Chapter 059: The Lively Morning Market

Liu Mingyuan was stunned, he didn't expect his sister-in-law to ask him to help find a faΓ§ade, but his sister-in-law was good to herself, she was in need, and she should run errands by herself.

"Okay, sister-in-law, don't worry, I'll help you take a look if I'm fine, and let my friends help inquire, and I'll tell you as soon as I have a letter."

Liu Mingyuan responded very happily.

Xu Ying cast a grateful look at him, Liu Mingyuan sat up straight, and felt that he had strength again, he was not useless, no, his sister-in-law had asked him for help.

In fact, Xu Ying didn't need Liu Mingyuan to help her, she saw that Liu Mingyuan was in a bad state, and she was afraid that he would think more, find him something to do, and keep him busy, in this case, he wouldn't want to do so much.

After this matter was decided, Xu Ying was also at ease, at least her family supported her. With the support of her family, she is confident that she will do well.

This night, Liu Mingda and Xu Ying were extremely entangled, Xu Ying was much more active and enthusiastic than before, she let go of her body and mind, and Liu Mingda merged with the water, and became one.

After a night of lingering, the consequence was that when Xu Ying got up the next day, he felt some pain all over his body.

But she still got up very quickly, after washing, she didn't go to the kitchen to make breakfast, it was still very early, she planned to go to the morning market to see what was sold in the morning market, to understand the market.

It's only five o'clock in the morning, but it's already dawn.

The plan of the day lies in the morning, the air in the morning is fresh, Xu Ying took a few breaths, felt that the fatigue disappeared, and the mood was relaxed.

But this comfort only lasted until the morning market.

The morning market is full of people, no less than the people in the commercial city.

When there are many people, the air is mixed, and all kinds of smells are mixed together, which looks very unpleasant.

But Xu Ying doesn't care, the morning market is like this, if it's very clean and fresh, it's not normal.

Xu Ying watched slowly, listening to all kinds of shouts, watching the people on the side of the road pick and bargain.

The most roadside stalls are still selling meat and vegetables.

The meat sellers all hung banners of freshly killed pork.

The meat sellers are all five big and three thick men, carrying butcher knives, constantly cutting and chopping bones.

In addition, there are several daughters-in-law who weigh and collect money.

The vegetable seller shouted all kinds of shouts.

Nowadays, the variety of dishes is relatively simple.

Xu Ying looked to both sides, and there were piles of beans on the ground.

This bean is a specialty of Heibei, and some are called a little red, that is, the beans have red on their bodies, so they are called a little red.

Some are called purple beans, and the beans are not white flowers, but purple flowers, so they are called purple beans, and some are called a tree, as for why they are called a tree, Xu Ying does not know.

Although these beans are different in length, they are basically wide and thick, and they should be stewed and eaten.

The other is eggplant.

The eggplant here is different from the Central Plains.

In the Central Plains, most of them are green-skinned eggplants, which grow very thick. Round.

The eggplant here is purple-skinned and green, long and slender.

Potatoes are also piled in heaps.

There are normal, red-skinned, doughy, crispy, yellow, white, depending on what variety you need.

There are also cucumbers.

The cucumber here is called dry cucumber, which is not at all the same as the cucumber that Xu Ying ate at her mother's house.

The color is different and it is shorter.

Xu Ying looked at it for a long time and didn't find her mother's kind of cucumber, it seems that there is a difference.

In addition to these, there are also those who sell sauerkraut and cabbage, as well as chili peppers and so on.

The current Chinese cabbage has not yet grown, and it is still green, which is considered early cabbage.

Looking at these vegetables, Xu Ying's heart is very happy, people can't live without eating, and eating comfortably is also a kind of enjoyment.

Xu Ying looked at the grain seller again.

In front of the grain seller are sacks containing all kinds of grain.

There are more rice, and there are several kinds of light rice, long-grained, round-grained, some white, and some yellow.

Noodles are also available, but not very many.

The color of the flour is somewhat blackened, not as white as the flour of later times. It should also look thicker.

In addition, there are millet, cornmeal, large ballast, red beans, black beans, etc.

Although the variety is not as complete as it was later, it is not less.

Xu Ying continued to look at others after reading it.

There are also those who sell clothes, basically one piece by piece, and some are five cents.

The clothes are all outdated, or tail goods, and there is only one left, and it is taken here to deal with.

Not to mention, there are a lot of purchases, after all, they are cheap.

There are people who are greedy for cheap time.

There are also those who sell shoes.

Sell baskets, baskets, pots and pans, and pots and pans.

Xu Ying looked at the pot chops made of sorghum stalks and touched them involuntarily, it's so good, such things are rare in later generations.

Xu Ying also asked about the price, but she was told that this is not called a pot steak, but a curtain.

Xu Ying smiled, each place has its own dialect. There are many ways to call the same thing. This is a local custom, and it doesn't have to be serious.

After reading this, Xu Ying didn't move forward, because there were a lot of food sellers in this area.

Xu Ying watched from house to house.

There are those who sell steamed buns.

There are those who sell soy milk fritters.

There are those who sell tofu brain cakes.

There are those who sell mutton soup and burn it.

There are those who sell noodles, and there are those who sell leek boxes and cornmeal flatbreads.

There's a lot of tricks.

It smells good.

Xu Ying looked at all kinds of snacks, what to eat?

Forget about the mutton soup, first, she is afraid that it will not be clean, and second, she drank dog broth yesterday, and she is afraid that she will make up for it by drinking mutton soup again.

Xu Ying didn't want to eat steamed buns, and she was always a little uneasy about eating other people's steamed buns.

Tofu brain is ok.

But Xu Ying looked at the marinade selling tofu brain, and she shook her head.

The one in the brain of the mixed tofu here is called marinade, and the Central Plains is called Hu spicy soup.

But there are many ingredients in the spicy soup, and the method is different from here, even if you drink it alone, it is very delicious, and the marinade here makes people lose their appetite at a glance.

Let's eat soy milk and fritters.

"A bowl of soy milk, two fritters."

Xu Ying said to the stall owner, and then went into the shed to find a place to sit down.

The shed is very simple, with a few long simple wooden tables and a lot of stools scattered around.

There were a lot of people eating inside, and Xu Ying also found a stool after looking for it.

The table in front of you may have been used for a long time, it looks very shabby, and some places are broken, and the table top is also oily, which makes people uncomfortable to look at.

But when he came out to eat, Xu Ying had already thought of this, so he didn't particularly care about it.

"A bowl of pulp, two fruits are coming, be careful, don't spill it."

The service staff carried an iron teapot filled with boiled soybean milk, came over and poured a bowl for Xu Ying, and then sandwiched two fritters and put them on the plate in front of Xu Ying.

Xu Ying still likes to call this thing a fritter, but Heibei likes to call it a big fruit.

Xu Ying looked at the fritters in front of him, the fritters looked very thin and shriveled. The heat of the frying is also a bit big.

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But the snow still wants to ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket for next month, after it is put on the shelves, the guaranteed double change, thirty votes will add a change, and the family will add more, dear, if you want the snow to break out, just keep the ticket and smash it. :》It's strange how other authors use symbols.,Why can't I?,Super stupid.。