After following all kinds of carriages and horses into Shang Qingfang, the noise instantly filled Mu Fan's ears. Connecting the city gate in front of me is a wide bluestone street, and the stone slabs have become bright and reflective after millions of frictions by pedestrians, and they are more beautiful than the most expensive marble bricks in the world. That kind of brilliance that has been precipitated over the years can never be imitated by machinery.

On the bluestone street, pedestrians gather in twos and threes, walking back and forth. From time to time, people come in and out of various shops on both sides of the street, the shouting of hawkers, and the laughter of tourists. Just looking at this lively scene, it can't be equated with the ghost town in Mu Fan's imagination, except for the relatively single color of pedestrians' clothing and the light and silent walking, this is Chang'an Avenue during the National Day.

Mu Fan, who was walking on the side of the street, looked at this and that. He was sure that what he had experienced in less than an hour would have been unimaginable to many people in their lifetime.

"The host has successfully entered Shangqing Fang, which belongs to the sixth district of Xudu, the current location is Luxiang City, the mission progress is 1/3, now please ask the host to find the pastry cooking skills you want to learn. The system prompt suddenly sounded in Mu Fan's mind, "There are twenty-three hours and eight minutes left in the mission time (Xudu time)." ”

"Hey, I forgot about business in a daze. Mu Fan patted his head and looked around. Most of the shops as far as the eye can see are small businesses such as handicrafts and miscellaneous goods, and there are no restaurants and teahouses. And the sky in Xudu is very fucked, there is no sun, since Mu Fan arrived, he has not noticed any changes in the sky, it has always been gray.

So Mu Fan doesn't know what time it is now, and he can't tell the morning and afternoon, and he can't tell when it's the meal.

If you want to learn how to cook pastries, you must first find a place to sell pastries. Before looking for a place to sell pastries, Mu Fan had to determine what the value of fifty gold was in the sixth district of the capital.

Thinking so in his heart, Mu Fan didn't stop at his feet, and happened to see a small shop diagonally opposite, and there was a diamond-shaped plaque hanging under the eaves outside the door, with two big characters written on it, 'rice noodles'.

The best way to find out whether a city's consumption level is high is to judge by the price of basic ingredients. The basic ingredient is nothing more than rice and pasta oil, and Mu Fan decided to go to this rice and noodle shop to explore the capital in his hand.

Passing through the crowd to the opposite shop, a man wearing a dark blue robe and a square hat greeted him and asked with a smile on his face, "May I ask what the guest officer needs?" ”

Mu Fan nodded slightly and looked fixedly. The shop is not very large, flanked by knee-high wooden tables filled with open milky cloth bags filled with all sorts of rice and flour.

"What kind of rice do ordinary people eat?" Mu Fan was not good at the type of rice, so he asked directly.

"That's Indica. The shopkeeper pointed sideways to the outermost two bags of rice and said, "This bag is early indica rice, this bag is late indica rice, I don't know which one the guest wants?"

"Is there any difference?" asked Mu Fan.

"Early Indica rice is fragile in texture and less sticky. Late indica rice has more hard plasmids and is more oily, and the quality is better than that of early indica rice. The shopkeeper carefully explained, "Of course, the price of late Indica rice is slightly higher than that of early Indica. ”

Mu Fan nodded, and grabbed a handful of cheaper early indica rice. If you look closely, these so-called cheap rice are pinkish-white in color, with short grains of width and thickness, but they are almost the same size. When you hold it up closer, you can smell it gently, with a hint of the unique rice aroma of rice.

Mu Fan raised his eyebrows, although his cooking skills were extremely poor, and he didn't know much about ingredients. But he is also a person who has worked in a four-star hotel, and usually under the pressure of the lobby manager, he will also take people to help the kitchen carry rice and vegetables. Judging from the appearance and smell alone, these so-called early indica rice are definitely stronger than those high-quality rice in restaurants.

"The system is really good, the ingredients of Xudu are indeed not comparable to the world. Mu Fan muttered in his heart, put down the rice, clapped his hands and asked, "Boss, how can you sell this early indica rice?"

"The price is fair, three hundred taels per stone. The shopkeeper replied with a smile.

"Three hundred taels of gold?" Mu Fan was shocked.

"Gold, of course. The shopkeeper nodded.

Mu Fan hurriedly calculated that each stone should be about sixty kilograms during the Three Kingdoms, and the asking price was three hundred taels, and each kilogram was five taels of gold. In the human world, low-quality rice is about five yuan a kilogram. In this way, one tael of gold is almost equivalent to one yuan of RMB.

"Uncle's system, the initial capital you gave to Lao Tzu is only one hundred yuan!" Mu Fan rolled over with 10,000 *** in his heart. Let's just say that the system is not so kind, and it gives so much gold when it comes up, and the feelings are only a hundred yuan. At this time, recalling the coachman's reaction when he saw the gold ingot, it was very understandable. In their eyes, the gold ingots in Mu Fan's package are not much different from the steel hammers in the world, but they are just change.

Mu Fan held his forehead, the fare of fifty yuan, the driver really didn't ask for much. But then with fifty yuan, how can he break through in this Shang Qing Fang. Not to mention learning pastry cooking, I'm afraid he can't afford to eat a slightly higher grade pastry.

"Guest officer, don't look at my small shop, but it is famous for its high quality and low price in this 100-mile radius, and it never sells rice. The shopkeeper looked at Mu Fan and said, "If you want a large quantity, the price can be discounted." ”

"Well, I'll take a look. Mu Fan made a perfunctory sound and stepped out of the rice noodle shop. Although he couldn't afford it, Mu Fan thought of a key question, if he bought ingredients in Yudu, how would he bring them back to the world?

Before Mu Fan could ask, the system showed the answer.

The ingredients and kitchen utensils obtained by the host in the capital can be stored in the system warehouse and taken out after returning to the world. The warehouse comes with a recognition function, which will provide the most perfect storage environment for ingredients and kitchenware, and there will be absolutely no damage. In addition, without destroying the taste, the ingredients are transformed into edible ingredients in the world.

Immediately afterwards, a picture appeared in front of Mu Fan's eyes, similar to many browser games, and the warehouses displayed were individual storage compartments, but at this time the storage compartments were empty.

"You stingy guy will give Lao Tzu a hundred yuan, I can't even afford the cheapest rice in half a stone, give me a big warehouse to have a fart, store your sister in it." Mu Fan couldn't help but curse, and walked forward to take care of himself.

Originally, with gold in hand, Mu Fan had some confidence, no matter what city he was in, as long as he had money in his pocket, everything would be easy to do. But now that he knew that he only had fifty yuan, Mu Fan was a little anxious. As the saying goes, people are poor and short-minded, and they can't mix without money.

After walking forward for about ten minutes, there was a sudden smell of vegetables. Mu Fan stopped, sniffled and looked up. More than ten meters in front of it, a three-story small building appeared, and the plaque hung high read three big characters 'Taste Building'.