Like a bean lamp, next to the boiling stove, there is a bowl of Shannanhaibei wine, the middle-aged man is like a good Kanye who talks about the past and the present in front of his friends, and tells Duan Ye the origin of the muddy soup pot. Fire and Ice! Chinese

Speaking of this muddy soup pot, it was really not a thing from Sijiu City, but it was something that spread from the lotus flowers in Tianjin Wei.

Legend is that in the Qianlong period, Tianjin Wei had a group of people who gathered to survive and called flowers, and in the hot weather, they bumped into someone in a restaurant who set up a birthday banquet, and the wine pond meat forest was extravagant and extravagant, and many of the dishes served on the table did not move, and they were withdrawn as they were.

It was also the host of the birthday banquet who was very rich and unkind, and the harsh tone, the original dishes that were withdrawn should have been consumed by the kitchen workers in the restaurant, but the host of the birthday banquet was stunned and called some followers to watch the dishes that were withdrawn not to be touched, until the dishes changed their taste and attracted flies in the hot weather, so they laughed and walked away, the picture was a lack of virtue.

Seeing that many of these dishes have changed their taste and attracted flies, the kitchen workers in the restaurant can only pour those ** dishes into the swill bucket. Unexpectedly, there were those beggars squatting outside the restaurant, and when they saw the swill bucket and asked the kitchen to move out, they immediately rushed over and Bao Yuan'er brought it back to the ruined temple where they lived.

In the hot weather, even if you steam these ** dishes and then eat them, it is estimated that you will not escape the end of a serious illness. But as long as ordinary people can have a little way to live, they will not be able to take this terrible food to satisfy their hunger. But these people who are begging for a living have not beaten their teeth for several days, where can they take care of many of them? I just waited for the dishes in the broken pot to change their flavor before they rolled, and they all copied the branches and fished them into their mouths!

It is also necessary to say that this group of flowers should not be killed, and it is also thanks to the fact that there are really good people on the street of Tianjin, and there is an old doctor who has been hanging pots for many years, and happened to pass by those broken temples called flowers to live in, and at a glance it was seen that those called flowers were really hungry and crazy to eat arsenic, and thirsty to drink salt brine. It's really a style of drinking to quench your thirst.

At that moment, the old doctor opened his mouth to drink the flowers, but he took out a few herbs from the medicine bag he was carrying, raised his hand and threw them into the broken pots where the flowers were steamed and eaten.

Strange to say, those herbs had just been thrown into the pot. The smell of ** dishes that originally emanated from the broken pot suddenly gushed out a burst of fragrance. And there were a few of those who were gathering together to survive, and there were a few people who had some knowledge, and they understood that the old doctor had rewarded him with a good thing to protect his life, and he was busy bowing to the old doctor. I just hope that the old doctor will reward this prescription.

People say that most of the craftsmen who are in the five elements and eight works have the problem of cherishing themselves with brooms. But this old doctor who hangs the pot to help the world is really the heart of the parents of the doctor, and he did not hesitate to tell the prescription to those called flowers. Since then, these people have brought some baskets to eat. It's all boiled in this pot of soup before it goes into the stomach. In the past five or six years, there has been continuous firewood under the broken pot, and medicinal herbs are often added to the soup, and a pot of black and greasy soup is seen. It is to let those who call flowers no longer have the trouble of getting sick from the mouth.

Seeing that this guy has such a pot of life-saving soup in his hand. Some other people also came to the door, begging this group of flowers to let them cook the food they begged for for the sake of the same family in Beitian Courtyard.

But many things in the world have never been poor but uneven. And whether it is a wealthy family or an ordinary person arguing about how thick or thin, even if it is called a flower, facing a pot of boiled baskets, they still have to divide the amount of meat and vegetables.

After a few arguments over this extra bite and half a spoonful of less folding basket. I don't know which one came up with the idea, so I took a few washed tiles to separate the broken pot from a few pieces of territory. A pot of soup is boiled and begged for by each other, and the soup is not messy, so there is nothing to do.

After a long time, this is called the medicinal soup water that the flower uses to cook the folding basket, and it is called a muddy soup pot. With those who know the prescription of the flower to go south and north to wander the world, this muddy soup pot naturally spread to Sijiu City.

It has to be said that the scenes in Sijiu City are bigger than those in other places, and the flowers that brought the muddy soup pot into Sijiu City are somehow connected with the folding baskets in Sijiu City. After a few times of the two, the flower simply gathered the food collected in the folding basket and put it in Sijiu City to start the business of this muddy soup pot.

As soon as it was dark, he set up a tent like a hundred clothes, sat on the stove and lit a lack of briquettes made of cinders, boiled a few pots of medicinal soup under the light of a few bean-sized lamps, and swept the folding baskets that had not been sold in a day and had changed their tastes, and served those poor people who had no money in their pockets but wanted to open a few mouthfuls of meat. When the tent pot stove was collected in the middle of the night, no one knew that there was a full banquet called flowers in this place last night!

