It's really not a good idea to just sell paintings.

It's not easy to make a name for yourself.

Even if you have a unique painting technique, you have to be recognized by others, especially those who are famous literati. It's better to write a poem or something about your topic.

Moreover, I can't just draw a picture in the future.

You must know that most painters in this era need months or even years to complete a painting.

If you let others know that your sketches are simple and can be completed in a few days at most, your work will only become less and less valuable.

Scarcity is expensive.

In the future, you have to produce fewer of your own paintings, otherwise it will really be a bad street.

Although he was thinking, Cheng Xiaohao also paid attention to the shops on both sides of the street.

About half an hour later, I came to the cake shop that the steward had said.

It is said to be a shop, but it is actually a small room that relies on the front and back of a main store, the house has a door and a large window, but there is a tile shed in front of the house, and there are several tables and chairs in the tile shed, and an elderly couple is scrubbing pots and pans outside the house.

This may be because this shop is supposed to be a morning shop, and there are no people in the afternoon.

Not long after Cheng Xiaohao stopped in front of the shop, the old woman in the house found him, so he hurriedly wiped his hands, came outside, and beckoned: "Please sit down, please sit down." ”

When she went out, she brought hot tea and put it on a table closest to Cheng Xiaohao. Cheng Xiaohao couldn't refuse, so he could only sit down.

The old woman smiled and said, "What do you need to eat?" ”

Cheng Xiaohao: "Aren't you a cake shop?" Isn't that just eating clay bread? ”

The old woman smiled: "The signature delicacy of the small shop is indeed local cakes, but the small shop also sells some other snacks, such as porridge, rice buns, and steamed buns. ”

Cheng Xiaohao: "Then bring me two soil cakes first, right?" ”

The old woman was surprised, "Do you want two in the ya?" ”

Cheng Xiaohao: "What's wrong?" Can you only buy one? ”

The old woman shook her head: "No, it's because the amount of soil cakes in the small shop is relatively large, and ordinary people can eat one for a meal." If there are two, you shouldn't be able to eat one meal. The local cakes in the small shop taste much worse when they are cold, and they are not suitable for eating after a long time. ”

Cheng Xiaohao: "Is that so?" Then I'll have one. ”

The old woman nodded: "Then you wait, I will do it for you immediately." ”

After waiting for a while, a burst of green onion fragrance mixed with lard wafted over, arousing the appetite of Cheng Xiaohao, who was already full.

After a few more minutes, the old woman brought the bread.

Seeing the real thing, Cheng Xiaohao couldn't help but be taken aback.

A large wooden plate that took up half of the tabletop, and contained a large cake with a diameter of about half a meter, which was really large, and looked quite thick, no wonder the old woman said that ordinary people should eat at most one at a meal.

Looking at this burnt yellow flatbread sprinkled with chives, Cheng Xiaohao, who was not hungry at all, only felt that his appetite was great.

Old woman: "If you like spicy food, there is a special chili sauce in the shop." ”

Cheng Xiaohao waved his hand: "Haha, no need." "Although the spicy taste is good, but eat the original flavor today, if it is really not only fragrant, but also delicious, come back tomorrow morning to eat."

At this time, a few passers-by who were attracted by the strong fragrance also came over, and the old woman was busy laughing and went to entertain the others.

How can you eat such a big cake? Grab it with your hands and eat it? It doesn't seem very elegant.

What about the pair of chopsticks on the table?

Feel... It's a bit unclean, and I don't know how many people have used it.

In addition to psychological discomfort, there are also physical health hazards. After all, there were no sterilized cupboards in ancient times, and these chopsticks may not have even been soaked in hot water, and they may have just been washed with warm water.

I knew I was going to eat out, so I brought my new pair of chopsticks that I bought last night.

Right! When you go out in the future, you have to carry chopsticks with you!

"Shopkeeper, do you have a spoon?" Cheng Xiaohao shouted loudly towards the side of the room.

The old woman's response immediately came from inside the house: "Yes, yes, wait a minute." ”

The old woman hurriedly ran out of the house, and the flour on her hands had not yet been wiped clean, so the flour was also standing on the spoon handed to Cheng Xiaohao.

It's not a problem, it's a matter - this horse is a wooden spoon!

Looking at the busy back of the old woman, Cheng Xiaohao didn't want to continue to trouble her.

Because he found that the passers-by who had already received the bread were also eating it with their hands, it was not elegant or unsightly.

Hold both sides of the flatbread, bring it to your mouth, and bite down on one piece.

Well~

The outer layer is crisp and you can hear the sound of crushing, the inner layer is soft, it turns out that it is also mixed with pork and cabbage, and the amount is very appropriate, neither light nor greasy, the fresh vegetable juice mixed with salty gravy is soaked into the fluffy soft noodles of the inner layer, and finally in the mouth is also full of chewiness, which makes people reluctant to swallow, this delicious, it is really rare!

"It's a signature snack!"

Cheng Xiaohao couldn't help but exclaim,

The black-faced man sitting on the table next to Cheng Xiaohao also echoed: "It's really delicious, it's full of color, flavor and flavor, it's simply the best thing I've ever tasted." No wonder Brother Shun's family always told me that when I went to Lin'an City, I must not taste the snacks there. Sure enough, the things in the big place are delicious! I've seen it for a long time, I've seen it for a long time! ”

Brother Shun? Cheng Xiaohao keenly grasped this keyword.

Could it be referring to Zhang Shun?

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

He tilted his head slightly, and looked at the black-faced man out of the corner of his eye.

Dressed in regular clothes, he is black and short, but his body is sturdy, not like an ordinary person.

Don't... Also in the military?

The black-faced man suddenly turned his head and asked with a smile, "Little brother, why are you secretly looking at me?" Do you know me? ”

He actually found himself secretly watching him! Is this man so vigilant? In this way, this person should really be in the army. However, he did not have a tattoo on his face. Could it be like Zhang Shun, who enlisted in the army halfway?

Cheng Xiaohao got up and crossed his hands and said, "It's polite, my name is Cheng Xiaohao, and I am known as an advertisement." ”

The black-faced man also got up and returned the salute: "My name is Zhang Gui, and you can also call me the dwarf Zhang, but I don't like this title, so you can call me by my name directly." ”

Zhang Gui? Also surnamed Zhang?

It seems that it really has something to do with Zhang Shun!

Cheng Xiaohao: "I just heard your brother mention the word Shun, I don't know if it's Zhang Shun." ”

The black-faced man was surprised: "You are such a scholar, you actually know Brother Shun?" ”

He looked Cheng Xiaohao up and down, smiled, and suddenly said, "I know, you are also one of those people that Brother Shun saved when he suppressed the bandits." ”

Cheng Xiaohao: "Bandits? “

What's going on here?