Coming out of the medicine hall, Xu Ling was holding a large deflated purse, and his heart was dripping blood wildly.

If this business fails, I'm afraid he will have to start all over again.

After returning home, Xu Ling hid in the small courtyard he had just rented and began to get busy.

First, take out the pears from the space, wash them and put them on the bamboo dustpan to dry in clean water, remove the pears from the core and put them in a porcelain basin, and mash the pears with a mallet to get juice.

This process alone was so complicated and long that Xu Ling wanted to give up.

He wanted to make autumn pear paste, and when this thing was on fire in his previous life, he followed the trend and made it at home when he had nothing to do, and knew the materials and steps required.

Xu Ling bought 30 grams of Sichuan fritillary, some Luo Han Guo, ginger, jujube and lily from the medicine hall, and spent 200 yuan.

Squeeze out the juice of the pears, filter the residue with a clean linen cloth to get a large pot of sweet pear juice, pour it into a pottery urn, then slice the red dates, cut the ginger into shreds, and add a little other Chinese medicinal materials together.

Xu Ling lit the fire, split the firewood bought in advance into small pieces, and waited in front of the pot for the pear juice to boil.

The process is also lengthy.

However, Xu Ling happened to be busy, cleaned his things and put them aside, and sat on a small square bench and cut wood.

The smoke curls up, rising from the uninhabited bamboo forest courtyard, and along with the smoke, there is a special sweet smell, smelling sweet, as if it can touch people's hearts.

In the tea shop in front of the courtyard, a blue cloth banner with the word "willow" written on it, supported by a bamboo pole next to the willow tree standing in front of the door, fluttering in the air in the wind.

There are three or five wooden tables under the tree, and the owner is diligent at first glance, and every time a tea bowl is empty, there is a dexterous figure stretching out a thin white soft hand, splashing the remaining tea in the bowl, and recovering the empty bowl.

"Liu Niangzi, I haven't seen you for a long time, how can your figure get better and better, I'm afraid that you are not less moisturized by your man!"

The men exchanged glances that understood each other, and their gazes rested on the woman in front of them unscrupulously.

The woman called Liu Niang has a graceful posture, the willow waist is thin as if it is broken as soon as it is twisted, and the crisp chest and buttocks are a little more brilliant than the good weather in the autumn sun.

was teased by a man over tea, not only was she not angry, but a pair of apricot eyes on her white face were slightly hooked, which made people's hearts rise with an indescribable taste.

"Yo, why is Daguan Li staring at my figure, is it because your lady hasn't been nourished by you?"

Her eyes twisted, and she smiled coquettishly and dodged her hands to the back of the tea shop.

The tea shop is simply furnished, with a few tables, a few stoves, water boiling on the stove, and seven or eight kinds of tea leaves on the cabinet at the back door.

A bowl of tea is only three or five yuan, not to mention how good the taste is, at least the tea lady here looks handsome and charming, and is born with a good temper, which always provokes the merchants of Matou Street to go around to this small alley, and they are cheeky to beg for a bowl of tea to drink.

Liu Niang had long been accustomed to these muddy jokes, and after receiving the bowl, no one called for adding water, so she sat behind the stove and rested.

Gradually, someone smelled the sweetness in the air, and asked the people around him curiously: "Do you smell it, what is so fragrant!" ”

"Is there a caramel maker here?"

"I haven't heard of it!"

The guests who drank tea talked a lot, and Liu Niang felt strange in her heart, she had never smelled this smell before.

Not only did the taste not disperse, but it became more and more intense and sweeter with the passage of time, which made the tea customers more curious.

These people are very idle when they are not busy, and there is no good place to go except to pass the time in the presence of the pretty little lady, and they have to guard the livestock, trying to buy the best animals for the most suitable money.

When people are idle, their curiosity is heavy, so they have to send Liu Niang to find out who is making candy.

"Liu Niang, this smell seems to come from your yard, and there are people who live in your yard who can boil sugar?"

Liu Niang's eyebrows frowned slightly, her red mouth was pouted, and the dark tea room seemed to be bright, she said: "How can it, in addition to having children, where will the family boil sugar?" If you have this craft, can you still live here? I've moved to East Main Street early! ”

Matou Street is not a good place to go, the smell of livestock here is hard to dissipate, walking on the road stinks to death, living for a long time, it seems that the body is also stained with smell.

However, the guest's words reminded her, and Liu Niang said: "Yesterday, Yaxing brought someone here, and I didn't see the appearance clearly, I don't know if he is making candy." ”

"There's a man in the yard?"

"Oh, someone has entered the house now, you are so beautiful, aren't you afraid of a man?"

Liu Niang snorted in her nose and said, "He's afraid? What are you afraid of, can I still make red apricots out of the wall? If he was afraid, he shouldn't have asked me to sell tea here, so that my poor man would be teased by you all day long, and I wouldn't have seen him move a finger of you! ”

She scolded a few words, as if she was angry, and stood up with "Teng", "Don't make any noise, I'll go to the backyard to see if it's him." ”

With that, she lifted the dark curtain behind the tea shop, walked through, and soon arrived at the gate of the west courtyard, where there was a bamboo forest, and the shadow was enough to see a man working in front of the stove.

I can't see the appearance, the man is still humming!

Listening to the voice, it is definitely not very old.

Liu Niang was curious, and walked in without saying hello, and when she got closer, she saw a young man with a good appearance stirring something in the pottery urn, and the sweet and greasy aroma emanated from here.

"It's so fragrant, what are you doing?"

A voice suddenly sounded from behind him, Xu Ling was taken aback, and the wooden stick in his hand was almost lost, "Who!" ”

He turned his head suddenly, and a strange face hit his eyes, the woman in front of him was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a red shirt on her upper body, a pale half-arm hanging at her elbows, and a long water-green skirt on her lower body.

Rao is a beautiful woman Xu Ling has seen a lot in his previous life, and the woman in front of him can also be regarded as one of the best.

Seeing that Xu Ling was frightened, she covered her mouth and giggled, her apricot eyes bent into a crescent moon and said, "I'm sorry, did it scare you?" My name is Liu Niang, and you are still neighbors, I opened a tea shop in front, and the guests asked who was boiling sugar in the yard, and asked me to help take a look. ”

She was full of fresh vitality, delicate and lively, Xu Ling saw that she was a girl, so she put her mind at ease and couldn't bear to blame her.

Shaking his head, he said: "It's okay, but next time you don't scare others like this, I'm afraid that people who are not sick will be scared out of illness by you." ”

Liu Niang couldn't hear the slightest complaint in his words, and smiled like a silver bell, she leaned closer, poked her head to look at the sticky things boiling in the pottery urn, and asked curiously: "You haven't told me yet, what are you doing?" ”