"Tiger child, how dare you fucking rob me of business?"
The speaker is a big man. He and Huzi are from the same village. According to their seniority, Huzi has to call uncle. They often go out together to sell food, but unfortunately, they both sell fermented glutinous rice. So they agreed that one person will set up a stall and the other will carry the burden. They will sell separately. Huzi is young and undoubtedly becomes the guy who carries the burden, But this guy actually sells fermented rice in front of his uncle? Isn't this business? Can you promise?
Tiger seemed to know the taboo, and smiled, "second uncle, I'm sorry, I'll sell there."
While talking, he ran to the opposite side with a pick, but his eyes still stared at the sound source, because he just heard that there seemed to be a lot of people making sounds. Wait a minute, if the second uncle's fermented rice is not enough, he will go up and sell a wave.
Just thinking about it, a group of figures came into his eyes. They were a group of burly men with bulging muscles and fierce light in their eyes. Otherwise, because it was Chang'an City, he must have run away. Because these guys were so tall, it was frightening to look at them. However, he was not worried at all, because he saw big characters printed on their clothes, This is indeed from Zhang's house.
He was overjoyed and hurriedly welcomed him with a pick: "gentlemen, let's have a bowl of mash."
He doesn't care why these guys run here in the morning. With steel plates on his back and sandbags wrapped around his feet, his biggest concern at the moment is to let these guys buy their own fermented rice.
Those who sell steamed bread, wonton and fermented glutinous rice all around are unhappy when they see this situation, especially the second uncle, who secretly scolds the tiger son for being unfilial and secretly sells it.
Although they despised the tiger son thousands of times, they also knew that this was the way of wealth, and kept yelling at he Quan and others.
"My guest, fermented glutinous rice... Excellent fermented glutinous rice..."
"Steamed bread... One can hold two. My guest, come and have a look..."
Even though everyone's voice was louder, he Quan didn't seem too interested, but just glanced at it.
But some of the people behind him couldn't stand. Looking at the white steamed bread, hot wonton and saliva, they were almost flowing out, but they didn't dare to go up without the boss. Now they are enforcing military discipline. If they were not careful, they may be punished twice.
Song tie actually thinks the same as everyone else. He also wants to go up and make some fermented rice. After all, he hasn't eaten for a night. Besides, after running for so long, everyone's stomach has long shriveled. If it was normal, he might have gone up to drink. It's 7788. However, at the training stage, the master has just designated a training plan. As the second son of the team, Naturally, he can't take the lead in committing crimes. Besides, he also admired he Quan this morning and greatly changed his view. Now he is even less likely to take the lead.
As soon as tiger Zi saw these guys, he was unmoved and had an idea. He quickly opened the jar. The aroma of fermented rice spread instantly, and the whole street could be heard clearly.
The guards felt bad when they smelled the smell. They were hungry. Now tiger son, who killed thousands of knives, deliberately opened the lid of the fermented rice. They directly felt that their legs were soft.
However, without the order of the leader, even if they were hungry, they didn't dare to stay at their feet for half a minute. Therefore, the people looked at he Quan with a begging face and didn't say anything.
He Quan was shocked suddenly. He seemed to have a hot look behind him. He glanced at the people's pleading. He knew that these guys looked really hungry.
In fact, he was already hungry, but as the leader of the team and shouldering the important task of the master, he felt that he could not be so rash. At least he should respect the meaning of the majority. Now that everyone is hungry, it's all right to have a bowl.
Thinking, he turned his head and glanced at the fermented rice in Huzi's hand. White, flower and flower glutinous rice came into view. The fermented rice wine was clearly audible. He instantly felt the continuous secretion of saliva in his mouth and swallowed his saliva. He suddenly looked up and said, "stop."
When they were happy, they quickly stopped.
He Quan turned and glanced at the crowd and said solemnly, "this was training and shouldn't go to dinner, but..."
"All right, all right, leader he Da, you see, the brothers are hungry. Why don't you eat first?"
A long and minute statement, song Tiao was unable to help. He looked at the tiger's mash and make complaints about it. He was hungry. He didn't think that this guy could let everyone eat anything.
Obviously, song tie's words attracted everyone's favor. He nodded repeatedly and motioned to he Quan not to talk nonsense. It's business to eat quickly.
After a boring discussion, he Quan didn't have ink, so he simply waved his hand: "go eat."
The crowd cheered and ran to the vendors regardless of their impression.