Drunkenly Resting Head Against Rivers and Mountains Chapter 8: Yang Fan, morning!

At five o'clock, when the sky was just white, the main gate of Shendu Luoyang Absolute Beginning Palace was in the tower above the gate, and began to report to the whole city.

The heated drum sound rippled from the main entrance of imperial palace to all directions, and then the drum towers on the streets of east, west, south, and north rang in succession. In the sound, the gates of imperial palace and Imperial City, and the gates of various squares opened one after another.

Luoyang The large and small temples in the city also came to join in the fun, the monks rang the morning clock, the drum beats excitedly and the deep and distant bells intertwined, awakened the **** Luoyang, millions of people together Greet the rising sun and the sun rising from the eastern sky.

In various squares, a snack bar opened long before the drums on the Zetian Gate struck.

Xiu Wenfang, everywhere in the food stalls, the firewood under the stove was jumping brightly and warmly.

The shirtless Hu teacher is playing biscuits "bang bang" ...

Mr. Meng from Dong from Jiaodong opened the steamer, and the steam was white and fragrant ...

Old man Wei Chi with two big beards curving like a hook took the freshly baked sesame cakes out of the stove one by one using bamboo clips, and placed them in bamboo baskets like flowers, the sesame cakes were golden and crisp The aroma is pungent ...

Xiuwenfang Cross Street, the second corner of the street, a small shed is built, under the shed is a cauldron, next to a long panel, a 16-year-old, a blue apron with waist, sleeves, The eldest girl with two tubes of Bai Shengsheng's arms is working while greeting the guests cheerfully.

The older girl was born with a certain degree of beauty, especially the little mouth with a naturally raised lip corner, and when she looked at it, she was a little happy.

Mo looks at her small food stall, but it has all the internal organs, the soup is boiling in the pot, the firewood is burning under the stove, a large piece of good dough is placed on the side board, and a rolling pin is in her hand. Dancing on the floor, a moment of a thin thin pie rolled out, and a stack of swiftly made the knife into everything.

There are many guests, so there is more work under the shed. She has to knead the noodles, roll the noodles, cut the strips, cook the pot, and deal with the guests.

a wide robe with big sleeves, stepping on high-toothed clogs, tall and thin man with the ancient style of Han and Jin walked in front of the food stand, very concisely: "Noodles, a bowl!"

This small shop only sells noodle soup. There is no need to specifically tell me to eat noodles. In fact, he is saying hello to this big girl.

The eldest girl's surname is Jiang, because the father and mother are just such a daughter, and she gave her a big name, called Jiang Xu Ning. Ms. Jiang ’s noodle soup is a must in Xiuwenfang. She gets up and drinks bowl of soup in the morning. It is full and warm. Residents nearby often come to take care of her business. After a long time, she calls her noodle soup. Anonymous.

"Good job!

Miss Jiang promised, took the big bowl, picked up a chopstick noodle from the boiling water pot, and added two spoons of old soup, they are all cooked guests, very clear about his taste, no need to ask, very neat location Put some green onion **** and leek flowers, and the thin, tall man with the ancient style of Qin and Jin laid down the three pennies, rolled up the big sleeves, picked up the big bowl and squatted to the side of the road to fill his temple of five organs.

"Han and Jin ancients" just left, and a person came up behind, only a little taller than the cauldron, and his hair was tied with an old cloth, but it still looked messy. He bowed to the girl Jiang properly, and said in a stiff Chinese: "Mine, a bowl, thank you."

This is a Japanese, although he is a guest, he also spends money, but he is very respectful and polite to the owner. The previous Japanese were not like this, but a few years ago, a "Baikang Battle", Tang Dynasty Fighting their sailors to the annihilation of the army, the Japanese would never dare to show up again an arrogant rack of "Emperor East to West Emperor".

The entrance of Xiuwenfang, the common peoples waiting to go out have gathered a large group, because they have n’t seen Fang Ding coming to open the door. "The two Ding Dings, who are on duty today, came too late and were walking side by side on the cross street in Fangzhong.

Fang Ding on the left is about eighteen or nine years old, and he is yawning like a hippo at the moment. He yawned, clasped his eyes, and touched the key in his waist. His belt was loosely tied, his head was a little uneven, and he walked like a spring under his feet, walking three times. Shivering, a bad boy image.

Originally, the function of these squares is equivalent to that of later generations. When Square is hiring them, the selection criteria is to be brave and tolerant. In this era, people like them are called "bad people", and they pretend to be this kind of virtue.

Fang Ding walking next to him looks like he is two years younger than him. This young man is much more bearable, with a thin waist and a straight back, figure is tall, like a sorghum that has absorbed enough water. There is spirit in the bone.

