When we came to the intersection at the end of the street, there was a large breakfast stall on one side of the road, and the guys rolled up their sleeves one by one and shouted loudly.

"Freshly baked buns, one for three dollars, one for three dollars. ”

"Hot steamed buns, two pennies. ”

"Freshly fried pancakes, two pennies a piece. ”

At this time, although it was just dawn, there were already many pedestrians, and there was an endless stream of customers in front of the early stalls, and the surrounding shops were also opening one after another.

Fang Ling bought a big bun with great interest, put it in his mouth and bit it, although the surface was rough, but the hot air and oil poured straight into his mouth, but there was an indescribable taste of happiness, he took a few bites in a row, and only half of the bun was left.

At this moment, he heard a few whimpering sounds at his feet, and when he looked down, he saw that it was a little white dog squatting at his feet, looking at himself dryly, barking a few times from time to time.

Fang Ling saw that it was pitiful, so he threw the bun in his hand to it, and the puppy immediately pounced on it, gnawing happily, while not forgetting to wag its tail at Fang Ling.

Fang Ling watched it finish eating, and then said to the guy: "Little brother, your buns are really delicious." ”

The guy said proudly: "Of course, our family is an ancestral craft, a time-honored brand for decades, and the buns in the entire imperial city are the most authentic in my place." ”

Fang Ling said: "It turns out that little brother, you are the young owner of the bun shop?"

"Haha, what a young owner, brother, you are too high-minded, just a small business. The guy blushed in embarrassment.

"Little brother, since your family is a time-honored brand, do you know which pharmacy in the imperial city has a fair price?" Fang Ling asked.

Before the guy could speak, an old man who bought steamed buns next to him said: "Then there is no need to say, of course it is Renxintang, and it is also a decades-old brand, the old shopkeeper is a kind-hearted person, and sometimes the poor can't afford to pay for medical treatment, so he is exempt." ”

The guy also nodded and said: "Yes, last month, my mother had an illness, and when she went to Qingdetang, she spent a tael of silver and didn't look good, but she went to Renxintang and was cured by ten yuan of medicine." ”

When it comes to Renxintang, the people around him seem to have a topic, and what they say is nothing more than the good deeds of the old shopkeeper of Renxintang. Fang Ling listened carefully, then asked the address of Renxin Hall before leaving.

The imperial city of Chu is very large, with six main roads, and each main road has several small roads, so criss-crossed, forming a chessboard-like layout, although Fang Ling has never been here, but I heard Dong Canghai say that the road pattern of the city, but also lost.

As he walked, he asked passers-by about the things on the pharmacy, most of them mentioned the name Renxintang, and then, Fang Ling went to several pharmacy shops along the way to ask about the price of medicinal materials, and after he knew it in his heart, he came to the East Street where the Renxintang branch was located.

Now it is three poles on the sun, and the long and wide East Street is already very prosperous, with many shops on the street, and there are stalls outside the shops, which are very lively.