The man looked over thirty years old, and he was not very tall.

Because of the strength of carrying rice, the muscles on the arms and back protruded, and the shirt was full.

He walked to the kitchen with his head covered, and compared to those thin and weak men, he could probably hit two with one punch.

This person, no matter what his martial arts skills are, just this brute force is very exaggerated.

And what made Lin Fan notice him was not only his strong physique.

On the streets of the market, there is no shortage of capable people.

Those who make a living by strength would have starved to death if they had thin arms and legs.

What really made Lin Fan secretly look at it was the two-meter bag.

The rice is very full, and the mouth is tied with a thick rope, and the way the rope is tied ......

Lin Fan took a sip of tea.

If he is not mistaken, it is a common method used by horse thieves in the Xiliang area to tie things up.

Horse thieves rob, pay attention to efficiency, bag and tie things, to be fast, many, stable, in order to quickly resolve, horses gallop and bumpy, do not have to worry about the bag from the horse's back to loosen and fall, bamboo basket water.

Those who do grain business in the capital use board trucks to deliver goods to various shops, and they rarely bundle things like this.

The man moved in and out three times, and then found a corner to sit down, and drank tea to quench his thirst.

Huang Yi noticed that Lin Fan was paying attention to the man, and his mind changed, and he turned his head sideways to ask Xiao Er: "Your business is okay, and you have to work hard to deliver ingredients in the middle of the night." ”

"I have all the nobles to take care of the business," Xiao Er smiled, "Our shop does business at night, and we can't trouble others to be busy at night, so we usually deliver goods during the day." Today is a coincidence, their rice village can't provide for our shop during the day, so they sent a few bags less, and only made up for it at night.

However, Childe can rest assured that although the rice was transferred in a hurry at night, the quality is definitely not bad, and the porridge cooked is still the same taste.

No one will smash their own signboard. ”

Huang Yi nodded.

With Xiao Er's introduction, the man also stood up and bowed.

Lin Fan and Huang Yi came as soon as the shop opened at night, and at this time, the hot porridge came out of the pot, and one of them used a bowl first.

The hot shrimp porridge is made with rice grains turned into flowers, and the aroma of the rice blends with the fresh aroma of the ingredients, making people very appetizing even in the middle of the night.

It looks bleak, but the entrance is just right.

Shrimp meat has its own sweetness.

While using it, Lin Fan thought that there was a time last year, at the same time in Xisi Hutong, he invited Qin Luan to drink porridge.

At that time, they were waiting late at night, a bowl of hot porridge to fill their stomachs and warm their bodies.

Fang Tian bought it nearby, and the taste should be good, but compared to the bowl that Lin Fan is drinking now, there must be some gaps.

This can't be blamed on Fang Tian for not buying things.

At that hour, Pingjiang Building had not yet opened, and there were many people in and out, and the topic was very uninhibited, and Fang Tian's temperament couldn't think of buying it here.

Today, perhaps because he was sitting here in a dignified manner, the other guests spoke a little more scruples.

At the moment, there is nothing particularly unpleasant to the ear.

If it's a weekday......

Before the gentlemen came over, they were either in the flower building or in the gambling house, and their smug mouths were boundless, and they unexpectedly wanted to move back to some scenes with verbal prestige.

After a long time, I can more or less hear some secret things about the nobles in Beijing here.

Those things that are not there may not be much use.

However, it is not impossible to find gold from the sand.

Lin Fan pondered the business while using porridge.

A bowl of belly, he pondered, next time he had a chance, he could buy one for Qin Luan to taste.

With Qin Luan's taste, he should like it.

I just don't know if there will be a next time in this shop.

The man's method of tying the rope is due to his personal reasons, or is it brought by the rice shop behind him, or the place like Pingjianglou that collects information can't be inseparable, so you can know it after careful investigation.

Lin Fan glanced at Huang Yi lightly, and then withdrew his gaze.

This clue was spit out by Huang Taishi.

One day, Huang Yi knew that his respected grandfather was doing something under the water, and he didn't know what kind of state of mind it would be.

Huang Yizheng wiped his mouth, and when Lin Fan looked at him, the back of his neck was numb: "What kind of eyes are you?" I almost thought I was dying. I asked you to eat a bowl of porridge, you don't have to be so hateful, right? What's more, if you insist on sitting in the lobby, it can be regarded as a tribute. ”

Lin Fan didn't answer this, but only urged: "Now that the porridge is finished, hurry up and let the store fill two servings and leave." ”

"Two copies?" Huang Yi was stunned.

"Your grandfather wants to drink," Lin Fan asked rhetorically, "doesn't my mother want to?" Come on, bring her one. ”

Huang Yi nodded thoughtfully.

Well, people, it's like that.

When you encounter something delicious, fun, or beautiful, you especially want to share it with others.

or parents, elders, siblings, or sweethearts.

Thinking about it like this, Huang Yi really wanted to ask Lin Fan and that Qin girl how they were doing, but this was obviously not a good place to talk, so he quickly suppressed his curiosity and urged Xiao Er.

Start with hot porridge and never have to stay here anymore.

Out of Pingjiang Tower, Lin Fan did not go with Huang Yi.

Now that you have a clue, you have to follow it again.

The temple won't run, but the monk will, in case that man is a lone ranger, and has no other connection with Mizhuang or porridge shop, he must follow today.

Lin Fan followed himself and handed the hot porridge to Fang Tian: "Send it back to the house first, let the kitchen be warm, Ming'er's mother got up and sent it to her." ”

Fang Tian smiled shyly and muttered, "The little one thought that you bought this porridge for Miss Qin." ”

After speaking, seeing Lin Fan squinting at him, Fang Tian didn't dare to say any more, and ran away.

Looking at Fang Tian's back, Lin Fan sighed.

He wanted to give Qin Luan a taste, but in the middle of the night, Qin Luan had already fallen asleep, so he went over the wall to deliver a porridge......

What a problem with this.

Lin Fan waited for a quarter of an hour before the man came out of the Pingjiang Building.

As Xiao Er said, tonight is an unexpected business, there are no other rice bags on the cart, the man pushes the flatbed cart, steps up, and finally settles on a shop called "Majia Rice Village".

The front shop and the back house, and a large warehouse, snoring came from the house.

The man entered a room, in which the candles were lit and extinguished, and apparently he also slept.

Lin Fan waited in the dark opposite corner of the shop for a while, but didn't see any other movement in Mizhuang, so he also returned.

Early the next morning, before the morning court, Lin Fan asked Fang Tian to inform Feng Jing and check the bottom of this rice village.

Selling grain for a living has gone through government procedures, and those who can do this business have some background behind it.

By the time Lin Fan went down, Feng Jing had already inquired about it.

"The head of the house is called Ma Gui, a native of Puzhou, who was originally a businessman who went north and south, made money, and went to Yamen five years ago to open this rice village.

Not only in the capital, but also in other state capitals, large and small rice villages have opened thirteen.

Business in Beijing is average, and I heard that there are three other shops that are doing well in the local area," Feng Jing said, "Why did you suddenly set your sights on this rice village?" ”