Liyang, the capital of the Qin State, has just risen every day and has begun to be filled with a trace of hustle and bustle. Especially at the city gate, large and small vendors from outside the city either pushed wooden carts or carried sacks into this vibrant city one after another. In just a few years, the changes in Liyang City are obvious to all. It is precisely for this reason that the old Qin people in Liyang City are full of a sense of honor.

Not far from the east gate of Liyang City, there is a morning shop, but the door of the shop has been opened before dawn, a middle-aged man in a black coarse cloth shirt put a few tables, chairs and benches on the side of the road, and then moved out of the house a large wooden barrel, lifted the lid of the barrel, and a white steam rose from the barrel. The man approached the barrel and sniffed it, as if he was pleased with the taste inside, then closed the lid on the barrel, picked up a rag, and carefully wiped the dust on the table.

Speaking of this breakfast shop, it is definitely a well-known shop in the entire Liyang City. There is no other reason, just because this shop has existed since the completion of Liyang City. For hundreds of years, we have been operating this shop. The shop is only the size of a house, and in the past, it was always a little crowded when customers came to eat breakfast, standing or sitting at the table outside the door.

Even so, there is always a steady stream of diners who come here for breakfast every morning. Just because the store's ancestral first-hand bean curd craftsmanship is definitely a must in the entire Liyang City. A bowl of bean curd, a pancake, and a small plate of bitter herbs, the taste is absolutely memorable.

For hundreds of years, there have been merchants who also saw business opportunities selling bean curd, oil cakes, and bitter herbs. But compared to here, it always feels like something is missing. There are also merchants who pretend to be diners with bad intentions and ask the reason for the meal, but the restaurant always laughs and does not say anything. Each shop can settle down in Liyang City, passed down from generation to generation, all have unique craftsmanship, and over time, no one will come forward to ask, as long as the bean curd is delicious, the others will not matter.

A few months ago, the owner of the shop finally paid a huge sum of money to buy the two shops next to it, and after renovating them, it has the size of three houses now.

It has just opened in the past few days, and after the city gates open every morning, it is already overcrowded. This also made the face of the proprietress who was in pain from the pain of just spending a large sum of silver look a lot better, and every morning after that, she would hold the box containing the silver coins and count the silver coins over and over again.

At this time, the shopkeeper who had been busy all morning would drink the leftover bean curd, look at his mother-in-law with a smile, and say with a smile: "Be careful in counting, don't count wrong." Then it drew a roll of the hostess's eyes, but she soon looked down and counted the coins in the box.

Most of the small businesses and small households think that this kind of life will be fulfilling.

In the early morning of this day, as soon as the city gate opened, this breakfast shop was already sparsely populated with diners sitting and eating breakfast at three or five tables, and the shop trotted to serve hot bean curd, oil cakes and a small plate of bitter vegetables to each diner. It was probably because the proprietress was worried about the wages of the hired man, so the owner of the store played the role of the buddy.

A man dressed in white was followed by a man in black holding a sword and slowly walked towards the shop from the city gate.

"Agui, but this shop in front?" The man in white stood on the street and whispered to the man behind him.

The man in black carefully looked at the street shops around him, and then nodded to the man in white. The two of them walked towards the shop.

The two of them were naturally Wei Chen and Ah Gui who came all the way after leaving Yuanyuan City.

I found a corner spot in the store and sat down, and it didn't take long for the shopkeeper to put two bowls of hot bean curd, two oil cakes, and two small plates of bitter vegetables on the table for two.

After smiling and nodding at the shopkeeper, he picked up the oil cake on the table, which was slightly larger than the palm of his hand, wrapped the bitter herbs in it, took a gentle bite, chewed it in his mouth for a while, swallowed it into his stomach, and then picked up the small spoon on the table and put a spoonful of white flower bean curd into his mouth.

"That's what it tastes like." Wei Chen swallowed the bean curd into his stomach and said with an intoxicated expression.

Ah Gui ate silently, his movements were the same as Wei Chen's, and his face also showed a look of surprise and aftertaste.

"I remember when I came here three years ago, it was a very small shop, and at that time, I had to wait a long time for a bowl of bean curd and oil cakes that were not very hot." Wei Chen sighed as he ate.

"Childe, the store is still the same store, but it's bigger than before." Agui bowed his head and replied.

"Well, that's true, even this century-old shop has changed, but I don't know if other things have changed. What do you say, Gui. Wei Chen also lowered his head and asked meaningfully.

Ah Gui stopped the small spoon in his hand and thought for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Probably not, after all, they know the means of the childe." ”

Wei Chen was noncommittal to Agui's answer, and continued to eat oil cakes and drink bean curd. But the mind is obviously not on the breakfast in front of you.

Outside Liyang City, an old man carrying a shabby package on his back, holding a wooden stick in one hand and a thin boy of six or seven years old in the other. The boy was dressed in plain black cloth and carried a long sword behind his back.

The two are an old man named Kong Qiu and Qin Chuan.

Since Baili Jian changed his life for Qin Chuan in Longshan, the old man Kong Qiu took Qin Chuan all the way from Longshan to Liyang City. Along the way, the old man said all the good things, and tried all kinds of methods to make Qin Chuan extremely reluctant to worship himself as a teacher.

For this cheap teacher, Qin Chuan naturally didn't have much resistance, he didn't want to apprentice, but it was purely out of his own bad taste. But the old man was extremely satisfied with the disciple he had accepted.

