The eyes of the vendors were fixed on the group, hoping that they would finish buying the chickens and come back to their business.

"All the chickens are caught, and they are going to be killed...... Kill, pull ...... "The peasant woman was so excited that she stammered a little when she spoke, how much money can she make with such a big business!"

"Kill them all, pluck the hair!" the twisted second goods smashed a few copper coins on the table, and there was a loud sound.

Mo Shanghua asked coldly, "How many chickens are there here?"

The man surnamed Zhang, who is in charge, is very enthusiastic: "I just counted, there are 130 chickens here. ”

"It's too little, go get 200 more chickens. Mo Shanghua said coldly, looking at the second goods of the twisted bag.

The second person who twisted the screw was shocked: "Do you want so much? Are we going to roast more than 300 chickens this time?"

Mo Shanghua felt that Mengmeng would not be lost: "Since you want to do it, let's make it bigger." ”

A family next to him also sold chickens, and the boss came over: "Boss, I still have 50 here, help you kill them?"

Mo Shanghua nodded coldly, and the other family saw that there was a play, and hurriedly said, "I have 80 here." ”

"I have 60 ······ here"

"I ······"

The vegetable market suddenly became lively, and after a while, the whole business next to the vegetable market was not done, there were chickens for sale, busy selling chickens, and those who did not sell chickens helped kill chickens and pluck their feathers. Because just killing chickens and plucking feathers and taking internal organs, the second goods of twisting the baba gave a lot of money.

At the beginning of the afternoon, the front of Mo Shanghua was filled with piles of cleanly washed chickens that had been killed.

All kinds of spices and needed ingredients, as well as firewood, were all placed in front of the stall of the man surnamed Zhang. At this time, it really responded, money can make ghosts push demons, and even lotus leaves and mud from lotus ponds were enthusiastically transported.

The man surnamed Zhang felt very strange: "Do you roast chicken here? Will anyone come to buy it?"

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he asked again, "We Yongping people only eat one kind of chicken, called Yongping Yellow Braised Chicken, and no one eats all other methods here." ”

The implication of the man's words is: "You have a huge roast chicken here, and no one will eat it at that time, will you be fooled and insist on returning the chicken to him?"

Mo Shanghua had a cold face, ignored it, and had a very good attitude: "Don't worry, the money has been given to you, you don't care if our chickens are eaten, what we need, you cooperate with us, and the money will not be less yours." ”

"You're sick! Why do you care so much?" The mother-in-law of the man surnamed Zhang glared at him with a tiger face, disgusted that he was nosy.

Cheng Liangxin's attitude was very positive, and he rushed forward, raised his voice, and looked at Mo Shanghua: "I'm here to help you roast chicken, what do you need me to do?"

"You and Yu Feiyan are in charge of lighting the fire!" Mo Shanghua had already discovered that the same roast chicken, with the firewood lit by Yu Feiyan's magic fire or a different fire, the roasted chicken tasted different.

This is really a very magical picture, a group of gorgeously dressed sons and young ladies really start roasting chickens in a crowded place.

After a while, many people poured into the vegetable market, some people wanted to roast more than 300 chickens, and it was a group of young brothers and eldest ladies who looked very rich. Or in Yongping, where everyone doesn't eat other chickens except for yellow stewed chicken, such a group of people roasting so many chickens has suddenly become a news event.

The sound of the dishes is full of people inside and out, and it is particularly lively.

Soon, the first batch of roast chickens were taken out of the barbecue pile under the ground, and Cheng Liangxin slashed with Ming Hong's sword, and an unusual aroma suddenly filled the air. This kind of roast chicken wrapped in tea leaves, with the different fire of rain and swallows, the special seasoning of Mo Shanghua, and the best chicken roasted in Yongping Town, there is no better, only the best.

"Wow, is this really the smell of roast chicken? How can it be so fragrant?" A longest-lived man in town, who lived for nearly 90 years, sat in a wheelchair, trembling and speaking slightly, saliva dripping down as he spoke.

The old man next to him, who was wearing silk and satin, and looked like his grandfather, took out a large amount of copper coins from his arms and instructed the housekeeper next to him: "Go, go and pick the most beautiful roast chicken for the old lady to eat." ”

As he spoke, he forced himself to close his mouth, otherwise his saliva would flow down like an old mother.

The housekeeper stepped forward and politely asked the second cargo who was twisted, "Little boy, how many roast chickens do you have?"

Mo Shanghua had a cold face: "If you don't sell it, you won't sell it for any money!"

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, you roast so many chickens, and in such a crowded place, you don't sell them after roasting, are you doing a show?

He was not happy in his heart, but because of their dress, and even more because of the master's instructions, he explained kindly: "My old lady is very old, she is the oldest old birthday star in the whole Yongping Town, usually very childlike, the most lively. I hope the eldest lady can understand the old man's desire to satisfy his hunger, no matter how much the price is, just sell one to me!"

The hacker flower looked around, and suddenly had a sense, she secretly said to Yu Feiyan: "We should sell roast chicken, and if we sell it, we will have a chance." ”

Yu Feiyan doesn't care if she has a chance or not, anyway, the hacker flower asks her to sell, she will sell it, why not make money if she has money, this is not more serious than stealing money.

"Sell it! Sell it, 10 copper coins a chicken. "Yu Feiyan has always only stolen things, she doesn't know what the concept of 10 copper coins is, how many chickens can be sold, she just talks about it.

"10 yuan for a chicken?" The two goods of the twisted were startled, and said that this full man does not know that the hungry man is hungry, and he can always buy several chickens with money, and 10 yuan is a chicken, which is why Yu Feiyan, a lady who has no concept of money, dares to speak.

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and raised his eyes to look at their master. When the old man heard this, he was also startled, but he looked down and saw the old lady in the wheelchair, grabbing her little thumb and sucking her thumb desperately.

The eldest lord nodded without hesitation, and the housekeeper reluctantly took out a money bag from his pocket, counted out ten copper coins, and handed them over to the second cargo of the twisted bag.

The twisted second goods opened his mouth wide, and the pen that couldn't be closed, there was really a big wronged man in this world, and out of embarrassment, he picked the biggest roast chicken and handed it to the housekeeper.

The housekeeper took the roast chicken and shook his head helplessly, feeling that he was the stupidest fool in the world.