In the vegetable market after noon, the crowd has gradually dispersed, and the napping vendors are leaning against the pillars and floating around.

The vegetable market is a place under the strict jurisdiction of Jing Zhao Yin, and there is a school not far away, where Jing Zhao Yin is on duty in shifts, and personnel must issue a name card and stamp when entering and leaving.

Yes, another stamp.

Han Chuan looked at the dense red marks of different shades on his left arm, and was a little speechless.

Can a vendor like her, who comes every day, do a good job and get her an annual card?

The red marks were hard to wash, and it took at least four or five days to fade away—and now her arms were covered in stamps.

I know that she praises the freshness of the ingredients.

I don't know, I think she is too damp, and she cups every day......

Han Chuan slandered in his heart.

The vegetable market has such strict jurisdiction, probably because this is the largest vegetable and fruit meat market in the capital, right? Many liquor stores and restaurants are stocked here, and if the imported ingredients are mixed with strange things, the capital will be in chaos.

Han Chuan thought wildly in his heart, wandering aimlessly with a basket.

Use the trunk of the tree that two people hug together as a column, hang low and hang down the verdant branches and buds to make a shed, forming a natural eastern suburbs vegetable field, the sun is mottled in to form light spots of different sizes, if it is a rainy day, the dense and impermeable branches will block all the raindrops outside, and a few bunches of torches made of cedar bark that are not afraid of rain are lit in the shed.

If today's day is good, Han Chuan took a stroll in the vegetable market, and the decadence in his heart gradually dissipated.

There are many cute and lovely small dishes in the vegetable field, Yongcai and Ulva brought from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, white and tender Chinese cabbage, green wow wow cultivated without soil, bean sprouts with water and spirit, and various colorful mushrooms with mud on the umbrella handle...

There are also many spices.

Most of them came from the barbarian gang, and they became the ingredients of the Central Plains according to the local customs.

Spices are a good thing, and when they are sprinkled on the meat, they can be simply baked or fried, and the flavor of the spices and the aroma of the meat can be perfectly blended.

Han Chuan wandered aimlessly, the surname of the store he was used to buying on weekdays was Jia, known as the surname Jia, the goods were not fake, and he was doing a meat business, a huge fat pig hung on the beam to attract customers, and the stall was cutting large pieces of red meat, and there were a few unpeeled hares on the side. Han Chuan weighed five catties of half-fat and half-lean pork, and Boss Jia cut a large piece of oil and stuffed it into the bamboo basket of Han Chuan, "Ming'er wants to buy some fish, leave some for you?" ”

Fish stuffing is easy to get old and not delicious.

It's good to make kamaboko.

Han Chuan smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Boss Jia, if there are four or five catties of carp, leave me two." ”

Boss Jia shouted, "Gotcha! He knew that Han Chuan was setting up a stall on Broad Street, this little girl had bright eyes, and she could find good things in this vast eastern suburbs vegetable market, Nunu mouthed, and asked Han Chuan to go to the west, "... There was a little girl over there, from the mountains, who carried a big bamboo basket early this morning, full of two baskets of osmanthus flowers, and no one bought them all morning, and the big guy didn't know what to do when he bought it..."

Han Chuan squinted, osmanthus?

Quite right. Now it's October, and it's the flowering period of osmanthus.

But what can osmanthus do?

Han Chuan thought about it while walking towards that place, Boss Jia was right, it was indeed full of two large baskets of osmanthus flowers, the petals were picked very finely, they were all picked large, the color was beautiful, and the corners and corners of the petals were not yellow or damaged.

Before Han Chuan approached, he smelled the sweet and greasy fragrance of osmanthus.

Judging from the quality alone, these osmanthus flowers are good goods.

The little girl who sold the goods was only seven or eight years old, very thin, her arms were not as thick as sticks, her eyes were red, she cried at first sight, and her hands were tightly clutched on two large bamboo baskets.

"How do you sell your osmanthus?" Han Chuan asked with a smile.

The little girl looked up in panic, "Twenty cents... A basket..."

In the vegetable market in the eastern suburbs, sell osmanthus flowers for 20 yuan a basket?

Who will buy it?

Osmanthus can be used in dishes, but flowers are very particular about craftsmanship.

