After getting up early in the morning, Xiang Youbao finished cleaning the yard lightly, and then walked through the gong stand in the main gate of the fire three times according to the habit of the past, and then went back to the house to get a hand towel and walked towards the sweet water well in the corner of the yard.

In the courtyard of Lao Beiping, if there is a sweet well poked in the courtyard, the price can be turned upwards at least, and the poor can also say a few hard words when bargaining.

Because of the sweet water well of the baby, many people who poke a sweet water well in the yard will buy some green bricks that burn porcelain on the Daxing brick kiln, build a well platform around the sweet water well, and then make a strong bluestone slab to make a manhole cover and buckle it.

In this way, it is to prevent children in the family from being ignorant and falling into trouble while playing on the edge of the well, and secondly, to protect the area around the sweet water well, so that people will not kick some dirt and leaves into the well water, which will spoil the taste of the sweet well.

Standing on the well platform, stretching out two fingers, Xiang Youbao picked up the manhole cover that Na Jiuye had to move with two arms as if he was juggling, raised his hand and put the manhole cover aside, grabbed the bucket resting on the side of the well and threw it into the well.

At the same time as the dull sound of the bucket falling into the water sounded, Nalan's low-voiced shout suddenly came from behind Xiang Youbao: "I just poured cold water on my body when I was in a hot sweat, I was going to provoke the illness and let people serve you, didn't you?" ”

Turning his head to look at Nalan, who was already dressed and was standing at the door combing his big braid, he lowered his voice and smiled evilly at Nalan who had a strange look on his face: "If I can have a junior sister to serve me, then I wish I couldn't get sick in this life!" ”

Gently spitting at Xiangyou Leopard, Nalan ran all the way into the kitchen. But after a while, Nalan had already walked out of the kitchen with a pot of warm water covered in the firewood and grass hole, and put the pot of still warm water at the kitchen door: "Why don't you come over and take it yourself, and wait for me to send it to you?" ”

With an exaggerated sneer, Xiang Youbao rushed to the door of the kitchen in three or two steps, and looked at Nalan who was feigned anger with a flattering face: "How dare you work for your junior sister?" ”

Seeing that Nalan didn't plan to take care of himself at all, but just prepared the family's breakfast by himself, Xiang Youbao lowered his voice and shouted to Nalan: "Senior sister is preparing my meal, I'll go out to eat today!" ”

Turning around and glancing at the leopard, Nalan angrily poured back the thin noodles that had been scooped out of his noodle pocket: "Then don't eat it in the future!" The food of a small family, I'm afraid it won't be able to meet your appetite! ”

flatteringly bowed towards Nalan, and Xiang Youbao salivated and said again and again: "How dare I dislike the food cooked by my junior sister?" Isn't this going to see the house at the main gate of Zhushikou's fire?"

His body moved slightly, but Nalan didn't look back, but just scooped out some fine noodles from his noodle pocket again: "Noon pancakes, bring some bean sprouts, sauce and meat when you come back!" ”

Like a horn in a singing opera, Xiang Youbao pressed his throat and said a sentence from Peking Opera: "Get an order!" ”

Happily washed away the sweat on his body, Xiang Youbao changed into clean clothes, and walked out of the courtyard with his legs raised.

It's still early, and there aren't many idlers on the street except for some old neighbors who walk early. In the shops that opened the door panels in the morning, most of the young men who had just been hired this year were yawning and wiping the door panels.

Looking back and forth at the shops that have opened their doors and panels, they have walked less than two bowls of tea, and the original old hall of the main gate of the fire is already impressive.

Sitting down next to a tofu brain stall facing the big house, Xiang Youbao asked for a bowl of vegetarian tofu brain, and then bought eight steamed buns from the bun stall next to him, and ate them slowly.

Although the sky has already dawned, and there are large families on the street who get up early to carry water back and forth, there are quite a few green-skinned gangsters in and out in front of the big mansion that looks deserted on weekdays.

Without exception, the green-skinned thugs who came out of the big mansion were all yawning, holding a few bills in their hands, and they scattered in a hurry as soon as they went out.

And the green-skinned thugs who had just arrived at the door of the mansion also walked into the mansion for a while, and then came out of the mansion, and stood crookedly by the door of the mansion, dozing off with drooping eyes, and hardly paying attention to the passers-by who walked past them.

