"I was curious and asked the shopkeeper of 'Mai Guang Roast Chicken', he had a stinky face, and only said that those were not authentic. However, a few old people basking in the sun at the door talked about it, and it turned out that a roast chicken restaurant that imitated his house appeared four or five months ago, and it has gradually increased in the past few months. There are good things to count, there are at least twelve or three stores in the south of Shengyi with this kind of name, and now there are also in the north city, which has robbed most of the business of the genuine Maiguang roast chicken. If there used to be ten customers a day, now it's three or four at most. ”

"There was also an incident, my son bought roast chicken for his mother to eat, but he was illiterate and bought 'Mai Huang Roast Chicken'. As a result, the old lady vomited and diarrhea after eating, and when she got well, she went to smash Mai Guang's signboard. This matter was widely circulated in South Street. ”

"Like Tianfulou, counterfeit fakes rob the business of the real thing. Huang snorted, "I think Lao Liu is also a gangster, not like a thief." "I was even more suspicious.

"Then borrow him and follow the vine. Zhang Hancui encouraged him.

"A box of new balsam can be sold for two taels of silver, and some people must be as anxious as ants on a hot pot, eager to grab a cup of soup to eat. Huang Da sneered, "I'll go and stare at him." ”

Not long after the new balsam was launched, it was sold out as soon as it was put on the shelves a few days ago, and now it can be sold out for more than half a day. One is that its pricing is really not cheap, only the noble lady can afford it, and ordinary women can buy it at most to paint a fresh, go out with their girlfriends, and show off with other aunts at home. Second, people's curiosity about this new thing is gradually decreasing.

If the person who counterfeits the time-honored brand doesn't make a move, this wave of hot money will not be able to make money.

Therefore, Huang Da has recently taken a two-pronged approach, not only sending his own two small people to keep an eye on the workshop workers, but he himself and Lao Liu, who dare not relax a little.

Fortunately, Lao Liu also lived up to his expectations.

The vendors who bought goods from him on the streets and alleys asked at least three or four times, "Do you have any 'spring peaches' for sale?"

When Lao Liu went home, he pulled a piece of paper from the yellow calendar, took the charcoal and wrote two big characters:

Spring peach.

The word is crooked and slanted, the former word is still like a person about to slip, top-heavy and limbs are falling apart, and the latter word is like a monkey jumping on the spot.

Lao Liu writes very hard, and the posture of holding the charcoal is like picking a stick. He is at the same level as a beginner, and the words he can write are at least barely legible.

With just one glance, Huang Da confirmed that the handwriting of the formula posted all over the room was not Lao Liu's handwriting.

The handwriting is different.

In other words, in fact, he still has a home?

In the evening of that day, Lao Liu went to the restaurant with a note.

Yes, it's still a small restaurant with a big tree growing in the courtyard.

This time he chose a table next to the big tree and sat down, and asked for the same three things to eat and drink, but the speed was very slow.

At this time, Huang Da had already turned back into his body, and he was lying on the wall staring at him openly.

Lao Liu made an exception and asked for a second pot of wine, and drank it more and more slowly.

After the meal, the guests are basically gone, and only after the night will there be some drinkers, asking for some peanuts and braised chicken.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the men were lighting the lights in the courtyard.

The four lanterns were only lit up, and Huang Da caught an abnormal action of Lao Liu:

While the guy turned his head to light the lamp, the guy suddenly stood up and quickly stuffed two things into the tree next to the table.

His movements were coherent and skillful, and when the man turned, he had already sat down again, serving the pot and pouring wine, and there was nothing unusual to see.

"Hey!" the weasel lying on the wall shook its big tail.

It saw clearly, Lao Liu stuffed two things into the hole in the tree:

The note with "Spring Peach" written on it, and two ingots of silver.

Huang Da has good eyesight, and he can still distinguish that the silver is about five taels, so Lao Liu stuffed ten taels of silver into the tree hole.

Even if this is the national capital, ten taels of silver is not a small number for a market family, at least it can make a family of five last for three months to eat and drink.

Lao Liu got up early and opened a small workshop in the dark, and the money was not easy to come by, so why did he stuff money into the tree hole?

Huang Da felt that he had touched the doorway, and he was suddenly energetic.

This night, Huang Da did not follow Lao Liu home, but stayed in the small courtyard of the restaurant to monitor the toon tree hole.

It was almost March, the stars in the sky were shining, and the grasshoppers in the grass were chirping. After dark, the corner of the courtyard that no one approaches is full of life.

Huang Da's eyes widened, and he hid against the wall and did not move. Weasels are nocturnal creatures, and the dark courtyard is no different from daytime in its eyes.

It lay on its stomach all night.

There are countless creatures coming and going in this little courtyard, but there are just no humans.

Then, the east is slightly white.

The people who slept in the shop were about to go to work, and the two guys came out and stretched, and then began to climb the tree.

The toon tree.

The weasel suddenly leaned in to take a closer look.

But the two men just went up to the tree to pick the toon shoots. The dew-stained sprouts are blanched and stir-fried in the pot, and they are extremely tender.

At least the guy didn't lie, the toon that Huang Da ate was indeed freshly picked that day.

After a while, the cook at the back also came out to help pick toon buds.

There are three people, Huang Da can't see it a little.

At this moment, there was a loud bang not far away, and the sound of screaming and opening the door came one after another. Huang Da heard two strings of hurried footsteps rushing here.

It subconsciously turned its head to see a thin man rushing past the store.

A fat man chased after him, his voice loud but out of breath: "Catch the thief, catch the thief!"

His tonnage is at least half heavier than the "thief" in front of him, and his speed is not as fast as his family, and the farther the chase between the two sides, the farther away.

The whole street was silent. But Huang Da's ears were so strong that he could already hear the sound of shivering and getting up and picking up the cracks in the doors of some houses.

But no one opened the door and came out.

Stupid. Huang Da scolded secretly, what is shouting "catch a thief" at this time, someone came out to help only to see a ghost, and it should be shouted to be on fire.

Of course, he has a mission on his body, and he will not be the first bird.

Remembering the task, he immediately turned his head and looked at the door again.

The toon buds had already been filled with a small half basket, and the three of them had also stopped, and two of them were still lying on the tree and watching the excitement.

When the thief and his captor had run away, they slipped down from the tree. The man went to open the door, and the cook went back to the back kitchen.

At sunrise in the east, Huang Da turned into a human form, and the normal business of the small restaurant for the day also began.

Huang Daxian cast a trick on himself, otherwise a big living person sitting on the wall would be too eye-catching.

On this day, the business of the small restaurant is also very good, and its family makes fast food, most people wipe their mouths after eating, and countless diners come and go at the table under the big tree.

Huang Da was bored, and counted a total of forty-seven tables of guests from morning to noon, twenty of which were sitting near the big tree.

In the evening, Lao Liu came.