The boss has been in business for more than ten years, and all the street sweepers on this street know each other. It is said that the people who come to eat here on weekdays are except for the officials in the yamen and the poor villagers who complain, that is, these street sweeping slaves.

Most of these street sweepers used to be ladies and ladies with fine clothes and food, but now they feel extravagant even when they come to his small stall to eat wontons, just like this Zeng Auntie, they can't afford to eat wontons, and they are satisfied with drinking a bowl of wonton soup.

The boss scooped a spoonful of soup into the broken porcelain bowl of the gap, thought about it, ordered two drops of sesame oil in the soup, and he came in with a steaming wonton soup, and caught a glimpse of two people like golden boys and girls on the table who were looking at the soup in their bowls with their necks stretched.

The boss was confused by them, and he didn't know what kind of style these two smoked, so he came to his little stall again and again to eat wontons.

"Wonton soup can be given for free, no money?"

It was the pretty little girl who spoke.

The boss nodded: "Uh-huh." ”

"We want it too!"

Through a table, the boss can also feel the joy on his face...... It's like picking up a big ingot.

The boss suddenly flashed a thought, the next time these two come back, shouldn't they just drink soup without wontons?

The boss began to regret what he had said, so he sat down by the stove with a look of regret, peeling the garlic while roasting the fire, and did not forget to listen to the voices inside.

It was the rich couple of children who spoke, and they only heard the little girl say, "This wonton soup is really good, delicious, and I will ask for a bowl when I finish drinking." ”

The little boy was obviously an honest man and didn't speak, but the boss remembered that just now the little boy also asked for a bowl of soup that didn't cost money.

The little girl said, "The blue and white Yutangchun bottle that my grandmother gave me was shown by Mr. Quan in the antique shop, and it is genuine, not a fake." ”

The boy asked, "Which antique shop?" ”

"It's the innermost one on Yamen East Street, Mr. Quan is the palm eye of that family, and he rarely sees customers on weekdays, only when he encounters something as good as my bottle, Mr. Quan will personally palm his eyes."

The boy sighed and didn't ask again.

But the little girl was still unsatisfied, and said, "I heard that Mr. Quan is ugly." ”

The young man didn't seem to want the little girl to talk about people behind her back, so he said, "Don't say that people are ugly, in case they have been injured." “

"Yes, I remembered, there is a man named Wei Er in my Zhuangzi, his face is scalded by hot water, which is scary." The little girl is a hearty character, and when the boy talks about her, she is not angry.

The boss is not interested in the conversation between the children, but he is very, very interested in the daily life of the young master and the young lady of the big family.

He still wanted to continue listening, but Aunt Zeng came out of it with the broken bowl, put the bowl in front of him, and said politely: "Thank you boss, you are busy, I am going to work." ”

The boss took the bowl, nodded at Aunt Zeng, and watched Aunt Zeng walk into the cold wind with a broom.

The boss shook his head, it's evil, it's obvious that the man in the family has done bad things, but he wants to affect his wife and children, alas!

As soon as Aunt Zeng left, the little girl who talked a lot and the young man who spoke very little came out of the house.

The boy was about to pay the money, and a young man who followed the little girl paid the bill first, and the little girl smiled and said to the boss: "Your wonton soup is so delicious, I'll come back next time." “

The boss is helpless, next time will you come to drink wonton soup that doesn't cost money?

Li Bu'er took a broom, swept east and west, and swept to Yamen East Street.

A street sweeper saw her and asked, "Sister Zeng, why are you here, aren't you on duty on the front street today?" “

Li Bu'er sighed and said, "After sweeping over there, I don't have anything to do, and I can't go back to my residence, so it's better to come here to help you sweep, and it won't be cold when you start working." ”

The street sweeper understands very well, she also feels the same way, every time she finishes her work, she can go home after work, but they can't go back until the evening, usually it's just that, now the weather is getting colder, they can only freeze on the street, it is better to work.

"Then thank you, Sister Zeng, I'll go over there and sweep it, I'll bother you here, if I finish early another day, I'll go to the front to help you." Street Sweeper said.

"Thank you, you're welcome, go get busy, I'll sweep it here." Li Bu'er grinned, revealing a mouthful of snow-white and neat teeth.

The street sweeper thanked him again, picked up his broom and went to the front.

Li Bu'er looked at her back, subconsciously shook her wrist, the silver bell hidden in her sleeve tinked, Li Bu'er made a grimace and walked towards the innermost shop.

It's almost the Chinese New Year, and the shops on Yamen East Street are doing brisk business, except for the innermost two.

The shopkeeper held a small purple sand pot in his hand, opened the thick cotton curtain, stood at the door of the shop, looked up at the slightly gloomy sky, and said to the guy behind him with a smile: "You see, this is holding back the snow, if only this snow could fall in a few days after the New Year." ”

The guy said: "What's so good, it's snowing heavily during the New Year, and it's not convenient to go out to pay New Year's respects." ”

"You know what, this is called Ruixue Zhaofeng Year." The shopkeeper scolded with a smile.

The guy touched his face and said with a smile: "You are always knowledgeable, you know everything, you are more knowledgeable than Mr. Wang Quan." ”

The shopkeeper glared at him, and was about to reprimand him a few more words, when he suddenly saw a street sweeper coming this way.

The street sweepers around here are in shifts, today you sweep here, tomorrow I will go there to sweep, although the shopkeeper can't recognize it all, but after so many years, he can also recognize a familiar face.

The shopkeeper pointed to the pile of charcoal ash in the tree pit at the door, and beckoned to Li Bu'er, a street sweeper: "Come, take these away, and when the wind blows, all the ashes will fly to the shop." ”

Li Bu'er agreed, walked over quickly, took out a frozen bun from his arms like a trick, and said to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, you are a good person, can you let the little woman use the stove in the shop to bake dry food, this cold day, the little woman can't find a place to bake dry and cool, the shop in front is full of guests, the little woman dare not ask." ”

Li Bu'er said pitifully, and the hand holding the bun was frozen red, as if it had been swollen.

The shopkeeper has been running an antique shop on this street for more than ten years, and he has long been accustomed to the desertion in the shop, and no matter how good the business of other people's shops on this street is, it is also rented his own place, so he is not jealous.

But this street sweeper looks strange and pitiful, she was originally a daughter of a good family, maybe she is still an official's wife, and she has fallen to such a point, and she has to eat cold dry food in the cold winter.

"Okay, there are no customers in the shop at this time, you can come in and bake dry food, and by the way, clean up the ashes and slag." The shopkeeper said.

Li Bu'er thanked again and again: "The little woman will sweep the shop for you, don't worry, the little woman won't steal." ”

"Of course I'm relieved, you are an official slave, and there is a yamen on it, besides, no one dares to steal our shop."

There is still one sentence that the shopkeeper has not said, that is, if someone dares to steal their shop, they don't want to live.