As if he was addicted to eating, Xiang Youbao drank up the tofu brain in front of him in a few sips, and raised his hand to the boss standing behind the tofu brain stall: "Shopkeeper, please drive another bowl, shiitake mushroom marinade, coriander should be thick!" ”

Crisp voice agreed, the boss standing in the tofu brain stall quickly served a large bowl of tofu brain for Xiang Youbao, and then sprinkled a layer of chopped coriander thickly, and sent it to Xiang Youbao with both hands: "The tofu brain you want, if the coriander is not enough for you to say hello, I have enough here!" ”

Smiling and thanking the boss with a smile on his face, Xiang Youbao lowered his head and slowly drank the fragrant tofu brain, and gave a thumbs up to the boss without raising his head: "You tofu brain is really the number one in Sijiu City!" Not to mention the side, just this marinade, as soon as you enter it, you know that it is a slow boil of southern shiitake mushrooms, right? It's really a lot of money! ”

Listening to the praise of the leopard, the boss of the tofu brain stall smiled like a flower on his face, and smiled while wiping his hands with his apron: "This master has been lifted!" There are people who make tofu brains in Sijiu City, and the Bai family has to count the tofu brains as the number one! But you are really a connoisseur, my shiitake mushroom is really made with shiitake mushrooms from the south and boiled all night! ”

Raising his head and taking a breath of hot air, Xiang Youbao glanced towards the side of the mansion intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was quite curious and smiled at the owner of the tofu brain stall with a smile on his face: "This morning, I still woke up early, I didn't expect there to be earlier than me?" What kind of business is that big house? So early in the morning, a guy stood at the door to greet customers? ”

Raising his eyes to look at those listless green-skinned gangsters, the owner of the tofu brain stall couldn't help but laugh in a low voice: "Who can welcome guests like this, then don't you call the shopkeeper to resign?" That big mansion is not a business at all! ”

Putting on a curious look like a guest from outside, Xiang Youbao gently put down the spoon in his hand: "Then what's going on?" ”

Xu is early in the morning there are not many guests, the idle tofu brain stall owner grabbed a rag to wipe another clean table, while laughing with a little show-off tone unique to the masters in the city: "It's not open during the day, but it's open at night!" Women don't open, men do! What kind of deal do you say this is? ”

Widening his eyes in surprise, Xiang Youbao whispered in disbelief: "Kiln? ”

Shaking the rag in his hand, the owner of the tofu brain stall smiled dumbly and said, "Your master is from outside?" Have you ever seen a kiln with such a deserted door? This is a fan opera building, singing a fan opera! ”

With a confused look, Xiang Youbao pushed the remaining half bowl of tofu in front of him forward: "Fan Opera Louzi? Powder play? ”

Putting the rag next to the stall, the owner of the tofu brain stall shook his eyes at the big house: "You should have heard the play in Sijiu City seriously?" The corners on the stage are all dressed up and voiced, and they have to meet at the stage, right?! But I don't know what to say about this fan opera, and I heard that it is a gentleman who has studied foreign books, saying that Peking opera has to bring forth the new, so he made such a group of wild operas and opened a new school of Peking opera in this big house! ”

pretended to be boring, and Xiang Youbao suddenly seemed to lose interest: "It's a new style of Peking opera, isn't it?" Didn't Mr. Mei Lan Fangmei also sing the new Peking Opera? What does it seem to be called "A Wisp of Linen"? ”

Stamping his foot hard, the owner of the tofu brain stall was obviously a fan of the play, and whispered angrily: "I can't listen to what you say!" How can this fan opera be compared with Mr. Mei's new Peking opera? This fan drama is clear, that is, a group of wild actors only wear a belly pocket and red shoes and sing blindly on stage, and the words have been changed so much that they can't listen to them! Every night when I go in to watch the fan play, almost all of them are frequent visitors to the flower street and willow lane in Sijiu City, and they are rushing to see those wild operas with their arms and legs exposed, with an open stomach and bouncing on the stage, where is there a serious person who goes to listen to the play!? ”

As if hearing the words of the owner of the tofu brain stall, the shopkeeper who sold steamed buns next to him also interjected: "Who said it wasn't?" My stall comes out early and closes late, and every night those men who watch the powder show come to eat my supper. Listening to what they said, the wild opera who sang powder opera didn't know where he learned the way, so he got some small clothes worn by foreign women, and sold fat all over the stage.

also glanced at the green-skinned thugs standing at the door of the big mansion, and the owner of the steamed bun stall couldn't help but lower his voice: "There are also those who are singing and singing and are all stripped naked!" You see, it's the guy who just came out of the mansion, the guy who has read foreign books and made such a fan play! ”

Looking in the direction indicated by the owner of the bun stall, Xiang Youbao looked at the middle-aged man in a suit and hurrying away with a foreigner's crutch, and said to himself: "I really can't see that a gentleman who reads foreign books can still catch the road with these gentlemen on the street?" ”

With a sneer, the owner of the steamed bun stall greeted the guests who had just come to the door, and smiled at Xiang Youbao: "Dare to love you, this master is really from the fairy palace, and you don't know the fireworks in this yang world?" Now in this pearl market, which one can't pass the three passes? The government of the Republic of China wants to collect taxes, the patrol police station has to pay fees, and those gentlemen on the street, if you don't make a few, do you still want to be able to set up stalls and do business in Zhushikou? ”

After drinking the remaining half bowl of tofu brain in front of him, Xiang Youbao raised his hand and put a few big children on the table: "Aren't the gentlemen on the street in Zhushikou under the Xiong Ye who poked the pole in Zhushikou?" ”

The lid on the cage drawer was quickly fastened, and the owner of the bun stall replied cheerfully: "Who else could it be?" ”