Chapter 27

The red sun is rising higher and higher, and the bazaar has reached its peak. Everywhere on the street can be heard Hawking voices of peddlers. Ling Jingxuan holds a jar in one hand and two buns in the other hand. The father and the son crowd through the crowd and stop. When they see the stalls selling rare objects, they always look up, but they don't buy anything. Compared with the ancient town streets seen on TV in the past life, they can't buy anything, The buildings here are less gorgeous, but there is more of a rustic and heavy flavor of the times, but there is no big difference in the general structure.

"Dad, where are we going

They have been walking for a long time. Their sweats have already soaked their worn-out clothes. Along the way, they are excited and suddenly raise their heads. They have a special look at the jar in Ling Jingxuan's other hand. They are worried that the jam will not be sold.

"Ha ha What's the hurry? Isn't it

Seeing the suspicion of the big steamed bun, Ling Jingxuan smiles and looks at the gorgeous building not far ahead. Ling wenshun looks at the past with his eyes. The doubts are more serious: "is that a restaurant?"

Many well-dressed men and women walk in and out of the three storey building. Through the crowd, it seems that the people inside are eating. He has heard that the restaurant is the place where others can eat.

"Well."

Without any explanation, Ling Jingxuan pulls them to the gorgeous restaurant. A piece of grass is garbage on the ground. If it is bundled with Chinese cabbage, it can be sold at a price. The key is to see how you package and sell it. If the jam he makes is sold on the street, he can earn tens of Wen at most and sell it to groceries There are not many shops. If there is no plan to make money, maybe he will sell it at a low price, but now

Xinyuan restaurant! There is no one of the biggest restaurants in Datong town. The gorgeous three-story building is located in the most prosperous and conspicuous area of the town. The local gentry, local tyrants and merchants are the ones who enter here. It is said that every time the county magistrate comes to Datong Town, he always dines here. Therefore, compared with other restaurants, Xinyuan is undoubtedly the best.

Standing right in front of the restaurant, Ling Jingxuan looks up at the four big characters hanging above the door, with a slight hook on the corner of his lips, and the weird and evil spirit on the end. The narrow red phoenix eyes are full of naked calculation. That's it!

"Dad, are we really going in?"

Holding Ling Jingxuan, who wants to enter the restaurant, Ling wenlingwu's skinny faces show timidity. Because of their worn-out clothes, passers-by have already pointed out to them. After all, the two children are still young, smart and precocious, and their faces are almost bleeding.

Looking down at them, Ling Jingxuan squatted down and gently touched their faces: "it's just people. We're just poor, and we haven't done anything wrong. What should we be afraid of?"

"But..."

Ling Wen looked around, but stopped, Ling Wu was directly timid to hide behind him, Ling Jingxuan helplessly shook his head: "otherwise you wait for me outside, I sold jam will come out."

Two steamed stuffed buns are sensitive and face saving. He knows this, so he doesn't want to force them. Standing in such a place for the first time, they will flinch and fear. After all, they haven't seen anything in the world, have they?

"No, no, we'll go wherever dad goes."

After deeply looking at him for half a ring, Ling Wen plucked up his courage and stammered his way. At the same time, Ling Wu walked out of his back in silence. Ling Jingxuan gave them a look of encouragement and rubbed their heads again before entering the restaurant.

This is not the peak period of dining, and the restaurant is not overcrowded. However, most of the tables are filled with merchants in splendid clothes, such as guigongzi or Jiaojiao. The three Ling Jingxuan and his son in coarse linen are undoubtedly rare animals. They attract all the attention at the moment of entering. I'm afraid that ordinary people would have been scared to be weak, which can be imitated by Ling Jingxuan Buddha didn't feel those hot gaze like, pulling two steamed stuffed buns to the counter calmly.

The little buns who were a little bit timid before could not help but stand up their small chest plate when they saw this. Their parents were not afraid. What should they be afraid of?

"My guest..."

The shopkeeper who responded quickly came to stop them, but Ling Jingxuan pushed him away: "don't say hello. I'll talk to your shopkeeper about some business."

"Er..."

The shopkeeper's brain is dark, who wants to greet him?

"What can I do for you, my guest?"

It seems that the shopkeeper, who is about 30 or 40 years old, raises his hand and swings away from the shopkeeper. He looks at them strangely. His eyes are full of doubts and curiosities. He doesn't mean to despise them.

"I'm ling Jingxuan. I'm a scholar. Do you know the name of the shopkeeper?"

Throwing the jar to Ling Wen, Ling Jingxuan clasped hands at the shopkeeper. His thin and beautiful face hung with a faint smile. He didn't flatter him and didn't seem disrespectful and alienated. The shopkeeper secretly took a panoramic view of everything and replied with a smile: "excuse me, your name is Zhang. What can I do for you, sir?"

Shopkeeper Zhang can be regarded as the innumerable shopkeeper of Xinyuan restaurant. Although the man in front of him looks very young, he doesn't feel like an ordinary poor scholar. His ease at this time is enough to make him treat him politely.