The south gate of the inner castle is the Suzaku Gate, and it is a square that is naturally divided by the moat from the main gate Suzaku Gate to the west to the new gate Chongming Gate. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Originally a buffer zone from the moat to the inner city wall, the square gradually developed into another market in the city of Tokyo, in addition to the two large markets of Shiwa Ichizi and Mahang Street.

The curfew was lifted in the Northern Song Dynasty since the Chunhua year of Taizong, so a new type of market was born in the city of Tokyo - night markets, such as the Mahang Street Night Market in the East Market, the Panjialou Night Market in the West Market, and the Jinlou Night Market became the largest night market in the city during the reign of Renzong Tiansheng.

Soon after, the square also developed into a night market, because of the beautiful moat, the vendors selling groceries and snacks can not only set up stalls on the riverbank, but also many vendors use canopy boats as storefronts, so this night market is also called Zhouqiao Night Market or Xinmen Night Market by the common people.

The night market is also open all year round, just like the market in the normal daytime, and every twilight comes, this square will be lively, and the citizens who have left work come here to have a dinner in the open air, relaxed and comfortable, and gradually develop a habit.

Yang Huairen was originally in a mood for the daytime, but he was invited by Zhao Hao to visit the night market, looking at the noisy and lively scene in front of him, and his mood gradually improved.

The two men got out of the carriage and left their respective entourages far behind, and the two of them wanted to enjoy the fun of ordinary people's lives.

Turning west outside the Suzaku Gate, you will enter the night market, and the first thing that catches your eye is a few tea stalls.

The banner hung by each stall has a big tea word written on it, but it is not like an ordinary tea shop and teahouse that only boils tea and sells tea.

Find a stall at random and sit down, first the second brother sent a basin of noodle soup, so that the guests could wash their hands and faces, as if they had also washed away the busyness and fatigue of the day, and their mood naturally improved.

For just a few pennies, the stall owner will serve a cup of tea, or a bowl of licorice ice drink, plus a small plate of appetizing snacks according to the tastes and preferences of the customers, and the unique taste will make people appetite at any time.

Further inside, the crisp air of late autumn mixed with the smell of various snacks and the smell of various snacks came to pass, and each food stall was full of people, talking about the news of the moment, enjoying the food in the shouting and selling of the hawkers with different accents.

The snacks served by the hawkers may not be as elaborate as those served by the restaurants and restaurants that operate during the day, but they are more varied and have the local characteristics of various parts of the Great Song Dynasty.

The vegetable and meat buns in Hedong, the steamed meat cakes in Hexi, the fried mutton in Gyeongju, the five-flavor porridge in Lin'an Mansion, and the lychee cake in Lingnan, walked around from stall to stall, and tried everything, Yang Huairen had a feeling that he had walked all over the Great Song Dynasty in dozens of steps.

After eating a lot of delicacies from all over the world, you may have become thirsty, and you don't have to go back to buy tea, and the vendor who sells fruit catechu is already by your side.

There was only one person in the peddlers, a burden, a bamboo scoop and two buckets of catechu, but there were no containers for tea.

Yang Huairen looked a little worried, thinking that it would not be everyone who directly took the bamboo tube and scooped the fruit directly from the tea bucket to drink, although the method was simple and convenient, but this was really a bit unhygienic.

Zhao Hao looked at him and smiled, patted his hand lightly to signal him to rest assured, and easily called a tea seller who was carrying the burden over.

A penny was thrown into a small bamboo basket on the peddler's head, and the peddler smiled and handed each of them a long blade of grass two or three inches wide that could not be named.

The blades of grass have been washed, and under the light of the lamp, the smooth side still reflects the reflection of deep green, and the blades of grass are rolled up into an inverted cone-shaped container.

Yang Huairen's arm was inconvenient, so Zhao Hao first rolled one and stuffed it into his right hand, and then rolled another one himself.

Seeing that the two of them rolled their respective "tea bowls", the tea seller lifted the bamboo tube scoop, lightly stretched the scoop into the tea bucket to scoop out the fruit catechin, and then with a slight flick of the wrist, he poured the fruit catechu into the "tea bowl" without leaking.

The name of this drink is fruit catechu, but there is no tea at all. It's not that the hawkers cut corners or the goods are not right, but that the common people in this era used to call all kinds of drinks "tea".

Yang Huairen first took a sip with his tongue and found that the fruit catechu was a bit similar to the light fruit juice of later generations, without that thick juice taste, but the same fresh sweetness, and then drank it all, which was also very refreshing and thirst-quenching.

A few kinds of snacks and two spoonfuls of fruit catechin, Yang Huairen had to sigh that the dietary development and progress of the Northern Song Dynasty was very close to the level of later generations.

Except for some ingredients that had not yet been introduced to China in this era, on the basis of existing ingredients, the people of the Northern Song Dynasty had already relied on their own wisdom to make food into tempting and delicious food through various methods.

There may be some snacks that cannot be put on the table in the eyes of aristocrats and literati, but it is these folk snacks that are more easily accepted and loved by the general public.

Of course, there were also aristocrats and literati like Zhao and Su Shi who were keen on these night market snacks, and Su Dongpo's poems describing his visit to the night market have been handed down.

"Longjin Night Market, the lights are also brilliant...... I don't know the noise of Beijing, it is called Jianghu Township. ”

I don't know what hometown snacks Su Daxue ate at the night market, which made him miss his hometown, and then Yang Huairen found a food that made him miss his hometown - meat.

Familiar country sound, familiar taste, a piece of meat stuffed into his mouth, Yang Huairen closed his eyes, and seemed to see the gurgling spring water of Baotu Spring, the lotus flowers on the shore of Daming Lake bloomed, and the whole city was full of lotus fragrance.

When I opened my eyes again, tears overflowed my eyes, and when I was homesick, a man could also have tears.

Yang Huairen didn't know what happened to his father, and he wondered if he would feel happy for his son if he told his father the news of his family.

Zhao Hao only cared about eating, and didn't care that this handful of meat was made of pork, and when he looked up and saw Yang Huairen with hazy eyes with a mouth full of oil, he was a little surprised.

"I said brother-in-law, ......"

"What? Brother-in-law? Why don't you call Brother Yang? ”

Yang Huairen wiped his tears, sniffled vigorously, and asked as if he was fine.

"How can Yun'er also be a brother's sister-in-law, if you marry her, you are naturally my brother-in-law, besides, isn't it your brother-in-law who is called a relative, isn't it? Hey.

I just didn't expect you to be a sentimental amorous seed, you can eat a handful of meat and cry, to tell the truth, which little lady do you think of? ”

"Hey, I'm going, you're really my brother, I just ate the snacks of my hometown, and I just miss my hometown for a while, do you really think of the summer rain lotus on the shore of Daming Lake?"

Zhao was born and grew up in the capital, where can he understand the thoughts and feelings of others? His squinting little eyes narrowed into a slit, and he asked in a thief's head, "Who is Xia Yuhe?" Joon? ”