Seeing Gao Sheng come back with a window panel, there were still words on the front and back of the window panel, Zhang Dazhu and Zhang Er King Kong were confused, the big characters in the basket knew him, but he didn't know the words.

Zhang Dazhu thought to himself, if his own lady was there, he would definitely be able to know what was written on it.

Seeing Gao Sheng followed by a group of black-pressed villagers, Zhang Dazhu was startled, and hurriedly pulled over Gao Sheng, who put down the window panel, and asked the reason, and his heart and liver instantly fell into the ice cellar.

Like Old Man Gao, Zhang Dazhu defined Gao Sheng as a loser for the first time.

These villagers who rushed to Wei, plus the villagers of Shanghe Village, are there enough steamed buns made from a bag of millet noodles?

What's more, Gao Sheng's family has long run out of food, and it has reached the point where he can't open the pot, so this bag of millet noodles doesn't make steamed buns to make a living, so he can stay and eat it for himself.

When Gao Sheng threw the money bag back to him, he only thought about it, and slightly lightened the pot that was a little bit buckled on Gao Sheng's head.

"Third brother, do you really want to give away the steamed buns for nothing?" Zhang Dazhu looked at Gao Sheng in horror and asked.

"Yes." Gao Sheng nodded, looked at the crowd of people who followed, and smiled contentedly.

Seeing Gao Sheng's firm eyes, Zhang Dazhu thought of the arrangement that Tian asked him to listen to Gao Sheng before going out, he sighed, gritted his teeth, and just did it, even if the third brother took him to jump into the fire pit, he would do it.

The noodles have been made, Zhang Dazhu began to make steamed buns, and specially kneaded the steamed bread dough into a small ball.

This made Gao Sheng look angry and funny, and explained that he pinched it bigger, saying that he wanted to send it with sincerity.

Zhang Dazhu was speechless, and regretted a little in his heart, he really shouldn't have made a living with Gao Sheng, he didn't make a living, and he was blind with a bag of good millet noodles.

The onlookers had never seen such a dim sum, and they all looked curiously, letting Zhang Dazhu steam the steamed buns, and the high ascension continued, so that the onlookers lined up well, and the steamed buns were ripe, and naturally everyone had a share.

Whoever cuts the queue and doesn't comply with the continuity, then I'm sorry, it's not your share.

From afar, the old man and the old lady Gao watched Gao Sheng busy before and after, and their faces were not very good, it was a pity that the bag of millet noodles was a pity.

The steamed steamed buns are burned with big firewood, you don't have to look at it all the time, Gao Sheng taught Zhang Dazhu a few interesting shouts, and when the steamed buns were steamed and the steamer was brought down, he took four of them first and put them in an empty bowl.

Then let Zhang Dazhu continue to shout according to what he taught, and at the same time distribute steamed buns, and then took the four steamed buns in the bowl and sent them to the long-bearded old man.

Seeing Gao Sheng coming, the old man Gao who was looking in the distance pulled the old lady and hurriedly retreated into the corner of the alley and turned his back.

Gao Sheng only felt that the two familiar figures flashed in the distance, and he didn't go to his heart, and hurriedly sent steamed buns to the long-bearded old man, there were still too many things in the stall, and Zhang Dazhu couldn't be busy alone.

Eating white food is a thing that has existed since ancient times, and everyone loves it, and the chaos of the scene is certain.

The long-bearded old man was a little surprised when he saw Gao Sheng return so quickly and sent steamed buns as promised, he just said that he wanted to eat steamed buns, but he didn't expect Gao Sheng to take it seriously.

"Lang Jun really didn't break his promise and got fat, it's commendable, and he is a real villain."

The long-bearded old man laughed, just now when he saw Gao Sheng paying, he buckled the rope, but at this moment, he sent steamed buns without breaking his promise, so he had the evaluation of the three words "real villain".

Immediately, the long-bearded old man took the steamed bun from Gao Sheng's hand, and he was not in a hurry to taste it, so he put it on the table.

