Wen Shu and Wen Tai went home and brought out the food that Wen had in the stove room and ate it hastily, and then they went about their work.

Father Wen was worried about returning the belongings to the Zhao family as soon as possible, so he lit an oil lamp at night and split a large section of leftovers into small pieces suitable for making handles, and other meticulous work, such as planing and grinding, could only be left for the day because the light was dim at night.

Wen Shu saw that her father was busy and it was not easy to go to bed early, so after washing the dishes and chopsticks, she took a thousand-character text and sat next to her father, looking at it with a dim oil lamp.

She has been studying for half a year now, and this thousand-character text has just been completed, and she almost recognizes ninety percent of the words in it, and the remaining one percent is more difficult to remember.

Half an hour later, a few stars quietly flashed in the dark sky.

Father Wen rubbed the injury of some back pain, put the split wooden strip aside, and said to Wen Shu on the side: "Don't look at it, rest early." ”

Seeing that her father was done, Wen Shu nodded, rubbed his sour eyes and got up and said, "That father will also rest early." ”

Wentai answered, and the two fathers and daughters went back to their rooms, and the night was dark, and there was nothing to say all night.

The next day, as soon as the belly of the fish was white, the two of them got up again.

After Wentai washed up, he threw himself into the housework, and Wen Shu saw that he couldn't help, so he could only go into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Tying an apron, she made a small stove, filled the clay pot with water, then added a few tea buds, and when the water boiled, she took out a small clay pot from the cupboard, which was filled with tea powder for cooking grandma's tea.

It is mainly a powder made from roasted yellow chestnuts, fried white sesame seeds, olives with kernels and meat in Jiangnan, and husked walnuts from Saibei.

Pour the 'Apo tea' powder into the boiling tea, and then light it with cold water, the tea will boil again, and then light it with cold water, so that three times, the Apo tea with good color and flavor will be good.

This tea has the effect of nourishing qi and spleen, strengthening the waist and kidneys, when the weather is cold, Wen Shu loves to boil this tea for Wen Tai to drink, in order to reduce his back injury.

After frying the grandma tea, Wen Shu scooped another large spoonful of flour from the wheat noodle vat, only to add two more spoonfuls after thinking for a while.

Now that the shop is gone, and the court subsidy is less than half of what was expected, she must find another way to add input, otherwise this year will be sad.

After thinking about it, she finally set her eyes on the food that was within reach in front of her, took out the two white siads that her father bought yesterday from the corner, washed them, chopped them, and then chopped the oil residue left over from the boiling oil and adjusted the filling.

As the sky gradually brightened, the faint sound of saws sawing wood could be heard outside.

When the sun completely burst out from the east, emitting ten thousand golden rays, the Wen family's kitchen also came with bursts of fragrance.

Picking up the white and soft white woad stuffed trowels into the bamboo blue with a clean white cloth, Wen Shu went back to the room and took a pulp washed white robe and stacked it in several layers to cover it to prevent it from cooling.

After all this was done, she carried the bamboo basket out of the kitchen, and Wentai, who was working in the same courtyard, greeted: "Dad, the trowel and grandma tea made for breakfast, the tea is hot in the pottery urn, you remember to eat, I'll go out first." ”

After that, she hurried out of the hospital without waiting for her father to respond.

The city of Tokyo was the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, and its population was as high as one million, among which the city of Xiangmofang was crowded together, even in remote places such as the north of the city, it was densely populated.

Gai is also because its night market is extremely prosperous, every day three watches before resting, and the fifth watch is back again, because when Wen Shu walked on the street with a basket, the street was already crowded.

"Sency some tea and medicinal soup, do you want the little lady to come to the soup? The shop has soy soup, lychee round eye soup, dust-free soup, ......"

"Butterfly face, water slippery side..... Little lady, let's have a bowl of noodles."

Wen Shu refused the hawker's lively solicitation, biting the white trowels he made in his hand, and secretly wondering where to sell this basket of trowels?

