At two o'clock in the fifth watch, when the sky was just white, the city tower on the main gate of the Taichu Palace in Luoyang, the god capital, began to report to the whole city.

The passionate drum sound ripples from the main gate of the palace to all directions, and then, the drum towers on the streets of the east, west, south and north sound in turn, the drum is divided into five waves, to beat eight hundred times, in the wave of bells and drums, the palace gate, the imperial city gate, the square gate of each lane is opened one after another.

The monks rang the morning bell one after another, and the beating drums were intertwined with the deep and distant bells, waking up the divine capital of Luoyang, and millions of people greeted the rising sun from the eastern sky.

In each square, snack bars opened for business long before the drums on the gate of heaven were beaten.

In the Xiuwen Workshop, there are food stalls everywhere, and the firewood under the stove is jumping brightly and warmly.

The shirtless Hu master "bangbang" baked cakes......

Master Meng from Jiaodong opened the steamer, the white air was steaming, and the fragrance was overflowing......

The old man Wei Chi, who had two beards that were bent like hooks, took the freshly baked haode sesame Hu Cake out of the oven one by one with a bamboo tong, and placed it in the bamboo basket like a flower, and the sesame Hu Cake was golden and crisp and fragrant......

At the entrance of the second curved alley of Xiuwenfang Cross Street, there is a small shed, under which a large cauldron is supported, and next to it is a long panel, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with a blue cloth apron around her waist, rolling up her sleeves, revealing two white arms, is working while greeting the guests cheerfully.

The eldest girl was born quite beautifully, especially the small mouth with the corners of her lips naturally raised, and she was a little happy when she looked at it.

Don't look at her small rice stall, but it is complete, the pot is boiling soup, the stove is burning firewood, there is a large piece of Haode dough on the board next to her, a rolling pin is dancing neatly in her hand, and a thin flatbread is rolled out in a moment, and it is stacked neatly, so that the knife is all inextricably linked.

There are many guests, and there is a lot of work under the shed, she has to knead the dough, roll the dough, cut the strips, put the pot in the pot, and deal with the guests, and she can cope with it alone.

A tall and thin man with a wide robe and big sleeves, stepping on high-toothed clogs, quite a Han Jin ancient style, walked to the front of the rice stall flutteringly, and said very succinctly: "Noodles, a bowl!" ”

This small shop only sells noodle soup, and there is no need to specifically say that he wants to eat noodles, but he is actually greeting the big girl.

The eldest girl's surname is Jiang, because her father and mother are such a daughter, so they specially gave her a big name, called Jiang Xuning. Miss Jiang's noodle soup is a must-have in Xiuwenfang, get up in the morning to drink a bowl of sliced soup, it is full and warm, and the nearby residents often come to take care of her business, and after a long time, they all call her noodles without a name.

"Great!

Miss Jiang agreed, took the big bowl, picked up a basket of noodles from the pot of boiling water, and added two spoonfuls of old soup, all of them were familiar guests, she knew his taste very well, no need to ask, she quickly ordered some green onions, ginger and leek flowers, and the thin and tall man who had the ancient style of Qin and Jin put down the three pennies, rolled up the big sleeves, picked up the big bowl and squatted on the side of the road to fill his five internal organs temple.

As soon as the "Han and Jin ancients" left, another person came up from behind, only a little taller than the cauldron, and his hair was tied with an old strip of cloth, but it still looked unkempt. He bowed to Miss Jiang in a regular manner, and said in stiff Chinese: "Mine, a bowl, xiexie." ”

This is a Japanese people, although he is a guest, the same to spend money, but his attitude towards the shopkeeper is very respectful and polite, the previous Japanese people are not like this, but a few years ago a "Battle of the White River", the Tang Dynasty beat their sailors to the annihilation, the Japanese people no longer dare to put on a "Emperor of the East to the Emperor of the West" arrogant shelf. …,

At the gate of Xiuwenfang, the people who were waiting to go out had gathered a large group, because they had not seen the Fangding to open the door for a long time, some people couldn't help but rush into the Street Drum Pavilion, and couldn't wait to beat the "Dong Dong Drum", and the two Fangding who were on duty today were belated, and they were walking side by side on the cross street in the Fangzhong.

The man on the left was about eighteen or nineteen years old, yawning like a hippopotamus. He yawned and buckled his eyes, his hand touched the key at his waist, his belt was loosely tied, his head was a little uneven, and he walked as if he had a spring under his feet.

Originally, these fangding were equivalent to the chengguan of later generations, and when the fang was hiring them, the selection criterion was to be brave and ruthless, and they could suppress people. In this era, calling people like them "bad people" and pretending to be such virtuous people is not in vain for this good name.

The man walking next to him looked two years younger than him, and this young man was much more attractive, with a thin waist and a straight figure, like a sorghum that had absorbed enough water, and he was full of spirit from his bones.