"Mr. sent words in return, a few steamed buns are not worth much, since Xiaosheng promised Mr., Xiaosheng naturally has to keep his promise." Gao Sheng smiled and continued: "The steamed buns have been delivered, Xiaosheng will say goodbye first, if Mr. thinks the steamed buns are delicious, you can go to the big tree in front of King Zheng's courtyard in the village to find Xiaosheng." ”

"Okay, Lang Jun has a lot of kindness, how can the old man take advantage of you? Lang Jun doesn't need to call Mr. Lao, if Lang Jun doesn't give up, just call Lao Rui Li Weng. The long-bearded old man nodded with a smile, and had a good impression of Gao Sheng's promise, and said, "Who is Langjun's surname and where?" ”

"Xiaosheng is not talented, a person from Xiahe Village, his surname is Gao, his single name is promoted, and he is promoted to become wealthy." Gao Sheng hurriedly told Li Weng his name by his own name.

"Interesting, interesting."

Li Weng laughed, there seemed to be a little ambiguity in his smile, and he seemed to feel that Gao Sheng, who was dressed in patched linen rough clothes, did not match his promotion and fortune, but it was not easy to say it directly.

Gao Sheng smiled disappreciably, and then said goodbye and walked out of the bookstore.

At this moment, on the stall, Zhang Dazhu is very busy, one person has to maintain the order of receiving steamed buns, and he has to distribute steamed buns, and he has to shout at Gao Sheng to teach him his jokes in a loud voice, hoping to grow three heads and six arms.

"Outside the mountain, outside the green mountain building, my steamed bun is a cow...... The bed is clear and moonlight, and there are two pairs of shoes on the ground...... At noon on hoeing day, the children suddenly set ......"

Zhang Dabiao's brain is not very bright, and he is naturally in a hurry to deal with dozens of people, where is his head enough, and he almost forgot the shouting that Professor Gao Sheng gave him, and only remembered the interesting crooked words at the beginning.

"I can't imagine that this merchant is so good."

"This merchant is amazing, the dim sum is well done, and the poetry is smooth."

“……”

The people queuing up to receive steamed buns listened to Zhang Dabiao's bizarre shouting, and they were in a good mood, even if the people in the back of the queue of dozens of people were not bored.

The people who received the steamed buns were impatient, and they immediately bit it, and then received rave reviews.

"It's so white, so soft, so sweet!"

"Tsk, it's so soft and delicious, and it doesn't have the sour taste of old noodles!"

"This is called steamed bread dim sum, it is the best dim sum that the old man has ever eaten in his life!"

“……”

After eating the steamed buns, the people applauded, making the people who were still waiting in line in the queue look forward to the steamed buns even more.

Zhang Dabiao was so busy jumping up and down, and the temperature was gradually rising at the moment, and he was covered in sweat.

The old man Gao who was secretly observing from a distance had a gloomy face, and his heart was extremely distressed, as if these ordinary people who ate white food were eating his family's grain.

"This loser, if it goes on like this, Jinshan will be able to be gone!"

Old Man Gao finally couldn't bear it anymore, and with a gloomy face, he carried the dustpan for sale, and walked directly to the stall under the big tree.

The old lady hurriedly staggered to keep up with her wife.

Even if Zhang Dazhu deliberately made the steamed bread smaller, dozens of steamed bread the size of a teacup were steamed out of the three-layer steamer, and all of them were distributed.

Just when he stopped and was about to take a break, raising his head and moving his sore neck, he saw an old man and an old lady staggering after the crowd of people eating steamed buns.

This old man and the old lady are too familiar with him, isn't this the old man and the old lady of the Gao family?

These two are the third brother's father and mother.

Zhang Dazhu didn't care about resting, hurriedly ran out of the stall, stepped forward to take more than ten dustpans from the old man's hands, and hurriedly said hello and said, "Uncle, aunt, why are your second elders here?" ”

Old Man Gao glared at him fiercely, and said fiercely: "Loser!" ”

I don't know if I'm scolding Zhang Dazhu or Gao Sheng, maybe the two of them are scolding together......