The street is obviously not suitable, the breakfast stalls on both sides are varied and full of flavors, and her vegetarian trowel is not brilliant here, and the possibility of being chosen is very rare.

After thinking for a moment, a place suddenly flashed in her mind, Liujia Lane on West Street.

Nowadays, most women are lazy to make breakfast, and even lunch and dinner are bought together, and she should be able to bump into some women who have just gotten up and don't want to eat breakfast.

Liu'an Lane is not far from Xiaocha Lane, from the end of the street to the right hand, and then through Zhouxi Lane, through two openings.

Different from Xiao Cha Lane, where the front shops and the back of the houses are located, Liu'an Lane is really an alley where only people live, and most of the people living in it are small stalls and vendors who move in the market, or people who work as coolies at the docks.

These people's daily spending is relatively economical, and they belong to one money to be broken into two flowers, and her basket of trowels that is not brilliant should be able to have some market in that place.

After thinking about it, Wen Shu hurried to Liu'an Lane.

The weather has cooled down, and the trowels in the basket have been out of the pot for a while, and if you don't hold on to it, it's really going to be cold.

"Cooking cakes, selling cooking cakes, freshly out of the pot cooking cakes......."

As soon as Wen Shu turned two openings and walked to the mouth of Liu'an Lane, he heard this shouting sound.

Following the prestige, I saw a man in a brown short taxi who was selling along the alley with his back to her, and the voice should be a teenager.

Wen Shu looked at his body and saw that there was nothing wrong with him, so he cleared his throat and learned from the young man to sell: "Trowel, sell trowel.... Freshly out of the pot, fragrant white trowels ........."

The young man heard the voice, looked back at her curiously, and then turned his head back and continued to shout.

Wen Shu didn't care, this alley was not her home, and it was normal for others to shout.

"Trowel, fragrant white trowel........." She shouted as she walked forward, and as she moved forward, the crisp and pleasant sound of selling gradually spread.

An Niangzi, who lives in the seventh room at the head of the alley, was reprimanded by her mother-in-law early in the morning, and her heart was on fire, and when she heard the sound, she seemed to have found an outlet, and opened the courtyard door angrily, shouting: "The little lady who sells trowels, you come here." ”

Wen Shu listened, only said that there was business coming to the door, and immediately laughed and asked, "This lady wants to buy a trowel?" ”

An Niangzi glanced her up and down, raised her chin and asked, "What kind of stuffing is your trowel?" ”

"How many white stuffings do the lady want?"

An Niangzi snorted coldly, looked at the mother-in-law who was bending over to freshen up in the courtyard, her eyes were sharp, and she scolded Huai: "But you dare to call it fragrant if you are a vegetarian stuffing, I see that your little lady is no different from those deaf and dazzling old women at home. ”

Seeing that her expression was not good, Wen Shu only felt confused, and he didn't know where he had provoked her, but in the spirit of businessman and the idea of making money, he still explained with a smile.

"The lady doesn't know, my dish is made of lard, in addition to a lot of meat residues in it, there is a fragrance of its own, if the lady doesn't believe it, you can buy two to taste."

"Scrap of meat?" An Niangzi was stunned.

"Yes, how many do you want to buy?"

After scolding, the fire in An Niangzi's heart dissipated a lot, and she was about to answer, but the old woman suddenly scolded sternly: "You lazy woman don't go to make a stall, and you put it at the door to make a mess with which wild man." So saying, the man was coming this way.

An Niangzi's expression stiffened, her face seemed to have overturned the colorful plate, and then she said sharply: "What did my mother-in-law say, it's just a little lady who sells trowels, and I'm thinking about buying two trowels for Da Lang to take to work." “

The old woman became even angrier when she heard this, and rebuked: "You ruined girl! The most important thing to carry work at the dock is to carry hunger, what trowels to buy! It's only serious to buy two cookcakes.

An Niangzi's face turned red when she heard this, and she felt that she had lost face in front of outsiders, and was about to throw off her sleeves and close the door, but the old woman had already walked over, pushed open the half-covered courtyard door, and looked at Wen Shu outside.