After Kasan left, Wang Xiang walked around the market for a while, and there were many strange things, but he didn't find anything to look at.

At noon, Wang Xiang found that the people from Huaiyuan Town actually had someone with the guy who cooked, unhurriedly lit a fire, and began to shout.

"Old yellow mutton soup noodles, six cents a bowl, more noodles, more soup and more mutton, who eats who knows."

Wang Xiang was amused by this shouting in his voice, he knew this thin old man named Lao Huang, the two had chatted when they were waiting for departure in the town before, but he didn't expect him to go to the market to sell mutton noodle soup, no wonder he was asked what goods he brought to the market to exchange him just a mysterious smile.

And there are not many people who have the same intention as Lao Huang, Lao Huang mutton soup noodles are just one of them, and you can also hear shouts such as Qin Ma wontons, Li's pancakes and the like, and there are more than ten different kinds of food, which are not much worse than the snack alleys of Chang'an City, and even some foods with local characteristics are not even in Chang'an.

It happened to be time to eat, Tie Dan had already begun to arouse hunger, and the crowd in the market was dense, and Wang Xiang was not convenient to go into the warehouse to get something, so he took Tie Dan and walked towards Lao Huang's noodle soup stall.

When I came, I didn't see Lao Huang with too many things, but I saw a small fat sheep hanging in front of his noodle soup stall, which had been slaughtered and washed, and there were two pots of boiling water next to it, one pot was boiling water, and the other pot was stewing mutton, and the rich aroma of mutton made people salivate when they smelled it.

When someone ordered mutton noodle soup noodles, Lao Huang picked up a handful of dry noodles and threw them into the clear water pot, and then skillfully took out a large porcelain bowl, sprinkled with sesame oil, salt and green green onions, and when the noodles were cooked, they scooped up the noodles and put them in the bowl, filled with a big bowl, and then fished out the crispy mutton from the stewed mutton pot and cut a few small pieces to cover the noodles, and finally poured a large spoonful of mutton soup, and a bowl of fragrant mutton noodle soup was completed.

When someone complained that there was little mutton, Lao Huang would laugh and shout: "The mutton soup is enough, add mutton and add money!" ”

Tie Dan was already drooling on the side, Wang Xiang shook his head with a smile, and said to Lao Huang, who was busy with his work: "Two bowls of mutton noodle soup, add the largest portion of mutton." ”

Lao Huang looked up and saw that it was Wang Xiang, and immediately smiled: "Okay, you wait, it'll be fine right away." ”

In Lao Huang's eyes, Wang Xiang is a big businessman from Chang'an City, and he is naturally very enthusiastic.

There are many merchants from various countries in the Western Regions in the bazaar, not to mention dry food, even the meals they usually eat at home cannot be compared with the food of the Tang Dynasty, and the same mutton can always make a variety of different delicacies in the hands of the people of the Tang Dynasty. The merchants from the Western Regions who come here to do business are not so bad for a few pennies, so as soon as the food stalls like Lao Huang arrive, many merchants from the Western Regions will gather here.

The fat sheep hanging in front of the stall by Lao Huang was bought directly from a merchant in the Western Regions, and it cost less than a thousand yuan, which is impossible in Chang'an, a fat sheep will cost thousands of dollars, but in the Western Regions, there are many small countries that live as nomads, and the cattle and sheep are not worth much.

However, this fat sheep asked Lao Huang to make mutton soup noodles, so that it took less than half a sheep to earn back the money to buy sheep, and the rest was net earning.

Wang Xiang couldn't help but sigh that the wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated, and whoever treats the ancients as fools is a fool himself.

There were too many people in the bazaar, and Lao Huang naturally couldn't get some tables and stools for people to sit and eat like the food stalls in later generations, and everyone basically squatted on the ground with bowls to eat noodles.

Follow the customs, Wang Xiang and Tie Dan also squatted next to eat noodles, plus the largest portion of mutton soup noodles for ten cents a bowl, this money is really nothing to Wang Xiang, Lao Huang's noodles are very good, the only thing that is not very satisfied is that there is less salt, a little light, it would be better if you get some chili sauce to mix it.

However, looking at the iron eggs eating smoothly, Wang Xiang knew that he was too demanding.

I was eating noodles when I suddenly saw Wang Xi coming over with a happy face, and shouted at Lao Huang: "A bowl of mutton noodle soup!" Then he squatted to the side, and it seemed that he often went to Lao Huang to eat noodles.

"Well, this bazaar isn't bad, is it?" Wang Xi asked a little ostentatiously.

Wang Xiang nodded and said, "It's really good, this market is much more prosperous than the town." ”

"Of course, our General Wang is smart, and the lives of his brothers are much better."

In the past, the sergeants had to always be vigilant against the people of the Western Regions who entered the town, for fear that bandits and thieves would be mixed in, and they would be tired to death every day and there would be no good treatment. Nowadays, it is enough to arrange for a small group of soldiers to go to and from the market once a day, and the income from buying and selling goods for the common people and the storage of goods for foreign merchants is much more than their salaries.

Seeing that Wang Xi seemed to be very excited, Wang Xiang asked curiously, "What are you trading here today?" He remembered that the sergeants had a cartload of goods of their own.

Wang Xi laughed when he heard the question: "A while ago, General Zhang led us to exterminate a group of horse bandits from Ruoqiang State, and obtained a lot of booty, and handed over eighty percent, and twenty percent for me to bring to the market to exchange some cattle and sheep to go back to reward the brothers." "The cattle he said are not ploughing cattle but yaks in the Western Regions, and the Tang Dynasty's ban on beef refers to ploughing cattle, and yaks have nothing to do with them.

Wang Xiang secretly smacked his tongue, it was impossible for the forbidden army in Chang'an to eat beef and mutton often, but the defenders of a remote border town could, no wonder the sergeants under Zhang Kuishan all looked very powerful. The food and salary of the border army can not be obtained in the hands of many layers of exploitation, if it is said that the sergeants under Zhang Kuishan are not like the people who deduct and oppress the people, Wang Xiang can see that the people of Huaiyuan Town respect these soldiers from the bottom of their hearts, how can an army that deducts and oppresses the people get the respect of the people.

At this time, the mutton noodle soup that Wang Xi called was ready, and he handed over six yuan casually, Lao Huang hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No, no, I have nothing to thank for the sergeants who escorted me all the way." In his opinion, if it weren't for General Zhang to set up a bazaar here, if it weren't for these sergeants escorting the people of Huaiyuan Town to and from the bazaar, how could ordinary people like him have such a good deal, so they didn't want to take Wang Xi's money at all.

Wang Xi straightened his face and said, "You want me to go back and be beaten with a stick." ”

Zhang Kuishan has set rules for his sergeants, and he can't just take the people's things, otherwise he will be served with a military stick, and the sergeants are not short of this money.

Lao Huang obviously knew the rules set by Zhang Kuishan, hesitated for a long time and still took the copper coin handed over by Wang Xi, turned around and took out the mutton from the stewed mutton pot and cut a few thick slices and covered Wang Xi's noodle bowl, the thick layer of mutton saw Wang Xiang speechless for a while, it seemed to be more mutton than his bowl of mutton noodle soup for ten cents.

Wang Xi shook his head helplessly and took the noodle bowl, he really couldn't refuse Lao Huang's enthusiasm.

A bowl of noodles can see many things, Wang Xiang has made up his mind, it is too wasteful for a talent like Zhang Kuishan to stay in Huaiyuan Town as a small border town general, this person must be taken away, and the trade market that will be established in the Western Regions is lacking such talents.

Li Er gave him a privilege, along the way, but if he needs, the characters can be called.