The gentlemen in Sijiu City have always been good, although they can taste some meat in this muddy soup pot scene, but they have always eaten called flower rice, and it is not so good. Therefore, all the characters in Sijiu City who know about this muddy soup pot are silent, even if they are ghosts in the middle of Sijiu City like Duan Ye, they don't know anything about this muddy soup pot......

Listening to the middle-aged man's chatter without saying a word, Duan Ye waited until the middle-aged man told him a rough idea of the origin of this muddy soup pot, and then he couldn't wait to say to the middle-aged man: "This man, just about your knowledge, it is estimated that you must be the master of Beizhili!" Merely...... When you tell me these stories now, can't you be trying to relieve my boredom by calling my surname Duan? ”

Pinching the bamboo branch chopsticks in his hand, the middle-aged man who had been chattering for a long time pointed slightly behind Duan Ye with the chopsticks, and whispered to Duan Ye with a puzzled look on his face: "I said Duan Ye, you don't want to think about it, even you, the omniscient character in Sijiu City, don't know the ins and outs of this muddy soup pot, how many of those characters in Sijiu City who want to find Xiong Ye and the third master of Qi Jiaxing, can a few people want to come to this muddy soup pot to find people?" Don't look back. Just now you listened to my story absent-mindedly, in this muddy soup pot scene, there are many customers! ”

Stiffened, Duan Ye stretched out a pair of bamboo chopsticks and stirred them in the small iron grid. A pair of small eyes are boneless, and a pair of ears can't be erected to understand the movement behind them. But he stretched out his ears and listened for a while, but Duan Ye only heard the sound of the soup pot manager behind him taking food and serving wine for others. And the customers who had just entered the muddy soup pot scene were all talking to each other with their voices down, and they couldn't understand what they were saying at all?

Stretching out his chopsticks, the middle-aged man sitting opposite Duan Ye unceremoniously picked up a piece of fat from Duan Ye's small iron grid and stuffed it into his mouth. While slowly chewing the fragrant fat meat, he muttered indistinctly in a low voice: "Master Duan, the bear master under your hand." But you've been begging for a lot of food under your hands, right? ”

He nodded dumbfoundedly. Duan Ye subconsciously responded to the middle-aged man's question: "It's been some years?!" ”

Hehe chuckled, and the middle-aged man suppressed his voice very playfully and said, "Xu is Duan Ye, you have big rules, that Xiong Ye hasn't eaten enough all these years?" Otherwise...... Can this bear master take his belongings with him, and come to make up for this in the scene of running the soup pot blindly in the black light? ”

His eyes rolled quickly, and Duan Ye whispered as if he had suddenly realized: "This master, you mean...... Today, the scene of the big scattering of the scrolls in the Niu and Horse Market in the south of the city was made by Master Xiong? ”

He took the time to pick up the bowl that was at his feet. The middle-aged man laughed unhurriedly and in a low voice: "If this is left to you, even if you win the scene of the double dragon bet, all you can get is a few small coins of the two jujubes, why can't you roll up the silver bet on the scene, and then smear the soles of your feet?" Not to mention...... On the bullfighting scene today, the third master of the Qi family line estimated that he wanted to take advantage of you, the dark dealer, and he lit up in public! Duan Ye, you can be regarded as a master with a name and a surname, a head and a face in the scene in Sijiu City, and you also have some long-flowing wealth in your hands, but Master Xiong ......"

Gritting his teeth and putting his hand into his arms, Duan Ye clutched the twenty-shot pistol of Dezao, and whispered to the middle-aged man: "This man, listening to the meaning of your voice, I probably know where the surnamed Xiong is hiding?" I won't say anything about the soup next to me, if you can point out the past and present of the surname Duan, I will accept your favor! In the future, what is the place in Sijiu City where I can use my surname Duan, see you are two fingers wide and a strip, my surname Duan's order is obedient! ”

waved his hand at Duan Ye, who had a hideous look on his face, and the middle-aged man suddenly shouted in a calm voice: "Duan Ye, you just want to be able to take care of this matter on the scene today?" ”

As soon as he heard the middle-aged man's words, Duan Ye, who had already raised his buttocks, suddenly fell back to the half of the old city bricks: "This man, you...... You've worked hard...... Do you advise? ”

still had a calm voice, and the middle-aged man's voice unconsciously carried a bit of demagogy: "Master Duan, even if you can find Master Xiong when the city is in chaos, how many hard goods can he carry in that baggage, this is something to say!" In the scene of Ssangyong betting, you are the middleman. In case the hard goods prepared by Master Xiong can't withstand the number of bets on both sides, then the rest ...... Are you planning to pay out of your own pocket? Duan Ye, even if you really make up for this deficit by yourself, in the future, on the scene in Sijiu City, if you want to pat your chest and say hard things, it will be even more difficult, right? ”

