I didn't walk a few steps along the street of Pingyangfang, and I heard a voice coming over: "An can break the eyebrows and bend the waist to serve the powerful, so that I am not happy?" This is the famous poet of Longguo did, to the effect that he is not willing to bow his waist for the magnates above the temple, and would rather let go of the remains in the mountains, rivers and grasses, and finally the poet was boating in a river, drunk and drunk, and wanted to catch the bright moon reflected in the river water, so he jumped and drowned, such a romantic person, highly respected by many readers in Longguo, that a thousand years out of a person, poetry and literature are the best.

However, due to its age, not many people know about this poet today.

Qin Chuan heard this poem, so he stopped and looked, this is a shop that sells meat sandwich buns, called Qianli Xiang, Qin Chuan and Lao Dao have walked a lot today, thinking of buying some food to cushion their stomachs, so they walked to the store.

"Two guest officers, some meat sandwich buns?" I saw a handsome middle-aged man, his hair was strung with wheat straw at random, but it was not messy. There was a shabby cloth robe around his stomach, and there were already a lot of oil stains on it, presumably because of the business that had been in business for several years, and when he saw the two of them walking in, he asked with a smile.

Qin Chuan pointed to the meat bun on the board and said, "How is this meat bun sold?"

The middle-aged man skillfully picked up the kitchen knife and said: "Pure lean meat sandwich bun, 30 yuan, half-lean and half-fat meat sandwich bun, 25 yuan; if the guest officer's teeth are not good, come to this pure fat meat sandwich bun, only 20 yuan, you can be full and hungry." ”

Qin Chuan saw this old Taoist smiling maliciously beside him, thinking that there must be something wrong, but after looking around, there seemed to be no difference, so he said: "The two of us, then we want two half-fat and half-thin meat sandwich buns." ”

"Okay, objective, wait a minute. I saw that the middle-aged man skillfully picked up the kitchen knife, chopped the half-lean and half-fat pieces of meat, put them into the meat bun, and added a little hot gravy.

Qin Chuan saw that the two meat sandwich buns were ready, so he was about to reach out to take them, but the middle-aged man said, "Guest officer, wait a moment." "Let's take out the scales from under the board!

Qin Chuan was taken aback and asked, "This half-fat and half-lean meat bun, the twenty-five yuan I said earlier, is actually calculated by weight?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said honestly: "Yes, twenty-five dollars is one or two meat buns." ”

Qin Chuan asked puzzledly: "Then why do you still add gravy to it, don't you tell me, the gravy is counted as meat?"

After the middle-aged man weighed it, he added a spoonful of meat juice and said: "Let's only count the weight, but it doesn't matter if the meat is meat or not, the guest officer, look at the scales, six taels of feet, a total of one hundred and fifty yuan." ”

Hearing this, Qin Chuan muttered: "This is a black shop! I can't imagine that there is such a black shop in this Pingyang Fang, and I will report to the official immediately." ”

Hearing what Qin Chuan said about the black shop, the middle-aged man was not angry: "The rent of this Pingyang Fang is expensive, and my shop is at the intersection of the streets, so this meat bun is more expensive than usual, but this taste is also incomparable to other families, if you don't believe it, you will know if you taste it." With that, he handed the meat bun to Qin Chuan.

Lao Dao was still silent next to him, Qin Chuan saw this and took the meat sandwich bun and tasted it, but he didn't feel that it was different from other meat sandwich buns, so he still felt that he was cheated.

The middle-aged man saw Qin Chuan take a bite of the meat bun and immediately said: "The meat bun in our store, once sold, will not be returned." If you think I'm selling it expensive, you can return it to me, but it's all eaten, and it's not appropriate to return it again, right?" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he slashed the kitchen knife on the cutting board, and the threat in it was very obvious.

The shops in Pingyangfang are controlled by several powerful people in Qingzhou City, as long as these shops pay the rent on time and have other things, these magnates can naturally say hello to the temple and settle down, so as long as these shops are not murder and arson, these pits and abduction are ignored by the temple.

This middle-aged man saw that Lao Dao and Qin Chuan were not like rich and noble people in Taoist robes, and looked around Pingyang Fang, obviously not very familiar with this place, so he deduced that these two people were outsiders, and he thought that he would not meet him a second time, so he pitted Qin Chuan, after all, there is a relationship between the shopkeepers, and the temple will not interfere in such a trivial matter.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was so cunning, Qin Chuan looked at Lao Dao again, but Lao Dao turned to look at the pedestrians on the street at this moment, as if he didn't want to meddle in this matter and let Qin Chuan solve it himself.

Qin Chuan, who had just heard this middle-aged man chant the man's verses, must also be a person who reads, so he opened his mouth and said: "The rich and the rich cannot be lewd, the poor and the lowly cannot be moved, and the mighty cannot be bent, I can't imagine that you, a person who reads, would bully me, an unarmed Taoist boy, in this way of being abducted and abducted, and you dare to chant the verses of the immortals, which is really insulting to his name." ”

The poet who chased Shen Yue away before called himself an immortal. It's just that he drowned more than a hundred years ago, and if ordinary people are not familiar with his verses, I am afraid it is difficult to know his name.

The middle-aged man saw Qin Chuan say the name of the immortal, and said happily: "It turns out that you also know the immortal? ”

Qin Chuan replied: "Yes, in terms of poetry and songs, which one is comparable to him?"

At this time, a customer walked towards the store, and the middle-aged man said: "Since you are a fellow believer, then this meal is what I invited you. ”

Qin Chuan asked for silver money from Lao Dao, handed it to the middle-aged man and said, "You are a small business, how can you do a loss-making business, no, I don't care about the others, it's just that if I eat your things, I have to pay you money." ”

The middle-aged man took the silver coin, bowed to Qin Chuan and said, "Thank you, Xiaoyou, you have benefited a lot today." ”

Qin Chuan also returned the salute and said, "You are here for business, so don't do it here!"

Lao Dao, who had been standing next to him and didn't speak, took the meat bun in Qin Chuan's hand, and after a few bites, he disappeared into the crowd with Qin Chuan, leaving the owner of the shop to carefully recall what Qin Chuan said.

Out of the door of the store, Qin Chuan patted his stomach and asked Lao Dao: "This Pingyang Fang, it is really a pit step by step, I can't imagine that there are so many doorways in any shop, but how do I make this trick? This is what I learned from you when I saw you deal with the guards of the state gate before." ”

Lao Dao saw Qin Chuan's face full of pride, and he also said happily: "Yes, now that I know that I have outwitted, I am a little hot." ”

Qin Chuan patted his ass beside him: "No, no, no, you still teach well." ”

......

Qin Chuan and Lao Dao looked at the shops on both sides of the road, looking at the novelty things, Qin Chuan always had to go into the store to take a look, but with his previous experience, Qin Chuan was no longer deceived.

At this time, the road is getting deeper and deeper, and there are more and more people in front of them, and many people stop and gather together, as if they are bargaining.

Qin Chuan asked, "Where is this front, there is such a bustle." ”

Lao Dao pointed to a high-rise building and said: "That is the White Deer Academy in Qingzhou City, where some literati and writers talk about poetry and chanting. ”