Shuofang City in late autumn is very cold and blurry, especially in the mist and rain, it is even more beautiful and heartbreaking.

Outside the city are grasslands and deserts, and in the distance, you can see the mighty river rushing through.

Standing quietly at the head of the city, Yang Chuan thought a lot.

As a cook, I don't have much sense of substitution for the current Han Empire, and I lack that basic respect; The people and things in Chang'an City seem to be too far away from him.

In a word, that inexplicable sense of alienation made him feel very lonely.

'Still not rooted......

Chang'an City is too close, and the slightest disturbance may cause great trouble; Luding City is too far away, so far away that Yang Chuan himself will occasionally forget it.

Now it seems that Shuofang City is very good.

Yang Chuan sighed secretly, walked down the city slowly, held a sheepskin umbrella, stepped on the muddy yellow mud road, and walked in this border city far away from Chang'an.

In the more than a year that Gongsun Ao was the Taishou, there were not many people in Shuofang City, except for some officials' families, there were only some down-and-out military households, and the so-called shops were almost all the property of those officials; Now, after an 'anti-corruption storm', there is not one official in Shuofang County, and these shops have naturally lost their foundation, and many grain stores, restaurants, restaurants and kilns have almost closed.

Troubled times use heavy codes.

For this sentence, Yang Chuan once felt unimpressed; However, when he himself was at a certain historical juncture and personally created a 'great purge', he had a very painful feeling-

Poverty is the original sin of the world......

……

In the evening, the rain fell heavier.

In the yellow mud alley, in the three or five simple shops, the mutton fat lamps were lit early, exuding a dim light, which also contrasted with the sound of rain outside.

In the Hu family's steamed bun shop, Yang Chuan asked for a basket of mutton-stuffed buns, chewed them slowly, and looked very serious; At the same time, there are also a few small surprises.

Shuofang, Yunzhong, Dingxiang, and Yanmen are actually more suitable for growing wheat; Therefore, when Yang Chuan promoted flour in the area of Chang'an City and cooked all kinds of noodles in different ways, the big dogs in Guanzhong naturally ate their mouths full of strange aromas and soon became lovers of pasta.

But in fact, this subtle impact is extremely far-reaching, for example, in the current border city, all kinds of pasta, has become the mainstream.

Oily meat noodles, sour soup noodles, steamed buns, steamed buns, dumplings, mutton steamed buns, meat sandwich buns, these popular delicacies in Chang'an City, in Shuofang City, are also popular.

Therefore, this cage of mutton buns, he ate it very deliciously.

'The Han Empire: Starting with a Cage of Mutton Buns......

While eating the buns, Yang Chuan thought about it with a bit of bad taste, if he was allowed to choose again, he might not go to Chang'an City with all the hardships, not to mention his own crimes, and let his mentality be bad.

can only say that creation makes people, this bullshit world, it's really a bit boring.

Thinking so crankily, a basket of steamed buns fell into the belly of his Changning Marquis, and it was very comfortable to drink a bowl of noodle soup sprinkled with coriander......

"Xiao Langjun, do you want a cage?"

The curtain in the back hall was lifted to a corner, revealing a rather white face, but it was the hostess and cook of the bun shop, the sister-in-law of the Hu family.

This woman is not very old, about twenty-four or five years old, her face is white and plump, and she looks very eye-catching, but there are already fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

"It's okay to have another cage, but can you change the filling?" Yang Chuan rarely came out alone, and he was in a good mood, "You lack a few seasonings in your mutton filling, and in addition, the method is not particular enough." ”

The sister-in-law of the Hu family squinted and smiled: "Xiao Langjun, are you still an expert at eating?" ”

Yang Chuan smiled: "Well, I know a little bit about it." ”

The woman simply lifted the curtain, walked out of the back hall, walked over generously, added some hot noodle soup to Yang Chuan's soup bowl, sat down, and asked with a smile: "Tell my sister-in-law, what's the matter?" ”

Yang Chuan's heart beat slightly for no reason.

This woman...... Well, this sister-in-law of the Hu family is very full, and her partial waist is still very charming, and the moment she just sat down, there was a slight tremor, and the afterglow was two or three breaths.

Even Yang Chuan, who has always been greedy for money and not lustful, also secretly praised: "This woman is born in vain, and she is quite full." ’

The woman asked again generously: "Xiao Langjun, tell my sister-in-law, what did you do with that mutton filling?" To be honest, the way to eat this mutton bun was taught to me when my man was alive;

He likes to eat mutton-stuffed buns, he can eat four cages at a time, and every time he will be full and then disgusted with a few words, saying that the buns I make are not as delicious as the buns in Chang'an City.