The young man's appearance is also good, his eyebrows are handsome, the bridge of his nose is straight, his lips are clear and full, and he has a girl-like delicate air. Unlike the other fangding, he walked without shaking his shoulders, and was very steady and powerful.

The sleepy-eyed man is called Ma Qiao, and he is an only child at home, but he has many cousins, and he ranks sixth among his cousins, so the acquaintances in the fang call him Ma Liu.

The handsome young man on the right who is two years younger than him is named Yang Fan, and he has only been in Luoyang City for more than half a year, and it is said that he moved from Jiaozhi, and there is a brother in his hometown, so acquaintances call him Yang Er or Erlang.

The big girls and little daughters-in-law in the workshop are idle, and it is recognized that Yang Fan is the most handsome one among the 187 square men in Xiuwenfang, plus he is kind and simple, shy and shy, and is quite popular ---- women.

At this time, he is smiling and greeting the neighbors, wheat-colored skin, snow-white teeth, sunny and handsome temperament, very popular with women nowadays, especially his smile, always with a little shy, with a little shy, when he meets a hot girl's flattering eyes, his face will be slightly red.

It's so red that it makes women's hearts itch.

Women are this kind of creatures, they are spring, if you are strong, she will be weak, if you are weak, she will be strong, when you meet such a young and handsome, you will blush at every turn, and the big girls and little daughters-in-law who are bored in the workshop often take pleasure in teasing him, and every time he makes him blush, he will haha happy for a long time.

Ma Qiao rushed to the front of the fang, and saw that the "dong dong drum" was still beating, so he said dissatisfiedly: "What to shout, what to knock, and not to rush to the funeral!" ”

An old man immediately slapped him on the back of the head and yelled, "You little rabbit, no big or small, how do you talk?" ”

A lady next to him grabbed his ear and shouted, "Roll the account, boy, look at me and don't tell your mother when I turn around!" Look at the Erlang, how polite and well-behaved, they are two years younger than you, you learn a little! ”

Ma Qiao was taught a lesson by his uncles, aunts, uncles and aunts who watched him grow up since he was a child, and quickly closed the stinky mouth that caused trouble, like a rat crossing the street, he squeezed to the door of the shop in embarrassment and took out the key to open the door, and Yang Er also took out the key and opened another lock.

As soon as the door opened, there was a "boom", and the people who had been waiting for a long time rushed out, carrying baskets, carrying burdens, pushing carts, and leading mules......

Ma Liu and Yang Er stood at the door and didn't have time to walk away, like two reeds in the wind, they were swept away by the crowd. Ma Liu was staggering because he couldn't stand on his feet because he was sleepy, and as for Yang Ermo'.........,

Hey! Maybe it's a big girl and a little daughter-in-law who take the initiative to squeeze up and rub his oil, our Tang Dynasty women are very strong, appreciating beauty is not just a man's patent, if you see a handsome and cute and delicious little Langjun, women are also willing to take advantage.

When all the people gathered in front of the gate were gone, Ma Qiao and Yang Fan turned around twice like a spinning top, and then they stood still.

Yang Fan greeted Ma Qiao: "Brother Qiao, are you going to eat noodle soup?" ”

Ma Qiao yawned, waved his hand and said, "No, A-Niang has already cooked the meal, I'll go back and eat with A-Niang." ”

Ma Qiao is a well-known filial son in the workshop, so filial piety, so much so that the workshop even thought about reporting him to the court as a candidate for filial piety. It's a pity that in addition to filial piety to parents, "filial piety" also requires erudition and integrity.

And Maqiao only has the benefit of filial piety to his parents. He can't talk about erudition, and he doesn't even know a word about this rammer. As for the integrity of the conduct, sizzle...... Don't mention it!

Yang Fan agreed, Ma Qiao walked towards the cross street with his trembling step by step, he walked a few steps like sleepwalking, suddenly remembered something, hurriedly stopped and turned around, called Yang Fan and said: "Xiaofan, tonight, old place, old time!" ”

Ma Qiao said, and gave Yang Fan a quick look, Yang Fan understood, and smiled shallowly: "I know!" Brother Qiao, don't worry, I will arrive on time. ”

Ma Qiao nodded, yawned and turned to leave, Yang Fan suddenly called him, looked up and down, and said suspiciously: "Didn't we do anything last night, why are you so sleepy?" ”

Ma Qiao was suffocated, and he glanced at him angrily and said, "You get up so early every day, aren't you sleepy?" ”

Yang Fan looked at his back, shook his head inexplicably, and walked towards Jiang Xuning's noodle stall.

The diners who were squatting on the side of the road with soup bowls saw him coming and greeted him warmly:

"Yang Er, it's early!"

"Jiro, morning!"

Time is long, it is already the first year of Yongchang.

It's a morning in Luoyang, the eastern capital,

It's also a morning in Luoyang Xiuwenfang!

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