Song Ying is not a person who is easy to retreat, no one asked her to make flowers, she went door-to-door to sell her flowers, but she wore out her mouth, lucky, people only closed the door after listening to her, bad luck, she just started, people closed the door, she ate a basket of closed doors!

"Alas!" After eating the closed-door soup for the twenty-eighth time, Song Ying squatted and sighed, it seems that it is not so easy to make flowers and dumplings for people.

"Girl?" An old man came over with his hands behind his back, dressed very well.

"Grandpa, what's the matter with you?" Although Song Ying cheered himself up, he was still wilted and was hit.

"Girl, this is Guan Ye, he has traveled south and north in his life, there is no place in this world that he has not been, Guan Ye, you can tell me, there is a full moon for the child to eat this called ......"

"This is called Hua Glutinous Dumpling, as early as the Han Dynasty, and the Song Dynasty "Dream Liang Lu" recorded that people made flower dumplings on festive days." These are all taught to her by her grandmother in her previous life, and Song Ying is like a stream.

"Han Dynasty? Song dynasty? Girl, what are you talking about, Guan Ye, don't listen to it, she's talking nonsense. The man pulled the old man who was called Guan Ye away.

Song Ying then remembered that she had traveled to ancient times, but it didn't mean that this ancient was the ancient times in history, she frowned, "I'm talking about people with the surname Gu and Han, whose names are Dai, in fact, the reason why I know how to make flowers and dumplings is because these two old immortals told me in my dream." ”

"Immortals? Girl, you didn't say it earlier! As soon as they heard that it was the flower dumplings made by the gods to teach Song Ying, several people immediately looked at Song Ying with awe.

Guan Ye picked up the noodle tiger made by Song Ying and asked, "Girl, what is the color on this?" ”

"Vegetable juice, you can eat it straight." Song Ying hurriedly said that she felt that this old man was interested in flowers, and she added, "If you ask me to make flowers, ...... A hundred wen is enough. ”

Song Ying learned a lesson, at the beginning she said that half of the two scared people away, in order to have a customer, she decided to reduce the price.

Guan Ye touched his chin, looked at the noodle tiger and said, "Girl, you come with me, my eldest grandson will have a tail tomorrow, you can make a few noodle tigers." ”

"Okay."

Song Yingle followed Guan Ye to a courtyard, the yard was not big, there was a six or seven-year-old boy in it who was hitting the sparrow on the tree with a slingshot, and when he saw Guan Ye, he threw the slingshot and pounced, "Grandpa, have you bought a tiger that can be eaten?" ”

Guan Ye is a grandson slave, his grandson's name is Yuanbao, and he yells to eat tigers, and Guan Ye goes out to find tigers for his grandson to eat.

Yuan Bao looked behind his grandfather, and followed a sister, his mouth was open enough to swallow a goose egg, "Grandpa, this sister is called Tiger, you want to cook her for me to eat?!" ”

Bear child, he is not a Tang monk, and he can't be eaten meat.

Guan Ye's beard trembled, and said that Song Ying would make a tiger that could be eaten.

Yuan Bao circled around Song Ying twice, touching his chin and shaking his feet, "Grandpa, she's a liar, right?" ”

Calling herself a liar made Song Ying angry more than saying that she was a female bandit, she took out the flower dumplings she made, pointed to the tiger in it, raised her chin and said, "Look, this is a tiger that can be eaten." ”

Yuanbao jumped up like a monkey, grabbed it and ate it, and flattened his mouth after eating, "It's okay, it's a little smaller, I want to eat the boss's tiger." ”

"How big?" As long as there is noodles, no matter how big the tiger this kid wants, Song Ying can make it.

Yuan Bao compared a big circle with his hand, Song Ying said that she could make such a big tiger, Yuan Bao led Song Ying to the kitchen, where is the white noodles He is clear, he pointed to the noodle jar, "It's full, it's not enough, it's not enough, I'll ask my lord to buy it again." ”

Of course it's enough, this is a full tank of noodles, and you can't use ten noodles as big as a tiger, Song Ying rolled up his sleeves and wanted to make noodles, and Yuan Bao asked Song Ying to make one hundred and eighty on the side.

Song Ying pushed him out, "Call your grandfather, don't be blind here, you kid." ”

To be a 180 big noodle tiger, she has to do it for two or three days, and she only earns 100 yuan, which is really a loss.

Yuan Bao held his little chest, "My lord listens to me, you just do what I say, do a good job, I will reward you!" ”

took out a piece of silver from his pocket, put it in front of Song Ying angrily, and thought that the edible tiger was not ready, Yuan Bao put the silver back in his pocket, and the little adult said, "Do it well, the master is satisfied, and the silver is yours." ”

Song Ying pouted and began to make noodles with the tiger, until the sun was slanting in the west in the afternoon, and the tiger was steamed and the color was good.

"Okay, no!" Yuan Bao rushed in again angrily, and if the tiger was not well this time, he would drive people away.

Song Ying let go, revealing the flowers behind her, in addition to the face tiger, she also made gourds and small swallows, all of which are cute and cute, but Yuan Bao likes the two face tigers, and he doesn't let go of his hand when he holds them, and takes out the silver to Song Ying, "The tiger is mine, and the silver belongs to you." ”

Song Ying walked out, and Guan Ye gave her half a tael of silver, "Girl, take it, my grandson is happy, this half tael belongs to you." ”

Song Ying took out the silver that the ingots gave her and returned it to Guan Ye, "Grandpa, this is what your grandson gave me, and I will return it to you." ”

Yuan Bao is still a child, and his silver Song Ying will not ask for it.

Guan Ye gave the silver to Song Ying again, saying that the silver given by their Guan family would never be taken back, but Song Ying insisted on not wanting it, "Grandpa, this silver is not what I deserve." I want what I deserve, but I can't ask for this silver. ”

Song Ying is very principled, she needs silver very much, but she shouldn't take it, she won't take it, even if Guan Ye only gives her a hundred Wen and ingots of silver, she will return it to Guan Ye.

"You girl, stupid, so let's let the carriage take you back to the village." Guan Ye finally got back the silver that Yuan Bao gave to Song Ying, and he saw that Song Ying really didn't want it.

"Grandpa, can I take the carriage to another place first?" Song Ying thought it was late and it would be too late today, but if there was a carriage to sit on, it would be completely too late.