The appearance of the boy was good, his eyebrows were handsome, his nose was straight, his lips were clear and full, and he had a girlish look. When he smiled to the people, two small dimples appeared on his cheeks. . Unlike another Ding Ding, he walked on the road without shaking his shoulders and was very steady and powerful.

The sleepy cub is called Ma Qiao. He is an only child at home, but he has many cousins, and he ranks sixth among cousins, so the acquaintances in the square call him Ma Liu.

The younger two-year-old pretty and charming younger named Yang Fan moved to Luoyang only half a year ago. It is said that he moved from Jiaozhi. There is a brother in his hometown, so his acquaintances call him Yang Er or Erlang. .

The big girls and daughters-in-law in the workshop are free to pull in. It is recognized that Yang Fan is the most pretty and charming among the 187 squares in Xiuwenfang, plus he is kind and simple, and his shy personality is so quite. Fate --- Fate.

At this time, he was smiling and greeting the neighbors, wheat-colored skin, white teeth, sunny temperament, very popular with women nowadays, especially his smile, always with some shyness Shy, with a bit of shyness, when he met the charming eyes thrown by a spicy girl, his face would be slightly red.

This red is terrible, and the women are tickled.

A creature like a woman is a spring. If you are strong, she will be weak. If you are weak, she will be strong. When you meet such a young pretty and charming, you can still blush. Daughters-in-law often take pleasure in teasing him, and every time they make him blush, they will haha ​​to be happy for a long time.

Ma Qiao rushed to the front of the square and saw that "Dong Drum" was still knocking, so he was dissatisfied and said: "What to shout, what to knock, but not to rush to funeral!"

An old man immediately slapped him on the back of the head and shouted: "You are a little rabbit, no big or small, what do you say?"

A maid next to him grabbed his ears and shouted, "Come on, I do n’t want to tell your mother! You look at Erlang, how polite and understand the rules, they are two years younger than you Well, you learn a little bit! "

Ma Qiao was watched from a young age by his uncle, aunt, uncle, and aunts, and quickly closed the bad mouth that caused the trouble. Like a mouse crossing the street, he was embarrassed and squeezed into the square door and pulled out the key to open the door. Two also took out the key and opened another lock.

As soon as the Fang door opened, "boom", the common peoples who had been waiting for nothing urgently came out, carrying baskets, carrying burdens, carts, mules ...

Ma Liu and Yang Er stood at the door, too late to walk away, like two reeds in the wind, washed up and down by the crowd. Ma Liu was swaying because of his sleepy and uneasy stand, as for Yang Er ...

Hehe! Maybe the big girl and the young wife took the initiative to squeeze his oil. The woman of Tang Dynasty is very tough. Appreciating the beauty is not just a man ’s patent. If you see pretty and charming ’s cute and delicious Xiao Langjun, the woman ’s family is willing to account for it. Take advantage.

Wait until the people gathered in front of the square were gone, Ma Qiao and Yang Fan turned two more times like a gyro, and then stood still.

Yang Fan greeted Ma Qiao: "Elder Brother Qiao, do you want to eat noodle soup?"

Ma Qiao yawned and waved his hand: "No, A Niang is ready to cook. I will go back and eat with A Niang."

Ma Qiao is a well-known filial son in the workshop. He is very filial, so that he even thought about reporting him to Imperial Court as a filial sponsor. It requires erudition and integrity.

And Ma Qiao only has the advantage of filial piety to parents. He is beyond knowledge, and he can't even recognize a word. As for the integrity of behavior, hey ... not to mention it!

Yang Fan agreed, and Ma Qiao walked towards the cross street with his three-step "bad man square step", he walked a few steps like a sleepwalk, suddenly remembered something, hurriedly turned around and called Yang Fan Road: "Little Fan, tonight, old place, old time!"

Ma Qiao said, quickly handed a glance to Yang Fan. Yang Fan understood it and smiled lightly: "Got it! Elder Brother Qiao, rest assured, I will be there on time."

Ma Qiao nodded, yawned, turned and walked away, Yang Fan suddenly called him, looked up and down, suspiciously said: "Last night we were not doing anything, why are you so sleepy?"

Ma Qiao was suffocated, and he glanced at him angrily: "Is it so early every day, are n’t you sleepy?"

Yang Fan looked at his back, shook his head inexplicably, and walked to the noodle shop of Jiang Xu.

diners squatting on the side of the road with soup bowls saw him coming and greeted him enthusiastically:

"Yang Er, early!"

"Jiro, morning!"

The time is long, it is already the first year of Yongchang.

This is a morning of Luoyang in Dongdu,

is also a morning of Luoyang Xiuwenfang!

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