The busyness of Weishui River suddenly stops after passing the intersection with Wugong River.
Because this is the exit at the north end of Baoxie Road.
Countless supplies surged out from this exit.
Especially since this year, the number of people and materials from Shu through this export has increased several times or even ten times more than before.
Even though the Baoxie Road has been continuously repaired, reinforced and expanded over the years, it is still overwhelmed by such heavy transportation.
So some of the supplies had to go along the Qishan Road.
However, fortunately, there is the Dahan Reserve Bureau, which can coordinate the movement of supplies in various places in a timely manner.
For example, if the grain from Shu is to be transported to Guanzhong, in an emergency, Longyou can be asked to transport the grain to Guanzhong first.
The Shu area will be supplemented by Longyou within a certain period of time.
During the Shangdang battle a few years ago, the imperial court urgently mobilized Longyou's grain reserves, and then asked Shu to replenish a batch of grain for Longyou in the later stage.
If the situation is not urgent and there is enough time, it would be better to coordinate—coordinate the complementary resources of various places.
This was the original intention of the Reserve Bureau when it was established - it was definitely not to make big money, but to make a little money by taking advantage of the information gap and time difference.
Do not believe?
If you don’t believe it, look at it, all the seats in the Reserve Bureau have been sold out to people of all ages.
price?
what price?
That was the order of the minister, oh, it should be said that the former minister ordered Mr. Jiang to sell it.
What does it have to do with Feng Da Sima that the price of seats is too high?
At that time, Da Sima was leading the battle on the front line.
All materials transferred from Hanzhong will be rested and sorted in Xicheng before going back on the road.
The same goes for people.
Even though the imperial court has built Baoxie Road over and over again over the years, even if later generations took long-distance trains and just sat, chatted and slept along the way, they still had to get off the train from time to time to get some fresh air.
Let alone transporting things far away in this era.
So Yicheng, as the first stop at the exit of Baoxie Road, is even more densely populated than the east and west cities of Chang'an, and the supplies are piled up like mountains.
Along the Wei River, from Yicheng to Wuzhangyuan, many arbors and even guesthouses were erected for business travelers traveling between the north and the south to rest.
Compared with entering Xicheng, resting in a pavilion guest house on the edge of the Wei River is more cost-effective - there are not so many things to pay when you go out to make a living, and you can save whatever you can.
Those who are really particular about it would have already taken the Ziwu Valley to Chang'an.
Isn’t Ziwu Valley much closer than Baoxie Road?
Although Ziwu Valley cannot be used as a main channel for transporting materials, if it is used as a pedestrian passage, there is still no problem.
Therefore, most of the people coming out of Baoxie Road are all kinds of people escorting and transporting materials.
Including large and small caravans traveling between Guanzhong and Shu.
The consumption level of these various arbors on the edge of the Wei River is naturally more suitable for these migrant workers who are traveling for a living than those in Xicheng.
“Sir, why don’t we take the Ziwu Road? Isn’t it closer?”
On the east bank of Wugong River, a young man looked at the bustling restaurant in front of him and asked a man next to him with some doubts.
“Eat noodles!”
The man stared at the pergola, with an inexplicable smile on his lips, and replied:
“I heard that the pasta here is delicious, so I specially brought you here to try it.”
As early as the time of Emperor Xiaowu of the former Han Dynasty, the imperial court vigorously promoted wheat cultivation in Guanzhong, which has lasted nearly four hundred years.
Before the Prime Minister's Northern Expedition, Feng had already improved flour grinding tools and pasta making methods in Shu.
In the years since the Han Dynasty regained Guanzhong, it has been vigorously restoring production.
When Guanzhong, which was resuming production, met the noodles from Shu, they naturally hit it off.
Especially Xicheng, the largest intersection between Shu and Guanzhong.
The restaurants by Wugong Waterfront are faced with the porters and coolies who come and go, so naturally they are not so particular.
Even the cooks set up stoves directly in the pergola and cooked in front of the guests.
However, although the stove is a bit crude, the food tastes really good.
The chef puts the kneaded dough on the chopping board and presses it a few times. Then he twists off a small ball and pulls it in the air a few times. The dough turns into long and thick strips.
Shake it a few more times, and the strip will change from thick to thin.
Even though the cook is stout, he only has one good eye, and his blind eye is not covered, giving him a fierce look, but his hands are very flexible.
Thread the thin strips back and forth a few times, and the noodles will take shape.
After a while, the noodles requested by the guests were ready and then thrown into the boiling water beside them.
I guessed that the time was almost up, so I picked it up and put it into a large earthenware bowl, then scooped out another spoonful of unknown cooked meat.
Shake it once, shake it again...
The guest standing nearby couldn't help shouting:
“What are you shaking? How big is the spoon? Can’t you hold it? If you can’t hold it, let me do it myself!”
Meat is actually not very good meat, it is basically sewage.
But after the store’s secret method, it tastes really good.
The key is to put a lot of salt in it.
People who do physical work have strong tastes, especially those who like heavy salt and heavy oil.
In addition, there is meat—the water is also meat!