The flowers smell fragrant, but after heating, they are usually very bitter and astringent, which is very difficult to handle. And the appreciation period of the flower is very short, the fresh osmanthus I bought today, tomorrow will wilt and break, and the twenty dollars have been wasted.

The cost of the liquor store will be controlled at a quarter of the net profit, that is to say, the liquor store has invested 20 wen, expecting a profit of 40 wen, and processing the fresh osmanthus is time-consuming and labor-intensive, which is obviously not in line with the profit expectations of the liquor store.

Small wine shops will not buy it.

The reason is simple.

The chef in charge of the small wine shop will not handle such a tricky ingredient.

Han Chuan thought for a while, "Thirty Wen, I'll wrap up the round, is it okay?" ”

"Yes, yes!" The little girl was afraid that Han Chuan would regret it, so she quickly stood up and sent two big bamboo baskets to Han Chuan's side, "Deliver the goods to the girl's home!" You still have a bamboo basket hanging on your back, and you can't carry it! ”

Delivered to your home...

The lightning in Han Chuan's mind was like a flash of light.

A soft, surprised voice came from behind him.

"He Niangzi!"

Han Chuan turned his head, it was Jing Zhaoyin's Master Hu, seeing that he was dressed in a cyan silk Luo Wenqi, yellow, green, and red woven into a three-color flower brocade ribbon, a silver crown, and a neat errand dress, and remembered the special Jing Zhaoyin school at the entrance of the vegetable market, so he remembered that Lord Hu was probably on duty here.

Han Chuan smiled and saluted, and greeted politely, "Master Hu, you are on duty in the eastern suburbs." ”

Hu Wenhe was very happy.

was rotated to the vegetable market on duty, which gentleman was happy?

But seeing a familiar figure and a familiar face from a distance, he couldn't help but be happy, and saw Han Chuan holding a big basket in his hand, and two big bamboo baskets in front of him, so he said, "It's time to get paid, has He Niangzi finished buying the ingredients?" ”

Thinking of the four-color gift box sent by Han Chuan when he opened, he couldn't help but smile slightly, "He Niangzi has superb cooking skills, and now the stall is well-known on Broad Street, and two or three colleagues buy pies from your shop every day and bring them to the yanei to eat." The chief officer tasted one yesterday and praised it, praising it better than the craftsmanship in the palace. ”

The officials of Jing Zhaoyin are quite rich, and they can buy cakes for ten cents every day...

Han Chuan laughed, "It's also thanks to you, if you don't help you, it's hard to open a stall." ”

The sky is getting darker, Han Chuan is a little anxious, she has to go back to deal with the osmanthus flowers.

The little girl was also waiting nearby, ready to carry the goods at any time.

But Master Hu has no intention of leaving...

Han Chuan brushed his sideburns, lowered his head and stopped talking.

After a moment of silence, Hu Wenhe reacted, took off the brocade ribbon around his waist, handed it to his colleague on duty not far away, and lifted the big bamboo basket with osmanthus flowers on the ground one by one, "Let's go, I'm on duty." You two girls can't carry their backs, I'll help you. ”

Han Chuan was a little embarrassed, and just wanted to speak, but Master Hu strode forward, so she had to hurriedly lift her skirt and quickly catch up.

The figure in front of him walked very fast, he didn't want to wait for her at all, he walked through the streets and alleys in three steps and two steps, and entered the Iron Lion Alley.

Master Hu familiarly placed the osmanthus basket in front of the gate of the Bai family.

Han Chuan was surprised.

But I saw that Master Hu patted the ash on the brocade robe, turned around and walked towards the alley door at the left entrance of the alley, and was about to push the door in, but he remembered something, turned his head and smiled, "Neighbor, neighbor, don't call me Master Hu in the future, call me Wenhe." ”

Master Hu...

Dr. Hu...

Hu Wenhe...

Han Chuan was stunned for a long time in the fragrance of osmanthus before coming back to his senses.

Oh...

It turns out that Master Hu is the grandson of the white-bearded imperial doctor.

Han Chuan scratched his head, picked up the bamboo basket with one hand, picked up an osmanthus bamboo basket with the other, and then turned his back and dragged the other bamboo basket inside.

It's not heavy at all!

She can carry at least ten of such baskets!