed, obviously without adding materials such as plant ash and alkaline noodles, but it appeared to be full of toughness, and under Feng Xue's corrugated qigong shock, the dough quickly turned into a fineness that can only be achieved by 20 buckles of ramen.

"Borrow your oil pot for use. Feng Xue cut off a piece of flour and twisted it into a twisted shape and put it in the pot, and before it was completely soaked, she picked up the colander and shook it vigorously.

This shake is a combination of rigidity and softness, which not only shakes off the excess oil, but also does not hurt the fragile face. The eyes of the charter woman who had withdrawn from the rivers and lakes for more than ten years lit up, and she couldn't wait to go up directly and try her skills with Feng Xue.

Finally, sprinkled with a little fine salt, Feng Xue handed the crispy fried dragon whiskers that were full of burnt aroma to the charter wife.

"Taste it. ”

The charter lady was not polite, and she stuffed the snack into her mouth.

Although the material is only flour, and the seasoning is only a little salty, the taste of this crispy fried dragon whisker is better than some, and the thin noodles that keep making a clicking sound in the mouth seem to be endless, and every bite has a new fragrance spreading, the more you chew, the more you chew, the more you chew, the more flavorful, when the charter woman reacted, she found that Feng Xue had been waiting for more than five minutes.

"The kid is good, but since he has kung fu, then he must say it first, I am not allowed to expose my martial arts in this place, otherwise I will move out immediately! As for the rent, the store next to it will be given to you, and the monthly rent is six yuan, okay?"