Chapter 215 Chungu pancake butcher picks meat

Fang Xie didn't expect that the place where the old cripple brought him would be like this, and what appeared in front of him was a place that had nothing to do with the prosperity of Chang'an City. It looks dirty, messy, and shabby. It's a market tucked away in a dark corner, and the people who come here seem to be completely isolated from the scenery of Chang'an City. But it's also very lively, and even some of the housekeepers of the wealthy come here to buy things.

The area of this market is not too small, and at least 100 stalls in the past. The sewage on the ground was frozen and slippery on it. If you look closely, you will find fish guts, hairy pig skin, chicken and duck feathers, and pig feces and sheep feces in these ice ballasts.

The first thing Fang Xie saw was a butcher with a pipe in his mouth, wearing only a leather apron in winter, shirtless, and he could see the bush of thick black hair on his chest. He puffs in the smoke as he plucks the bones out of the pork with a boning knife, and the way he looks at him is that he can skillfully pull out every bone even with his eyes closed. On the vegetable mound next to him were three knives, a thick-backed kitchen knife for chopping meat, a spatula for skinning pigs, and a heavier bone chopping knife.

Behind him was a stout woman squatting on the ground to clean up the pig's water, which was the pig's entrails. Everything was placed in a large wooden basin, and the heart, lungs, liver, and intestines were still steaming.

"Mother-in-law, I'm hungry!"

The butcher shouted while deboning, and his mother-in-law snorted, stood up and wiped her bloody hand on her apron, and walked to the side of the stove to lift the lid, and inside was a freshly baked dough, steaming. The woman took out the pancake with her bloody hand and laid it on the board, picked a large piece of lard with her knife and spread it evenly, and sprinkled some salt. Finally, he peeled a green onion and rolled it on a pancake, and handed it to the butcher: "Eat." ”

The butcher took the pipe down and set it aside, and thuded the knife into the mound. The four knives were neatly arranged, and the distance between them was exactly the same.

He squatted on the ground, gulped the pancake in his oily hands, and ate it with relish. Judging by his expression, it seemed that the most delicious thing in the world was nothing more than that.

Next to the butcher's stall is a vendor selling Chinese cabbage. It doesn't look thin, but it's a little thin compared to the butcher. He sat on a dilapidated chair, crossed Erlang's legs and squinted and hummed an unknown song, Fang Xie listened to it and found that it was the Qin dialect taste of the mountain people in the northwest, long and rough, but he couldn't hear the specific lyrics.

An old goat was tethered to one side of his stall, stealing his cabbage from time to time. But he didn't pay attention to it at all, humming a little song leisurely.

Or smelling the fragrance of pancakes, he opened his eyelids and glanced at the butcher, and then snorted coldly: "If Aunt Chun married me in the first place, how could I be willing to let her do such a vulgar thing?" Dealing with pig flesh and blood all day long, a good beauty like a flower has been ruined like this! ”

"What? It's your turn to dislike it?! ”

The butcher's mother-in-law asked, pinching her waist and raising her eyebrows.

The man selling cabbage immediately coaxed, and said with a smile: "Isn't this distressing for you." ”

The butcher's mother-in-law glared at him fiercely, smeared the second cooked pancake with lard, sprinkled it with salt, rolled it with green onions, and threw it to the man who sold cabbage. It looks exactly the same, but at least half of the lard is missing from this cake.

The butcher smiled hesitantly, as if he had taken advantage of it. He thought that Aunt Chun still cared about me, and smeared more than half of the lard on him.

The vegetable farmer also smiled, as if he had taken a big advantage. He thought that Aunt Chun really still thought of me, knowing that I couldn't eat anything too greasy.

Further inside, there is a stall selling fish. Seeing that the business was light, the sturdy fisherman simply cleaned up two grass carp with his hands and feet, removed the scales and disemboweled, and took out the internal organs, and finally soaked them in the water, and then tied them with a straw rope through the gills of the fish, and walked over with the grass carp in one hand and his wine gourd in the other.

"Change the pancakes!"

He didn't say a word.

The butcher's mother-in-law gave him a blank look and said, "Wait! ”

The fisherman squatted down at the side of the stall with a snort, and threw the two packed fish out of the bucket, which happened to land in the bucket beside the butcher's wife. He squatted on the side and drank and waited for the pancakes to come out of the pot, glanced at the smiling butcher and snorted coldly: "I can't figure it out, why did Aunt Chun marry you stupid thing in the first place?" I thought that even if he didn't marry me, he would marry the vegetable seller, so he was smarter than you! But I didn't expect that she picked and chose you. ”

"I'm in good condition."

The butcher was still smiling, not looking angry at all.

The fisherman shook his head helplessly, handed over the flask, and the butcher, who had finished eating the pancakes, quickly wiped his hands on his apron, as if he was afraid of soiling the fisherman's flask. He took it and took a sip carefully, smashing it and smashing it with an aftertaste, his expression was very intoxicated and enjoyable. But instead of taking a second sip, he handed the flask back.

"Don't you dare to take an extra sip?"

The fisherman sneered.

The butcher smiled embarrassedly and said, "Aunt Chun said that I will be allowed to drink a small sip of wine one day." ”

At this time, the Chun Gu who was pancake seemed to have inadvertently seen the old lame, and then smiled and asked, "Cripple master, what do you want to exchange for your northwest burn today?" ”

The old lame man said as a matter of course: "Naturally, I will eat it with a different pancake." ”

Fang Xie stood not far from them, subconsciously rubbed his brows and said to himself: "The relationship is really messy......

