Fengtian, the inner city wall, the small south gate

Under the root of the old city wall, the shacks and tiled houses are connected with black and black lacquer, and the yellow mud streets are covered with snowflakes, as if the snow-white fishing nets divide this broken ground into pieces, and the large and small streets and alleys are dotted and spread out, if it weren't for the smoke floating everywhere, I didn't expect that there would be so many people living there!

The poor man who shaved his head rubbed his hands in the cold wind, and his mouth was hot and he was selling along the street, and his old and muddy voice was like a wild mouse in the bellows, squeaking and hoarse, and he could hear it.

Yue Guanchao They got out of the car, stepped into the mud puddle, the melted mud mixed with dirty snow wrapped in the upper of the shoe, at first they were still hiding, and then they saw more and more depressions, so they didn't care, let their feet step on the mud and rush forward.

As soon as I walked into the streets and alleys under the city wall, there were immediately a few dirty little beggars around, full of uncles and aunts, wanting a copper coin, and seeing Yue Guanchao's vicious eyes, it was like a chick meeting a weasel, all of them were scattered as birds and beasts.

"Hey, don't scare them away, I'm going to give them copper~"

Song Siyuan saw that as soon as he took out the money bag, Yue Guanchao drove everyone away, and his face showed displeasure.

Yue Guanchao beckoned around, teasing and teasing: "Song Qianjin, you have been to the tomb so many times, and she looks so much like a female bodhisattva, these children don't look naïve and cute, as long as you dare to give money, then you will definitely lose the money bag." ”

"We're not here to give alms, so we can't provoke them~"

While talking, they had already arrived at the miscellaneous street at the base of the city wall of the south gate!

There are two walls in Fengtian, one is the inner city wall, and the other is the outer wall.

Few of the poor people in Fengtian live in the inner city, most of them live near the outer gates and the inner city walls, distributed along the large and small side gates, there are not many formal courtyards, more are temporary shacks and mixed courtyards, there is not even a telephone pole within a radius of several miles, and they still use firewood for cooking and candle lighting.

Xiaonanmen Miscellaneous Street, that is, the place where the poor people trade and buy, buy things here of course need money, if you are really shy in your pocket, you can also barter, as long as the shopkeeper is willing to exchange, there are few valuables for sale, more are needles, threads, brains, grains and coarse powder such living objects.

Right now, it's time to open the morning market, which is crowded and noisy.

They were wearing fat cotton jackets, or standing in front of the stalls to buy rice and noodles, cut cloth and repair shoes, or walk along the street with baskets.

That beautiful and charming red disturbed the man who got up early to work with squinted eyes and peeked, crooked mouth and snickered.

They didn't mind, they shook their hands and threw away their winks.

Looking further ahead, the fortune-telling disguise played high came into view!

It was washed and whitened, with a sentence etched on the cloth on the left and right.

"Mo Dao doesn't open his eyes, the heavens and the earth are calculated in the palm of his hand, and the ancestral fortune-telling ~ covers the eyes of the sky~"

Yue Guanchao and they were mixed in the crowd and looked at Sun Daqiao.

This person was wearing a heavy cotton jacket, a light gray cotton robe, black cloth cotton boots on his feet, the edges of the shoes were all black mud, his bare head was wearing a turned-brim melon hat, his hands were kicked into his sleeves, the muddy old eyes were shrewd and vigilant, his hair had already been gray, and he looked calculating, not like a good person.

Yue Guanchao signaled to everyone, and they quietly diverted to other streets and alleys, leaving him alone and gradually approaching the fortune-telling stall.

When he came closer, he knew that the ghost covering the sky was a lot more elaborate, and he was not in a hurry to startle the snake, so he simply sat on the braised meat stall next to him, ordered a bowl of folding vegetables and pretended to eat it, and the sitting position was just near the window of the shack, and the black briquette stove was baked, which was not lukewarm.

The so-called folding basket, also called folding basket rice, folding basket vegetables, in the old society, it was something that the people at the bottom were willing to eat only when they beat their teeth.

This kind of thing mostly comes from nearby restaurants and restaurants, in the past, the wealthy gentry ordered a table full of delicacies, mostly for the sake of romance, a table of dishes to eat a few bites at most, there are those who spend money, most of the table dishes are stunned.

The banquet has been sold, and can not go back to the pot and sell it to other families, it is a smashing signboard when it is passed out, but such a good thing, it is a pity to lose it, there is a shopkeeper who cherishes grain, and more will call the vendors who sell braised meat into it and sell them to these small businesses at the lowest price.

They took these leftovers and didn't make anything else, just set up a pot, poured the chicken, duck, fish, meat and vegetarian vegetables into it and mixed it well, boiled it so that it bubbled into the flavor, dozens of meat dishes were confused with each other, the soup was red and the meat was rotten, the umami was rich, and the smell made people's noses sour and mouth water!

I don't dare to compliment this taste, after all, it is leftover glutinous rice, but compared to the half bowl of rotten vegetable leaves of the poor people, it is already a delicacy eaten by the old lady.

Many poor people who walk the streets and alleys, and come to patronize, anyway, the baked cake is only a copper, so it is better to come to a bowl of folding vegetables and beating teeth.

A bowl of copper, Tong Su is not bullied, there is not enough to eat, you can also come to two folding basket vegetable bags, if you add a few taels of miscellaneous grain noodles, a little mixed is fried sauce noodles.

Yue Guanchao pulled the folding basket of vegetables, stared carefully at the fortune-telling stall not far away, and saw a lady with oily hair and a powdery face passing by, smiling so much that the folds on his face were spread, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the conversation between the two.

Covering the sky, he pulled up the sleeper, asked the lady to put her hand up, and the rough old hand touched the palm, and said happily with a smile on his face: "Oh, madam, you are the life of the chief lady." ”

When this noble lady heard the words that covered the eyes of the sky, whether she was accurate or not, her auspicious strength alone made people happy, and her voice was an octave higher:

"Oh, Mrs. Chief? Master, are you accurate, my old man is still a deputy, and his beard is so white that he can't rise. ”