Hence, the business of this store is booming.
Business is all about being friendly and making money, but the chef's temper is as hot as the business in the store, and he is not polite to the guests at all. He rolled his eyes:
“What are you shouting about? When I took the knife to chop the thieves in front of the battle, my hand was very steady! Do you want to try it?”
The guest pointed at a bit of meat on the tip of the noodles and trembled with anger.
I can be considered a regular customer of this shop, but the cook is extremely stingy and doesn't give him any face.
But precisely because he is an old customer, he knows something about this store.
Not only the cook, but also everyone in the store from top to bottom, I heard, are all people who have retired from the military.
When I first came to open a shop, the emperor had not yet moved the capital. The Han Dynasty had just recovered Guanzhong. In addition to Chang'an, there was still some chaos in Guanzhong.
The local gangster wanted to show off his power and take advantage, but he was chased for several miles by someone in the store with a knife.
He reluctantly sent a few twisters to the government to receive their rewards.
But one thing to say is that the people in this shop have strong hands and feet, and the food they cook is also very good.
If it were any other company that dared to treat its guests like this, its business would have declined long ago.
But you won’t come to this restaurant, but there are many people who are willing to come—didn’t you see the long queue outside?
The ingredients are solid, and the food in such a big bowl is piled high.
The taste is unique.
It is truly something that guests both love and hate.
But I saw that the cook was not slow at all while he was talking to the guests, and he added a few thinly sliced vine slices to the bowl.
I heard the guest shout again:
“If you don’t put too much meat, why don’t you let people eat more of these vines?”
This time, the cook didn't say anything. He took a few more slices and threw them in, then sprinkled them with chopped green onion and coriander.
“You should also put more coriander.”
The cook was so angry that he picked up a large handful of coriander and pressed it all into the bowl.
Finally, use a big ladle to scoop up the steaming soup that has been prepared in advance and fill the big bowl full of it.
The guest was finally satisfied, and without any instructions from the cook, he couldn't wait to reach out and pick up the big bowl, lowered his head and took a sip of the hot soup.
With a look of satisfaction on his face, he turned around and walked towards his seat.
“Next, number fifty-six!”
The guests at the back who couldn't wait for a long time quickly handed over the wooden sign in their hands.
“Guest, I’m sorry, it’s full. If you really want to be rewarded, please queue at the back.”
Seeing the man leading a group of people over and standing at the edge of the pergola handing out wooden signs to welcome guests, he quickly reminded them with a smile.
There were both men and women in this group. Although their clothes were not classy, they were still well-dressed, and they looked like they were from well-to-do families.
It doesn’t look like someone who comes to eat in a place like this.
Especially the young woman next to the man, she looks good. Even if she doesn't speak, she still exudes a gentleness just by standing there.
This kind of temperament cannot be cultivated by ordinary people.
Not to mention the man standing behind the young woman.
Although there is an impatient look on his face, the green clothes on his body have already said everything.
In the Han Dynasty, Qingyi was the symbol of scholars.
Coupled with the golden rising sun embroidered on the chest, it means that this person has been recognized by the highest university in the Han Dynasty. I heard the man in green say impatiently: "Sister, is there anything good to eat in a place like this? Why not go to Xicheng."
"Your brother-in-law took a detour to come here. He certainly has his reasons. Please be patient."
The man in green groaned and could only shut up.
The man in the lead seemed not to have heard the conversation between the sisters and brothers. His group was stopped. Not only was he not angry, but the smile on his face became even stronger.
He looked at the visitor who stopped him with amusement:
“Mo Sanming?”
Welcome to the guests for a moment.
Over the years, others have called him Mo Laosan.
The only people who could be named Mo Sanming were his colleagues in the army.
“What? You don’t recognize me?”
Mo Laosan’s eyes widened and he stared blankly at the man in front of him. It wasn’t until the man’s face gradually overlapped with the deepest memory in his heart that he shouted in disbelief:
“Lao Feng?”
The man smiled but said nothing.
“Is it really you? Lao Feng?”
Mo Laosan suddenly grabbed the man's arms and shouted excitedly.
The man finally burst out laughing and hugged Mo Laosan:
“Brother, you can’t think of it, right?”
“Of course I can’t think of it!”
After the two separated, Mo Laosan was still excited and a little unbelievable at the same time:
"No, weren't you promoted? I heard that you still led the troops to guard the place."
As he spoke, he looked behind the man and hesitated, "Why..."
The man chuckled, but didn't show any emotion.
He just patted the other party's arm hard:
“I’ll talk about this later when I have a chance.”
Then his eyes fell on the store, seeming to be looking for something.
Mo Laosan understood and quickly turned his head and shouted inside:
“Old Zhao, Lao He, Lao Wei, look who’s coming?”
Hearing the call, both the cook serving the dishes and the shopkeeper collecting the money looked up.
“It’s Lao Feng!”
The cook who was making noodles for the guests was extremely generous for the first time in a hundred years. He poured all the meat in the spoon into the big bowl without shaking it.
Make the noodles in three clicks and push them in front of the guests: "Here!"