Along the way, since Qin Chuan respectfully kowtowed to the old man a few times, this simple apprenticeship was completed. From that day on, the old man began to teach Qin Chuan by word and deed, and almost taught Qin Chuan what he had learned in his life.

In fact, what Qin Chuan didn't know was that what the old man respected all his life was etiquette and rules. If Qin Chuan insisted on refusing to apprentice at the beginning, even if the old man would take Qin Chuan to Liyang City, he would probably not teach Qin Chuan carefully.

The status relationship between heaven and earth, princes, and teachers has always been the etiquette and rules that the old man respects and abides by. When Qin Chuan knelt down in front of the old man, the relationship between the teacher and the student was established, and the man had gold under his knees, and it was a matter of course to kneel to the sky and kneel to his parents. This kneeling is the kindness of preaching and receiving karma, and kneeling is a teacher for one day and a father for life.

Along the way, the old man taught Qin Chuan what etiquette and rules are, what it means to be indispensable, and what it means to cultivate one's self and rule the country and the world. Most of Qin Chuan was listening, and the old man said again.

For more than a month, the old man was holding a wooden stick like this, pulling Qin Chuan to walk all the way, and saw the vibrant Xuanyuan City after the war, and also saw the still noisy Chencang City. After living in Yongcheng for a few years, all the Qin people have not changed from the past, but the blacksmith left Yongcheng at some point, which made Qin Chuan feel a little regretful. After coming out of Yongcheng, the two of them rushed straight to Liyang City.

Walking into the city gate and seeing the bustling crowd, Qin Chuan had a sense of familiarity and strangeness, familiarity was because he had seen too much of the smiles on the faces of the Qin people, and strangeness was the strangeness of this city. I vaguely remember living here for a while, but it seems that a long time has passed, and the Liyang City at that time is very different from now.

In fact, Qin Chuan feels not bad, thanks to the reform of Daliang Zaowei Marting, most of the Qin people in Liyang City have become rich, and the income of the Guojun's Mansion has also increased year after year, which has made Liyang City, which was originally just a small city, several times larger than before.

"Xiao Qinchuan, I remember that there is a very famous breakfast shop here, where there are bean curd and oil cakes, just thinking about it makes people drool, today you and I will go there to solve the problem of the Five Organs Temple." The old man looked at the street in front of him and said with a smile.

Touching his shriveled stomach, Qin Chuan suddenly missed the maid Erya who stayed in Linyuan City, if Erya was here, he would definitely not let himself go hungry every day.

Seeing Qin Chuan's movements, the old man smiled awkwardly, and then pulled Qin Chuan towards the location in his memory.

Soon, the two walked to this breakfast shop located not far from the east gate of the city, at this time it was past the peak period, and there were not as many diners in the store as before, the store stretched his waist, and his hands kept rubbing his somewhat sore waist. But when he saw the old man and Qin Chuan coming in, a warm smile immediately appeared on his face, and he diligently wiped a table for the two.

The old man sat opposite Qin Chuan, and after serving it early, the old man began to devour it.

"Master, didn't you say that you should chew and swallow slowly when eating?" Qin Chuan ate the delicious bean curd in the bowl and whispered to the old man.

"It's been several years since I wanted to eat this bowl of bean curd for the teacher, so I naturally want to eat it faster, and I will try to eat more bowls for a while, so that I can feed all the gluttonous worms in my stomach." The old man was still eating the bean curd in the bowl quickly, and his voice was indeed a little indistinct.

Qin Chuan saw the bean curd that quickly disappeared in the old man's bowl, and a bad premonition appeared in his heart, so he also accelerated the speed of eating bean curd, but even if Qin Chuan ate it fast, how could it compare to the old man's speed.

When Qin Chuan hadn't finished half of his meal, the old man's small spoon reached into Qin Chuan's bowl, unceremoniously scooped away a large spoonful of white bean curd, and quickly put it into his mouth, with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Teacher, you're bullying children." Qin Chuan muttered, hurriedly protecting the bowl in front of him with one hand, and quickly eating bean curd with a spoon in the other.

"Respect the teacher, how do you usually teach you, to be kind to others. What's more, eating your mouth bean curd will not get in the way. The old man looked at the bean curd in Qin Chuan's bowl with some unfinished eyes, and said casually.

Qin Chuan only cared about eating, ignoring the old man's obviously strong words.

Just as Qin Chuan was trying to eat bean curd, he suddenly saw a familiar face out of the corner of his eye, a man in civilian clothes and a man in black stood up from the corner of the wall, put a few iron coins on the table, and walked towards the door.

Qin Chuan hurriedly lowered his head and ate the bean curd in the bowl in small bites.

As if he felt something, the man in white swept his gaze to Qin Chuan's side, then shook his head and left here with the man in black.

After seeing the two leave, Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, and just wanted to say something, he saw that the old man opposite was quickly bowing his head and eating bean curd, with an unbelievable expression on his face, looking down at his bowl, there was originally a small half bowl of bean curd had disappeared.

"Teacher, you've gone too far." Qin Chuan said obviously angrily.

The old man put the last mouthful of bean curd into his mouth, and said with satisfaction: "What do you know, as a teacher, this is using personal experience to make you understand what it means to be indispensable." ”

Looking at the old man's proud appearance, Qin Chuan touched his stomach that was not yet full, sighed, picked up the oil cake that was already a little hard, and ate it one by one.

Seeing Qin Chuan's movements, the old man nodded and said with a smile: "Good." ”

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