Xue Yang left, Yuwenying also left, and Yin Shiju didn't bother to go to Zhang Lang again, and took a few guards to ride on the letter horse on Chang'an Street.

The hunt can't be done, it's still early to drink flower wine, I just want to buy something, the east and west markets haven't opened yet, Yin Shiju doesn't want to go back to practice martial arts, so he just relaxes, and the guards see their son's calm face, knowing that he is in a bad mood, and carefully follow behind.

After walking for a while, Yin Shiju, who was riding on the horse, felt a strange light on the side of the road, couldn't help but restrain his horse and pointed in the direction: "Where is a little strange, look what it is." ”

A guard named Zhang Xiaowu answered, hurriedly turned over and dismounted, walked in the direction pointed by Yin Shiju, and quickly said with a look of surprise: "Childe is really lucky, he also picked up a piece of gold cake on horseback." ”

After speaking, he handed a piece of golden cake-like thing to Yin Shiju with both hands.

Gold cake?

Yin Shiju was a little curious and took a look, it was really, a gold cake of about one or two weights, the color was not bad, it was a good red gold, and there was a heavy feeling in his hand.

If ordinary people picked up the gold cake, they would definitely be very happy, but Yin Shiju's face did not change, and his smile did not change.

There is a sister in charge of the harem, and there are rewards in the palace every three or five days, many people line up to give gifts to the Yin Mansion in order to please Concubine Yin De, and the day before yesterday, the prince also sent someone to send a generous gift, this small piece of gold cake Yin Shiju really doesn't put it in his eyes.

Zhang Xiaowu is a good person, seeing that Yin Shiju was not a little happy, he immediately said: "Gongzi is really worthy of being a nobleman, he can pick up gold cakes when he walks, the small one looks at the ground every day, and he can't even pick up a copper coin all year round. ”

"Get out, you are a Tian Shenu, and you also want to be compared with this son." Yin Jiaju scolded with a smile.

I wanted to reward the guards, but after listening to his words, Yin Shiju decided to stay by himself, not much money, but this luck is his own, keep it.

Yin Shiju was in a bad mood just now, and he felt that he was an unlucky person, but after picking up the gold cake, he felt quite lucky, and his mood became cheerful again.

Well, although you can't be a martial arts master, you have a noble status, power in your hands, and money on your body, are you afraid that you won't be able to recruit martial arts masters to work for you, the old saying is right, those who work hard govern people, and those who work hard govern people, what are you afraid of.

Walking and walking, unconsciously walked to the longevity workshop, Yin Shiju suddenly smelled a strong oil fragrance, followed the aroma, only to see an old man fried dumplings (similar to the fritters of later generations) at the entrance of a remote small gatehouse at Fangkou, the fragrance of sesame oil and the fragrance of fried dumplings were mixed together, and they drooled when they smelled it.

Yin Shiju is a gluttonous age, so he got off the horse without saying a word, walked to the stall of fried dumplings, and prepared to buy a few pieces, and while eating, he rode a horse and walked slowly, how good.

There were only four people in front of the stall, a pair of Yesun, a middle-aged man dressed like a ranger with a saber, and a young woman, all waiting for the old man in the oil pot of the stall to come out of the pot.

As soon as Yin Shiju approached the stall, he felt a wave of heat rushing in, and the cold on his body was gone, so he couldn't help but take a step back.

If you get splashed with oil, you'll get burned.

I just wanted to open my mouth to ask for the steamed dumplings in the oil pot, but I saw the woman standing in front of her "ah", her body turned to the left suddenly, maybe the bun was not coiled tightly, and the silver hairpin inserted on it suddenly threw out, plopped, and fell into the oil pot.

"You... Why does the child push the slave family, ah, the silver hairpin of the slave family. The little woman looked at the boiling pan and stamped her feet anxiously.

From the simple dress of the little woman, it can be seen that the silver hairpin is very important to her.

It was the child who pushed it, and the little woman threw her hairpin off in the oil pot.

