The man shook his head: "I've been in the capital for more than ten years, and you weren't born at that time, how can I know the people you fought with when you were a child?" ”

"No, no, that person is from us, I saw him go out through the back door of the coffin shop, except for our own people, who else can go through the back door, you say that there is no surname Cui, right?" Flatbread took a flask from his bosom, opened it and took a sip.

The aroma of wine overflowed, and the man's eyes widened as he stared at the flask in Flatbread's hand.

Flatbread thought he wanted to drink, so he handed him the wine jug: "Authentic Xifeng wine, I brought it from Xi'an, you can taste it." ”

The man took the flask, stroked the pattern on the flask, loved it, but did not drink, and asked, "Where did you get this flask?" ”

Flatbread's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said: "This is what I bought in Yulin, and the merchants of the Western Regions sold it, if you like it, you can take it and play with it." ”

"How can this work, this thing ......," the man refused.

"This thing can be bought in Yulin, and I will have the opportunity to go to Yulin in the future, you're welcome, you can take it and play with it." Flatbread said cheerfully.

"Speaking of which, I'm still half from Yulin, alas, I haven't been there for twenty years." The man sighed with emotion as he spoke, and he was no longer polite, and carefully put the wine jug into his arms, and talked about the customs of Yulin with the flatbread.

As he spoke, the flatbread said: "The beef bun you said is still there, the business is getting bigger and bigger, and the semicolon has been opened to Xi'an." Cui Xiaoyu likes to eat beef buns the most, and I don't know if it was him that day. ”

Hearing this, the man touched the mustache on his lips and thoughtfully: "The surname is Cui...... It's not from our side, maybe it's ......"

Seeing that he was silent, as if he was embarrassed, the cake had an idea, and asked, "Could it be the prince's person, then he came to the coffin shop to send a letter?" ”

The man nodded: "Those of them are elusive, unless they are delivering letters, they will not come to the coffin shop, we see them, and we don't see them, in fact, it doesn't matter if they see it or not, their appearance is different every time, and they will change their appearance." ”

And so it was.

Flatbread said: "So I can't see Cui Xiaoyu, alas." ”

"Shhhhh I think your little brother is a good person, so I'll say a few more words, next time you see that person again, if it's in the coffin, it's okay, if it's on the street, you must not go over to say hello, that's hurting people, understand? “

The cake nodded again and again, but his mouth kept muttering: "Alas, he is really pitiful, and I don't know if he is doing well in the capital." ”

The man frowned, and thought: "I do remember that there is one, about the same age as you, when he came once, he was disguised as a vendor selling rock sugar gourds, and when he left, he gave me one, even if his face was disguised, the voice of the voice was not loud, and he would not be more than twenty years old." At that time, I still thought, how can the prince rest assured to send a hairless half-grown child to the capital, but now that I think about it, maybe it is the Cui you said. ”

Flatbread looked sad: "Selling rock sugar gourds, it's really pitiful, that kid has never suffered since he was a child." ”

When he got out of the coffin, he wandered down the street, and suddenly, with a slap on the head, ran in the direction of the palace.

The palace is located in the middle of the capital, outside the palace wall is an east-west street, there is a majestic name, called Antai Street, but the people in the capital call this "Yamen Street".

Therefore, as the name suggests, this street is full of various yamen, and the six departments, five temples and three courtyards are here.

The place where the flatbread comes from is Yamen Street.

The people who come and go on the Yamen Street are officials of all sizes, not to mention those who sell rock sugar gourds, and even ordinary people can't see them.

The flatbread scratched the scalp and was a little disappointed.

Out of Yamen Street, it is Anding Street. Although Anding Street is not prosperous, there is a teahouse.

Flatbread entered the teahouse, only to find that there was no storyteller in this teahouse, and there was no singing, if it weren't for an old man dressed as a scribe playing the guqin, Flatbread would have thought that he had gone to the wrong place.

Come to the teahouse to listen to the old man play the guqin?

The pie is boring when you think about it.

No way, who let this place be next to Yamen Street.

The flatbread asked for a pot of tea, two dry and two fresh, and the teahouse was deserted, only a few scholars drank tea and listened to the piano, and kept shaking their heads, as if they had been intoxicated by the sound of the piano.

The flatbread beckoned, Xiao Er ran over, and the flatbread asked him: "I came from the countryside, the first time I came to the capital, when I was in the countryside, I heard that the rock sugar gourd in the capital is the best, but why can't I see it sold on the street?" Brother, do you know where it is? ”

There are not many customers in the store, Xiao Er is very idle, he didn't expect the cake to ask this, looking at the cake with a silly look, Xiao Er was amused, and said: "It's not the right time for you to come, it's hot, the rock sugar gourd will melt when it's made, of course it's not sold, you come back in winter, and you can see it at that time." ”

"Winter," Flatbread said to himself with a disappointed face, "Those who sell rock sugar gourds only do business in winter, so they have no business to do at other times, and they have to starve to death?" ”

Xiao Er was happy again and said, "Can you still starve to death if you have craftsmanship?" This is the capital, not your countryside, and there is no starvation in the capital. They sell rock sugar gourds in winter, dried fruits in spring, jelly powder in summer, and hawthorn cakes in autumn, and business is doing well. ”

The flatbread licked his lips with his tongue and asked, "Liangfen, the Liangfen in the capital is also better than ours in the countryside, there are all yamen around here, I'm afraid there are no sales?" ”

Xiao Er smiled and said: "Your little brother is really asking, although we are guarding the yamen here, and those who sell cold noodles dare not sell them on the street, but they can come to our teahouse to sell them." ”

The eyes of the flatbread glared out: "Selling in the teahouse, where, where else?" Why didn't I see that? ”

"It's all Sven people here, of course he can't come inside, it's in the back alley, if you want to eat cold noodles, just say it, and bring it to the back alley, just give you a bowl of cold noodles and give two more money for running errands."

"Then you can bring me a bowl." As he spoke, he took out a whole string of copper coins.

A whole string of copper coins to buy a bowl of cold noodles, Xiao Er was happy, and after a while, a big bowl of cold noodles was placed in front of the flatbread.

After eating the jelly, he went to the back alley according to Xiao Er's guidance, and there were actually three jelly stalls in the back alley.

Flatbread found the stall that he looked the most pleasing to the eye, sat down, and said, "Come to a bowl of cold noodles." ”