Xiao Langjun, tell me, is your sister-in-law wronged?

I'm a woman, and I've never eaten steamed buns in Chang'an City, how do I know what other people's steamed buns taste like? Heck, if I had to taste it, I'd pretty much be able to get it out for him.

It's a pity that he died in the first half of the year......"

The woman's words gradually deepened, and the tears in the corners of her eyes, in the dim light of the mutton oil lamp, were shiny and lovable.

It turned out to be a warrior's widow.

Yang Chuan was respectful and said, "I'm really sorry to arouse my sister-in-law's sadness." ”

The woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand and waved her hand: "Hey, look at me, why did I turn to the dead ghost while talking."

Xiao Langjun, let's talk about the stuffing of this mutton bun.

Look at the messy Shuofang City right now, there are few ghosts, my sister-in-law's business is very difficult, and I can't sell a few cages all day long, I am still wondering, should I change to selling oily meat noodles......"

Listening to the woman's complaints, Yang Chuan smiled bitterly in his heart.

Shuofang City was already poor like a ghost, and as soon as he came, he first let Sima Qian and Zhang Tang kill a large number of officials, and there were naturally a lot fewer people in this city who could eat mutton buns, so the culprit was Yang Chuan.

Of course, this thought flashed through him, and he did not regret killing those black sheep......

"Sister-in-law, the production of this mutton filling is actually the simplest, and the seasoning must not be too much, just have some pepper and pepper powder."

"Also, be sure to chop some minced coriander and minced green onions."

Yang Chuan talked eloquently, telling the 'secret' of making mutton bun stuffing one by one, and the woman was dumbfounded: "Xiao Langjun, what kind of pepper are you talking about?" ”

Yang Chuan was stunned for a moment, laughed, waved his hand and smiled: "Look at my mouth, just open your mouth, just listen to it; By the way, just add one thing to your existing practice.

Raw minced green onions, be sure to add more, that thing is a good thing. ”

He patronized and said, but forgot that in the current Han Empire, the so-called pepper is still a very expensive thing, and he is a big dog like him, and he has planted one or two hundred acres of coriander and pepper in his field.

The woman listened to Yang Chuan's suggestion, got up, and went to chop the stuffing again.

At this moment, there was a sudden chaotic sound of footsteps outside the door, mixed with a few rough shouts: "Straight thief mother, this thief is going to die, this rain is endless, and people can't live." ”

"Brothers, go to the front and eat the Hu family's widow's buns to warm up, haha."

"Hey, hey, it's good to eat steamed buns......"

A very rude and obscene conversation came, and the woman's face turned pale in an instant, and she suddenly turned back and whispered, "Xiao Langjun, you hurry up, the wicked man is coming." ”

Yang Chuan was stunned for a moment, and asked casually, "What wicked person?" ”

The woman opened her mouth to speak, and the sound of footsteps outside the door came to the door, but the woman did not dare to say more, but whispered, 'You go quickly,' and turned around and went into the back hall.

Yang Chuan understood in his heart that it seemed that the gangsters from Shuofang City were coming.

Look, no matter which dynasty you are in, as long as there are people, there are rivers and lakes......

Just when Yang Chuan was thinking about it, the curtain of the steamed bun shop was lifted, and a very burly black-faced man walked in with his head held high, and shouted: "Little widow, a certain family has come to eat your buns, and you haven't come out yet?" ”

The curtain of the back hall was lifted in a corner, revealing the woman's cold and pretty face: "Liu Si'er, I haven't given the money for the bun last time, what's the matter, this is to settle the account?" ”

The black-faced man sneered: "Your man borrowed me three hundred dollars, and before Lao Tzu could settle the account with him, he died, who owes whom?" ”

The woman said with a cold face: "My man borrowed money from you, but do you have a deed?" ”

"Vende? Lao Tzu's words are Wenqi," the man laughed, sat down, and then saw Yang Chuan in the window position, "Tsk, whose little white face?" ”

Yang Chuan drank slowly with a bowl of noodle soup and didn't say a word.

He came out this time and changed into a set of green shirts, just like a scholar, which is not high or low.