Looking at Duan Ye's nodding again and again, the middle-aged Han Fang continued to speak: "Right now, the third master of the Qi family is also gone, and there is a place to talk here!" Duan Ye, you might as well think about it like this - if you have this ability at this time, come forward for the thousands of men who have made bets in Sijiu City, and find the hidden Xiong Ye and the third master of the Qi family to repay the bet, how big of a face do you have? I'll spare you one more word here—if you find out, the scene of this mass dispersal today is caused by the characters in the main gate of the new fire...... Master Duan, you can't hang up a little bit here, right? ”

Picking up the wine bowl at his feet, Duan Ye drank the mixed wine in the bowl in a few sips, and hugged his fist at the middle-aged man sitting opposite him with a pair of red eyes: "This man, my surname Duan knows it in my heart!" I have to ask you to guide me, the grandson surnamed Xiong, where is the cat at this time? ”

Shaking his head slightly, the middle-aged man stood up slowly: "Master Duan, I really don't know this!" Merely...... The patrons in the muddy soup pot scene just came in, and they all looked like they were all smoky? Master Duan, sit down, I'll take my leave first! ”

As soon as he heard the meaning of this middle-aged Chinese voice, Duan Ye, who had already mixed up with the thief in the scene of Sijiu City, immediately understood. Slightly arched his hand towards the middle-aged man who stood up, Duan Ye didn't look at the middle-aged man who walked out of the muddy soup pot tent, and quietly moved the half of the old city brick under his buttocks, and squinted at the seven or eight masters who were eating silently around a large pot, and the bamboo branch chopsticks in his hand were also unrestrained, just picking up the dishes cooked in the soup pot and stuffing them into his mouth.

I didn't know the taste of food, and I lived like a year, until Duan Ye sent the last bit of food residue cooked in the soup pot into his mouth, and the seven or eight masters who were so thin that they were like tuberculosis ghosts were full of food and drink, and then used a broken clay pot to fill a jar full of freshly boiled folding baskets, and then took a gourd with a missing mouth and poured half a gourd to mix the three rivers of mixed wine, and then they gathered together and walked towards the outside of the tent of the muddy soup pot.

Standing up hurriedly, Duan Ye walked quickly to the side of the tent, and when he heard the footsteps outside gradually blurred, Fang Cai opened a narrow slit in the tent, slid out sideways quickly, and walked straight to the shadow of the mouth of the alley where Fang Cai was sitting semi-paraplegic, and laboriously reached out and felt a piece of ocean from his arms and threw it into the shadows: "Fang Cai's gang, which way did you go?" ”

I didn't hear the movement of the ocean at all, the semi-paraplegia seemed to have caught the ocean, and he didn't show his face from the shadows at the mouth of the alley, but just shouted in a hoarse voice: "Fish have a way to fish, shrimp have a way to go, which way do you want to ask?" ”

As soon as he heard the black words in the mouth of the semi-paraplegic, Duan Ye's heart suddenly sank, and he raised his hand and threw it over again: "The avenue is facing the sky, go to each side!" Every mountain asks, borrows the bridge when encountering water, and the wind passes, each is convenient! ”

As if listening to Duan Ye's understanding of Pandao's black words, the semi-paraplegic who didn't show up at all said lazily: "Two groups of people! A group of people just passed towards the mouth of the south alley, and there was a person behind him, holding a half-grown child in his hand! ”

Throwing his hand into the shadows at the mouth of the alley, Duan Ye suppressed his voice and shouted, "Gentlemen, we have never seen each other!" ”

Following the direction pointed by the semi-paraplegic, Duan Ye crept into the dark alley, rubbing his toes against the ground and slowly stepping forward, for fear of stepping on and touching something to make a noise and expose his whereabouts.

With the faint light coming out of the courtyards on both sides of the alley, he had walked less than the distance of the two alleys, and Duan Ye had already seen a strong man dragging a half-grown child not far in front of him. And a few dozen steps in front of the strong man, the seven or eight lords who looked like tuberculosis ghosts, who had just eaten and drunk enough in the muddy soup pot, had already plunged into a cover shop with two broken paper lanterns!

Sticking to the root of the wall next to the alley, Duan Ye watched the strong man dragging a half-grown child, followed by the seven or eight masters who looked like tuberculosis ghosts and flashed into the shop. It was also in the blink of an eye that the strong man entered the door, perhaps to see if there was a tail behind him that he was staring at, and the strong man looked up and left and right a few times.

Under the dim light of the two broken paper lanterns in front of the shop, Duan Ye saw the face of the strong man, and it was the bear master who was being found by thousands of people in the city of Sijiu!