The old man slapped his naughty grandson's ass hard, and then quickly apologized: "I'm really sorry, my grandson is stubborn, and the little old man taught him a lesson..."

The old man who set up the stall had a cold face and said with an embarrassed face: "This... A good pot of oil, dropped a hairpin into it, how can this steamed bun be sold to customers, no, you have to pay. ”

"To... How much do you have to pay? The old man was startled and asked worriedly.

"Such a big pot of oil, plus steamed dumplings, let alone the consistent money, this oil can be poured for you." The old man said with some heartache.

"Little lady, the dog just pushed you, didn't throw the hairpin into the oil pot, although there is a mistake, not all wrong, this has always been half of the money."

The little woman was anxious all of a sudden, and scolded with her hands on her hips: "You are an old and disrespectful slave, it would be good if you didn't let you pay for the hairpin, and you still have to pay for the slave family?" Don't dream, Zhang Wuhou of Wuhou is a cousin of the slave family, do you want to ask him to preside over justice, quickly catch the hairpin and talk about it, if it is boiled for a long time, maybe it will be boiled bad, it is a token of love sent by Lang Jun to the slave family. ”

The old man was anxious when he heard this, and hurriedly used chopsticks to fish for silver needles, I don't know if the oil is a little chaotic or the silver hairpin is not easy to coerce, he didn't get it up a few times, Yin Shiju shook his head and prepared to leave.

It's not interesting at all, the hairpins all fell into the oil pot and got dirty, and those dumplings were not eaten for nothing.

Just as Yin Shiju was about to leave, he saw a middle-aged man who had not spoken suddenly spoke: "Isn't it just a hairpin and a pot of oil, the New Year is a festive picture, my husband is so old, what have you been forced to become, don't worry, don't worry, I take care of this matter." ”

How nosy are you?

Suddenly, Yin Shiju's eyes were as big as a bull's eye, and his eyeballs were about to fall off: the middle-aged man rolled up his right sleeve in public, made a random starting gesture with his right hand, and then reached into the tumbling oil pot with his steep hand, and clamped the silver hairpin with two fingers.

That's right, it's a steep hand.

When he rolled up his sleeves, he thought he was going to use chopsticks to threaten him, but he didn't think he was putting his hand into the tumbling oil pot, which was fatal, but when he fished it out, except for his hand was a little infrared, he didn't see anything abnormal, and he couldn't even bubble one.

"You... Are you a god? The old man who set up the stall was obviously shocked, his eyes were straight, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.

The little woman was also stunned, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes widened, and the middle-aged man handed the silver hairpin to her eyes without taking it.

"yes, why is it okay for my uncle to put his hand in the oil pot, isn't it hot?" The puppy asked, puzzled.

"Don't talk nonsense, uncle is an immortal, only immortal law can do it." After the old man finished speaking with a shocked face, he immediately knelt down on his knees and kowtowed: "Please ask the immortal chief to bless you." ”

The middle-aged man helped the old man up, and denied it: "The old man misunderstood, I am just a wanderer who travels south and north, flesh and blood, not an immortal, as for this hand is not afraid of heat, it is because I have practiced martial arts since I was a child, please get up quickly." ”

The old man who set up the stall said in surprise: "It turned out to be a ranger with high martial arts, the old man is now an eye-opener, this child is also an unintentional mistake, how can the oil and steamed dumplings make the ranger pay, this oil is picked up, the old man can still eat it himself." ”

"Yes" The old man hurriedly said: "It's a loss, it's also a little old stream, how can you let the ranger break the bank." ”

"It's not easy for the old man to set up a stall on a cold day, and it's not easy for the old man to bring a little grandson, how can you make you suffer, isn't it almost the New Year, just when I, the elder, give the child a piece of money, that's it, and if I push it again, I won't give me face." The middle-aged man said as he groped around his waist.

After touching it a few times, the middle-aged man's expression became a little weird, and he said to himself: "It's weird, there is obviously a golden cake left, why can't I find it, is it possible that I am confused and give it away?" ”