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The only cleaner place in the market is the wonton stall, although it doesn't look like the wonton cooks are clean at all. The apron in front of him was so dirty that he couldn't see its original color, and the mud between his nails was black, as if a layer of coal had been stuffed into it. I really don't know how anyone can buy the wontons he makes, and there are quite a few people who buy them.

Two tables were put together, and more than a dozen people were seated.

Fang Xie looked at the people in front of him carefully, and sighed secretly in his heart, hoping that the old cripple was not playing with himself.

Butchers, vegetable farmers, fishermen, cooks, merchants, bartenders, liba, smokers, fortune tellers, and spring aunts.

There are all kinds of them, and they don't look like masters no matter how you look at them.

But it can be seen that the old lame man is very familiar with them and respects them. When he spoke, he was full of foul words like fucking and fucking, but he had a sense of intimacy that wasn't pretentious. Sitting among these people, Fang Xie felt as if he had come from Mars. He seemed too clean, so clean that he couldn't figure it out.

"Okay"

"Not bad"

"Improvised"

"It's kind of present"

"Barely enough"

These people muttered these words in their mouths, and looked at Fang Xie carefully as if they were inspecting and buying livestock. Fang Xie didn't doubt it at all, if they wanted to, they would be able to strip themselves naked in the next second, and looked at whether the meat was good. Especially the stout woman named Chun Gu looked at Fang Xie most carefully, and she was obviously the common dream lover of these men. Her gaze moved inch by inch on Fang Jie's body, and Fang Xie even had the illusion that his underwear couldn't hide anything from her.

The reason why there are those comments above is because of the old lame man's straight to the point.

"He is the heir of the prince."

Then the men stared at him, a little disgruntled, but at least not disgusted. Perhaps in their opinion, Prince Zhong Yang Qi is the kind of demeanor that does not belong to the world, so no man can compare with him. Fang Xie looks slender but not thin, with a delicate but masculine face, and should be regarded as a beautiful man in the eyes of women, but in the eyes of these people, he barely disgraces the reputation of Prince Zhong.

"You say he is, how can you prove it?"

The fisherman asked the old lame.

"What I say is proof of course, you think I'm going to lie?"

The old lame man replied as he ate pancakes and wontons.

"That's not going to happen"

The fortune teller pouted and said, "You are not an honest gentleman in the first place, and deceiving people is not something that cannot be done for you." There is no evidence, we don't believe it, unless ......"

The old lame man pouted: "Unless what?" ”

The fortune teller looked at Fang Jie's face seriously, and then stretched out his hand and said, "Unless you let me touch my bones, come on, come and let me touch them." ”

"Phew!"

The old lame man scolded: "Who doesn't know that you are so manly? ”

The fortune teller blushed, glanced at Aunt Chun and said with annoyance: "Who told her not to choose me in the first place, but to choose the butcher's fool?" Since then, I have lost interest in women, unless Aunt Chun remarries me. ”

"Shut up!"

Chun Gu scolded, looked at Fang Xie and asked, "What do you have to prove that you are the heir of the prince?" Things are also successful, cultivation is also successful, show it for us to see, rest assured, it really can't be fake, and fake can't hide it from us! ”

Fang Xie was silent for a moment, then shook his head and replied seriously: "No." ”

"No?"

Chun Gu frowned and asked, "Then why do we believe you?" ”

Fang Xie thought for a while and said, "To be honest, Master and I have only spent a very short time together in Northwest Fangu. I don't know why Master chose me to be his successor, and he didn't pass on anything to me that would prove his identity. ”

"Which fucking descendant is that?"

The vegetable farmer scolded in a low voice, obviously the other party was a little resistant.

"Cripple master, where did you pick up such a little white face? It's a person who wants to pretend to be the heir of the prince, are you stupid in the red sleeves? ”

The fisherman muttered discontentedly.

"Cripple master, you won't just bring a little boy from the Qinglou to trick us into eating and drinking, right? Did he honor you for a pot of Northwest Burn, or did he honor your pair of white butts? ”

Liba asked, chewing on a piece of cabbage that had been pulled from the vegetable farmer's stall.

The old lame man glanced at Fang Jie, but he didn't seem to have any intention of relieving him. He seemed to enjoy looking at the disgusting pancake roll lard and the wontons made by the black hands in Fang Jie's eyes. Fang Xie knew what the old cripple meant by not relieving himself, and if he wanted these people to recognize him, he had to figure out his own way.

"I couldn't find anything to prove my identity, because Master didn't give me anything. The only thing I was given was a small golden pill, which I ate. But if you just don't believe that I am the descendant of the Master, I will still use my own methods to make you believe. ”

"What's the solution?"

Chun Gu asked.

Fang Xie smiled and said, "When I was in Fan Gu, I once asked Master, how do you make people believe what you say?" Master is reasonable. I asked again what if the other party didn't listen to you. Master said, then beat him until he believes in you. ”

"So ......"

Fang Xie stood up, slowly took off his robe and said, "Are you going to go up together, or are you going to fight one by one?" ”

"Huh?"

The only woman among the ten people, the one named Chun Gu, looked at Fang Jie's eyes changed slightly, and she sighed, "Now it looks a little like it." ”