Throwing the big spoon away, he ran out.
The guest in front held up the big bowl and looked at the meat in his bowl in disbelief.
The guests in the front took advantage of it, while the guests in the back looked at the empty stove and couldn’t believe that the cook had just run away, and they shouted anxiously:
“Hey, it’s my turn!”
"No time!"
The guest was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
This store, from top to bottom, is really difficult for his mother to take care of!
“I just stopped by to see everyone,” Lao Feng looked at the old guys in front of him and felt excited in his heart:
"Business first, business first, don't delay the business, I won't leave in a hurry, I will have time to catch up with everyone later."
Speaking, he turned around and said, "I just want to bring your sister-in-law, nieces and nephews here to get acquainted with them."
The eyes of several people fell on the young woman next to Old Feng.
They have long been curious about who this woman is.
After receiving Lao Feng's confirmation, these people quickly straightened their faces, and the cook even wiped his hands on his apron twice.
Then he bowed to the woman.
The woman did not have stage fright, nor did she show any alienation from these vulgar men. Instead, she returned the courtesy with a smile on her face:
"I have long heard that Alang said that there are several brothers who are close to each other in life and death. When I saw them today, I realized that you are indeed extraordinary in appearance."
The voice is nice, and the words are even more beautiful.
It made some rough guys smile so much that their back teeth were exposed.
Lao Feng is so lucky!
This woman looked like she came from a wealthy family.
Coming from Shuzhong, my surname is Li...
Tsk tsk!
Lao Feng could not hide the proud smile on his face, and introduced his two sons and one daughter to them.
Hearing that the eldest son of the old Feng family was selected and recommended by a local school to study in Chang'an, several people wanted to stare out their eyes.
Marrying a lady from a wealthy family is certainly enviable, but it is nothing new.
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But if their children can go to Chang'an to study, they will really be envious of them.
Isn't this Old Feng's ancestral tomb emitting green smoke?
After introducing his family members, it was finally his turn to be Kundi, the woman’s brother.
Under the watchful eyes of his sister, the gentleman in green clothes had no choice but to salute several people no matter how reluctant he was.
He may dislike his brother-in-law, but he absolutely obeys his sister.
“Ming, I have met a few... brothers.”
These old guys have seen a lot of the world, so they naturally noticed Li Ming's stubbornness.
But it didn’t show on his face.
He was even more certain of his guess just now.
They were all the first old men to follow Feng Junhou in his southern and northern wars. Who didn’t have a good housekeeper?
Where did these good girls come from?
Others don’t know it, so don’t you, the Nanxiang people like you, know it?
Everyone is willing to die for the king, so there is a reason.
However, Lao Feng's Kundi can actually wear Tsing Yi with a golden sun embroidered on it, which makes people a little more tolerant towards him.
A group of people were here to reminisce about old times, but the customers in the store finally became unhappy and began to make noise:
“Shop, can you still do this business?”
“Why are you so anxious? Your uncle is in a good mood today. Can you wait a while? There are people in the store who have already lined up. All food is free today!”
The tone is extremely bad, but the content is extremely comforting and makes people happy all of a sudden.
The store has said this, so it’s natural for the guest to say nothing more. Guests do as the host does, and guests do as the host does.
Actually, it’s worth waiting a little longer for such delicious food, right?
On the other hand, Li Ming, after hearing this, finally showed a slight look of surprise on his face.
Although this shop is not very popular, if there are so many customers, it will still cost a lot of money if they are all exempted.
This store doesn’t look amazing on the surface, even a little rude, but I didn’t expect it to be so heroic.
“Come on, Lao Feng, let’s go to the back hall to talk. Lao Wei, show your true skills and make some food for your sister-in-law and nephews.”
As he spoke, he said to the woman, "Sister-in-law, you may think that we are not on the stage here, but our skill in cooking spoons has its origins."
"You will know after you eat it. To be boastful, the taste is probably better than those restaurants in the city."
Then he shouted to the back of the one-eyed cook:
“Take out the tendon meat from the back hall, don’t use the offal meat.”
"Know."
When a group of people arrived at the back hall, the woman had a worried look on her face:
“Will it affect the business of several brothers?”
There are so many people outside, and I don’t know how much money I will lose if I just ask for exemption.
With these words, my sister-in-law really regarded them as her own family. The shopkeeper burst out laughing:
“It’s okay, this store wasn’t originally intended to make money, it was just to give the brothers passing by a place to rest and eat.”
“All kinds of expenses in this shop are purchased from the guild, which is much cheaper than outside. You can’t lose much money.”
Over the years, with the spread of the technology of raising poultry and livestock in captivity, meat supply production has increased significantly.
But it is not easy for a roadside shop like this to have a stable supply of flour and meat.
Even if the ones used in the store are just various types of livestock and poultry offal, it still has to be relevant.
With just a few sentences, the woman could tell that these brothers of Alang were not simple people.
However, thinking of the ubiquitous tentacles of behemoths such as the Xinghan Society, she suddenly realized that Alang's purpose of taking a detour this time might not be simple either.