Chapter 34 [You're Not Planning to Eat This Thing Raw, Are You]

In the past, Li Qingshan was shy in his pocket, and he also came to the market a few times, but he didn't visit much every time. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info I still have more than 100 coppers in my pocket today, so let's go shopping.

This bazaar was first built by nearby vendors at their collective expense, and was chosen in a location with extremely convenient transportation, only a dozen steps away from the post station representing the government. The main reason for the demand for a market here is that it is a major transportation artery, which is convenient for travel and easy circulation of goods. The establishment of the post station is also based on the convenience of transportation, and at the same time, it also brings more people to a certain extent, which further stimulates the production of the market.

At first, it was just a simple earthen wall, a roof was built, and a few large pillars were supported at the bottom, and below were split stalls, one after another.

Saying that it is a stall, in fact, it is to draw a boundary on the ground, and the vendors have negotiated in advance, and the stalls are distributed to different people according to the amount of capital, you sell fish, he sells meat, I sell cloth, who is next to whom, whose area is large, all these things are agreed in advance. If you want to set up a table to display your goods, you can, please bring your own table and chairs.

Later, more and more vendors wanted to come here to sell things, and it was obvious that there were not enough stalls inside, so some people set up outside. But if it rains, there will be no stalls outside, and in this case, all the vendors will be forced to squeeze into the not spacious market, and those who pay will not be happy.

So every once in a while, there will be disputes, and serious fights will break out, especially those butchers who sell meat, who do the work of killing every day, disagreeing with each other, drawing knives against each other, this is just a matter of a thought.

Moreover, it is okay for the market to be initiated by the private sector, but if the management is still managed by the private sector, it is only a matter of time before something goes wrong.

The government has always been helpless, but it is just helpless, but if any official really wants to solve this problem, he may not be able to find such a responsible person. Shinong Industry and Commerce, although the business is ranked last, but after the founding of the Sui Dynasty, Yang Jian actually attached great importance to private commerce, although he did not dare to let go too much, but he always wanted to manage it well. Since the above has this meaning, the people below can do things easily, and finally the original small market was torn down and rebuilt, the land was expanded, and some funds were raised from among the vendors, and the advantage was that the funders could get a fixed stall of different sizes and areas according to the amount of money they had contributed, and it could be used for leasing and trading.

At the same time, the government has raised the specifications of the bazaar, and the supporting desks are provided by the government, but there is a certain management fee. There are also scattered stalls with no desks in the bazaar, which are stalls to put it bluntly, and you can set up stalls freely, although there is no charge, but it is not fixed, and the hands are fast and slow. Fortunately, there was chaos before, but this time it was well planned, the place was big enough, and there was rarely a scramble, and the market slowly stabilized and prospered. Even later, the government brought some nearby land and built several circles of shops around the bazaar, forming an intermediate bazaar, and the business district of the surrounding shops is also a rare business circle on the edge of the river.

The things sold in the market are quite miscellaneous, and there is everything to eat, wear, and use. When Li Qingshan came out of the bazaar and was about to go home, in addition to a bucket of fish, he also carried a few catties of rice, a few small paper bags, a whetstone, and three pig's trotters.

Pork was regarded as an inferior meat in this era, and people with a little status ate mutton at home, and people only ate pork. Pork belly is the dirty meat of cheap meat, so it is naturally not welcomed, so it is very cheap.

When passing by the north and south wine shops with this large pile of things and things, I saw Chen Ruolan standing at the counter from a distance, with a serious expression, looking at a paper book that should be an account book.

She is wearing a moon-white long dress today, dressed in a plain and elegant, which is really a little incompatible with a place like the wine shop counter full of fireworks, and the shrewd and capable strong woman temperament that can be exuded from her body is very compatible with this place, and this contradiction makes Li Qingshan a little entangled for a while.

