The man's eyes lit up, knowing that he could get a string of money again, and immediately thanked Song Mian.

"Come, have a drink with my uncle, the money is yours."

The sword mountain and the sea of fire are all coming, where is there still a glass of wine.

What's more, this wine is the water he mixed himself, and it tastes no different from water.

But to his surprise, after the wine was entered, although there was no aroma of wine or spicy taste, it inexplicably made him a little dizzy.

"You see, it's not that I don't give you money, it's that you can't drink too much." Obviously, he added ingredients to the wine, but Song Mian still blamed the guy himself.

After collecting his string of money, Song Mian was just about to leave, and suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something.

It is the charcoal brazier that Miss Mo left here.

Looking at the charcoal brazier, Song Mian was really a little distressed. This thing is really hard to take away.

But looking at the guy and girl who were drunk on the table, Song Mian suddenly had an idea.

I saw him push open the door, staggered to the railing, and shouted: "Come on, uncle's burden can't be opened!" ”

The guys in the workshop can be said to be very familiar with drunks.

looks like Song Mian, needless to say, he must be drunk.

At that moment, a guy hurriedly ran up, whispering to Song Mian not to make noise, and at the same time asking Song Mian where his burden was, and to help him open it.

Song Mian took his man into the house, hugged a big burden in his arms, and said drunkly: "Oh, that's it, you help me open it, uncle, I have a lot of rewards." ”

As he spoke, Song Mianhe deliberately shook his heavy money bag.

When the man saw the shape of the burden, he felt a little strange, and when he untied the wrapper, he felt like crying without tears.

The heart said that what kind of people are these, when they are drunk, they are drunk, and they have nothing to do with their clothes and braziers.

He had just untied the charcoal brazier, Song Mian snatched it up, hugged it beautifully, and said with a smile: "Not bad, uncle, there is a reward." As he spoke, he really took out a handful of big money from the money bag, looking like that, he had to have twenty or thirty big money.

However, when he handed it over to the man, he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Song Mian's hand was crooked, and most of the big money was hanging on the ground and rolling around.

Naturally, the man's attention was on the big money running around, and he didn't care about the drunk who left with a brazier.

And, even if he saw it, he wouldn't say anything.

Like this kind of drunkard who settles the account and leaves, the guys have always been better off having more than less, let them go, and the workshop will be cleaner, why not.

After staggering away from the workshop, Song Mian found a deserted alley, and dozed off with a brazier.

It wasn't until dawn the next day, when the entire Lan County woke up, that Song Mian stretched his waist and walked out of the alley.

Leaving the alley, Song Mian stopped passers-by and asked a few random questions, and then looked for his way to the market in Lan County.

Although it is still early, the market in Arashi County is still a little lively.

In the flow of people, all kinds of shouts are endless.

The vegetable sellers, the meat sellers, and the fruit sellers all have their own shouts.

Song Mian seemed to be aimless, as the crowd entered the market, passing by every stall, he had to walk up to take a look, and ask the price by the way.

It's just that there are a lot of questions, and the number of times he pays for it is unique.

Until he walked in front of a stall selling big meat. Jiangsu Literature Network

Datang people like to eat mutton, followed by chicken, duck and fish, and thirdly, it is big meat.

So compared with the bustle in front of other people's stalls, the big meat stalls are a little deserted.

"Boss, how do you sell this meat?"

"Five big bucks." The butcher who sold the meat didn't look at it, but lowered his head and said something.

"Why, the meat can't be sold cheaply?" Seeing that the butcher didn't raise his head, Song Mian teased.

"There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book. I haven't read enough books, how can I have the heart to look at idlers like you. ”

"What, you, a butcher, still have to take the Ming Jing test?"

The butcher finally raised his head at this time, and when he saw that there was no one around, he put down the book and said with a smile: "If you don't participate, you won't say a word about your old man." ”

"Where did you get so much nonsense, weigh me this piece of meat." As he spoke, Song Mian lifted the piece of meat and threw it directly into the weighing plate.

"Thank you, five big bucks."

After Song Mian paid the money, he said softly: "Half an hour later, I will wait for you in the teahouse outside." ”

The butcher nodded without a trace, and continued to pick up the book that had been set aside and read it.

People who often come to the market are familiar with the problem of butchers reading books.

There are those boring people, and they will laugh a few words like Song Mian. But the butcher rarely answered.

Most of the time, the business is done without raising the head.

No matter which piece of meat others take, he always opens his mouth to the price and does not weigh it at all.

Even the meat is wrapped with one hand. Today, the only time he put down the book in his hand was when Song Mian talked to him.

"Why, let you come in half an hour, you will come in half an hour, you can't come early."

"Look at what you said, didn't I go get you something, it's just a little over."

As he spoke, the butcher put the things he was holding in front of Song Mian, and said with a smile: "You taste it, I only made it last night." ”

Without opening the paper package, just smelling the smell, Song Mian knew that it was sauce meat.

Although he loves to eat, he does not have the habit of eating sauce meat in the morning.

"Don't be busy eating, I have to explain some things to you."

Although Song Mian said that he was not busy eating, the butcher opened the paper bag very consciously, and pieces of fragrant sauce meat suddenly filled the entire room.

Taking advantage of the fact that the man came over with tea, the butcher sent the man to buy a few steamed buns and came back, until he had steamed buns in one hand and sauce meat in the other, and then said contentedly: "If there is anything you command." ”

Song Mian glanced at him angrily and scolded: "What else do I order, bring me a steamed bun too." ”

Steamed bun sauce meat, the more you eat, the more fragrant it is.

Four steamed buns, a pound of multi-sauce meat, two people ate one after a while.

After burping comfortably, Song Mian said: "For the sake of the sauce meat, you are allowed to do the Ming Jing this time." ”

As soon as he heard this, the butcher was stunned.

It took him a long time before he realized. stood up violently, took two steps back, knelt on one knee, and respectfully saluted Song Mian......