"Mother, are you deaf? Or dumb? The man waved his hand very arrogantly, "Come on, tie up this little white face to Lao Tzu, and turn around to make the brothers feel refreshed." ”

The two men walked over laughing, and their mouths were full of sighs: "Tut, this handsome appearance, this fine skin and tender meat, sold in the Yunzhong and Yanmen areas, is much more valuable than those little girl's skins." ”

"Fourth brother, can you let the brothers play tricks first, and then sell them to those nobles?"

Liu Si'er waved his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, just don't let Lao Tzu loose, it's worthless." ”

Yang Chuan was annoyed when he heard this, but his face was harmless to humans and animals, he smiled and said, "What do you mean by a few heroes?" How many have I provoked? ”

The men laughed.

"You didn't provoke us, but this thief provoked a few of our brothers."

"Hehe, if you want to blame, you can only blame this thief for being blind, and sending a pickled killer to Shuofang City, which has forced people to have no way to live......"

Seeing that a man's hand was about to reach out to his shoulder, Yang Chuan stood up quietly, brushed off the man's claws, walked in front of the black-faced man Liu Si'er, and said with a smile: "In broad daylight, how can you still rob people?" ”

Liu Si'er sneered, and was about to speak.

"What are you? In broad daylight, even the living began to rob? Yang Chuan said expressionlessly, took out a small deerskin pouch from his body, and casually threw it to the pale-faced woman behind the door curtain.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Liu Si'er with a smile: "Aren't you just trying to get some pocket money?" Earlier. ”

He took out a piece of gold from his body, which was seven or eight taels: "Let's go, let's talk about something outside, don't dirty this sister-in-law's shop." ”

He threw a gold ingot in his hand, walked out of the bun shop casually, looked up at the dark and dreary sky, and turned his head to look at the men who came out: "Who is the leader, come and get the gold and talk about the deal." ”

Yang Chuan's actions made Liu Si'er a little uncomfortable, and he opened his mouth for a long time before he reacted: Is the relationship that he met a rich little fat sheep?

Moreover, this little sheep's brain is not good? This army is in chaos, and I don't understand the truth that wealth is not exposed?

Moreover, a real noble person will not step into the yellow mud alley for half a step......

can only say, this kid is dying by himself?

Liu Si'er laughed and walked over, reaching out to grab Yang Chuan's shoulder; Yang Chuan threw the gold into the man's arms and said with a smile: "I will warm your hands first." ”

Liu Si'er had to reach out to take the ingot of gold, and was about to speak, but suddenly there was a 'uh' sound, and his whole body straightened.

But it was Yang Chuan who took advantage of Liu Si'er to pick up the gold, but he himself took a step to the side and pulled out the military thorn with his hand.

I poked it coldly.

was in Liu Si'er's heart, almost just punctured his heart, and he didn't waste any strength.

"You!"

Liu Si'er's eyes widened, and he held his breath for a while, but he couldn't open his mouth, and his face was bruised and bruised, which looked very scary.

"What are you?" Yang Chuan pulled out the military thorn with an expressionless face.

Burst!

A stream of hot blood shot out violently, spewing out for a full three or four paces, and lasted for about two breaths, and then, the black-faced man fell to the ground, only a few twitches, kicked his legs, and then disappeared.

The four-sided army stabbed and killed people, as long as they inserted into the vital point and killed a person, it was so simple and rude.

At this moment, the men were stunned.

Everyone stared at Yang Chuan, who was harmless to humans and animals.

Yang Chuan raised his head and looked at the dark sky again, sighed, and scolded: "If it's really a blind thief, look at it, how can people live here!" ”

While speaking, Yang Chuan casually opened the sheepskin umbrella in his hand, turned around and left, and didn't bother to look at Liu Si'er who fell to the ground.

Someone is right, in this bullshit world, not only kill the tigers, lions, and jackals that plague the world, but also kill these bullshit flies......

"You, stop!"

"Brothers, this little white face killed the fourth brother, he killed the fourth brother!"

"Hurry up, grab that little white face, don't let him run!"

Several men rushed up with shouts, and they were about to pounce on Yang Chuan.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a figure quietly appeared, but it was Zhang Tang, who had no sense of existence, tall and thin, with a dark face that was extremely gloomy: "Stop!" ”

The men were stunned, just about to make a move.

Boom Boom! Boom Boom!

I don't know when, in the yellow mud alley, two teams of cavalry suddenly appeared, one by one silent as iron, riding their horses, an inexplicable killing atmosphere, overwhelming people's breath......

Feather Forest Orphans.

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