I wanted to go up and ask about the soy sauce, but when I thought about it, it had been less than 24 hours since the soy sauce was pulled away, and I chased people to ask, which seemed to be a little too anxious. Now he was anxious about other things, so he didn't stop too long and went straight home.

When he returned home, when Father Yang went to work, Li Qingshan came to the yard like a thief with the two pigs, threw them on the stone table, and went to carry a bucket of water, and then took out the whetstone and put it next to him.

He endured the fishy smell and washed the two pigs' briskets over and over again. When I pinched my nose and washed it halfway, I really couldn't stand it, and finally I had an idea, and I went to the corner of the yard and took two of Daddy Yang's baby garlic, peeled them off, ground them with a whetstone a few times, and then wiped them on the pig's belly.

Although the smell of garlic is not good, the deodorization effect is still good, and the sterilization effect is actually very strong.

The pork belly was almost washed, and then he began to get down to business, gently holding it with his hand, and carefully grinding it against the whetstone.

The washed pork belly is like a deflated balloon, very elastic, and it is conceivable that when the pig is in a hurry, this thing is propped up.

When one side was almost grinded, Li Qingshan changed it to another side, saying self-deprecating words such as "It's finally on the B side", but his hand was never idle.

When both sides were almost thin, the young man Huo Ran stood up, faced the rising sun, carefully spread out the pig belly in his hand, and checked the thickness of the light in the morning light, because this would directly affect its light transmittance.

After a while, Li Qingshan muttered, "It's not thin enough, it should be even thinner", then sat down again and continued to grind.

Grinding and grinding, I suddenly thought that this sentence just now seemed to have been said by myself before, but after thinking about it for a long time, I didn't come up with the situation of saying this at that time.

In his previous life, he would never have done such a ridiculous thing, strange, why did he actually say the same thing?

I thought that my head was about to crack, and finally it dawned on me, as if once when I was shopping for a set on the Internet, after reading the product details, I did say the same thing, and when I think about it, it was word for word.

Although the difference between buying a set of sets and grinding pig belly seems to be 108,000 miles, it is actually possible to use the same line to express different moods, and it is also drunk to think about it.

Japan is definitely a very BT country, and the Japanese have an almost terrible obsession with many things, such as the thickness of the sleeve, and they make it thinner and thinner, and finally it is only a few tenths of a millimeter, which is incredible. Although Li Qingshan doesn't like the Japanese, sometimes, he has to admire some of their spirit.

Thinking about these messy things in my head, the first finished product was finally completed, and after re-testing, the light transmittance was passable, much stronger than just now.

The second Li Qingshan decided to learn the spirit of the Japanese, and on the basis of the first one, he tried to be a little thinner.

When he was trying to make the thinnest pig belly in the world, a Chinese face appeared in front of him.

Looking at this strange scene in front of him, Yang Daxuan didn't know what expression he should make. For this younger brother who suddenly killed, he has always been in this state of mind. Although he did not resist his arrival, it was impossible to say that he was welcome.

As for the things Li Qingshan did, he was sometimes shocked, but at most he stuck out his tongue behind his back.

"Qingshan, what are you doing here? What is this? Yang Daxuan lowered his head and leaned in to observe the lump of things on the table carefully, "This...... Isn't this a pig's urine? Why are you fiddling with this? ”

A series of questions smashed from Yang Daxuan's mouth one after another.

Li Qingshan smiled awkwardly.

He deliberately waited until Daddy Yang left, but he didn't expect to forget Yang Daxuan, this guy walked away without a trace before dawn a few days ago, and he was so well-behaved today, and he didn't go out so late.

"Why is this smell so strange, you actually added garlic to it......" Yang Daxuan said and frowned, he obviously thought of some strange possibility, raised his head and looked at Li Qingshan incredulously, and asked in a trembling voice: "Qingshan, you don't plan to eat this thing raw, do you?" ”

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Note: 脬, pronounced the same as "throw", refers to the animal bladder.