"Qiao Dalang, the liquor workshop will be producing new wine in the next two days."
On this day, Qiao Junlin, Luo Yong and others came back from the open space in the northwest of the city.
On the way, several Hu people living in the city came to inquire.
"We can produce a batch at Yinshi tomorrow."
Qiao Junlin replied.
"I know, thank you Qiao Dalang."
After hearing this, the Hu people also imitated the Han people and cupped their hands like Qiao Junlin, and then left.
"These barbarians learn Chinese very quickly."
Luo Yong smiled and said to Qiao Junlin and the others after everyone had gone away.
When I met these people some time ago, they didn't speak much Chinese, and communication relied entirely on gestures.
I heard that every time they come back from selling wine, they use some cashmere bought from outside the customs to go to a maltose vendor in the city to exchange for some maltose and go home.
Then they use the maltose to coax the young men in the neighborhood.
Ask them to teach themselves how to speak Chinese.
Luo Yong also heard about the origins of this group of barbarians selling wine tails.
Their country was a little-known country, not very far from the Tang Dynasty.
I heard that the old king died two years ago.
The new king was immoral and lived a luxurious life, which forced the people of this small country to lose their way of survival.
A few of these people were smart and contacted a Sogdian caravan that had been to their country, and asked these Sogdians to take them across the desert to the Tang Dynasty.
The Sogdian caravan agreed, and they asked these barbarians to help their caravan carry the goods.
They only gave them a very small and rough amount of food along the way, and they didn't pay a penny for wages.
But at least they fulfilled their promise.
The incident brought these people to the Tang Dynasty.
After arriving in the Tang Dynasty, the Sogdian caravan did not stop in Dunhuang.
They walked all the way east, intending to go to Liangzhou City and trade directly with the Central Plains merchants who went to Liangzhou City to buy goods from the Central Plains area.
When the Hu people who helped them carry the goods passed through Changle County, they decided to stay here.
They didn't want to go to a more distant place.
They still had their families staying in their hometown.
Changle County was a good place and treated poor Hu people like them relatively friendly, and they could earn food and money here.
Some of them plan to take the money they earn here to take home to pay taxes that their families can no longer afford.
Others want to bring their families to live here, but that is too difficult.
There are elderly people and children at home, and crossing the desert is almost impossible for them.
Yinshi was around three or four o'clock in the morning.
In fact, when nine o'clock came that night, there were many people wrapped in old clothes and rags queuing up outside the wine shop.
When these barbarians came over, some local vendors from Changle County had already occupied the most sheltered place under the eaves, so they had to find a place to nest at the base of a wall next to these people.
It is late autumn now.
The sun is shining during the day and the weather is not too cold.
The temperature will become very low at night.
The night guard didn't say anything when he saw these people.
Changle County is only so big in total, and there are only so many people coming and going.
They are all familiar faces.
As long as they are sure that these people are indeed queuing up here to wait for drinks. , the curfew is actually not very strict.
Someone used a pottery pot to light a fire under the wall outside the winery.
Some people gathered around the fire and talked, some sat silently in the corner, and some were wrapped in quilts and huddled under the wall and fell asleep. .
The long night is long, and Changle County seems particularly quiet at night.
The cold air is a bit crisp, and it is not as dusty as during the day.
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After an unknown amount of time, there was finally movement in the winery.
The craftsmen lit torches in the yard and were about to start steaming the wine.
After a while, the aroma of the wine wafted out.
The vendors smelled the aroma of wine, packed their poles and barrels, and lined up outside the winery gate.
On the other side, those who worked in the tofu workshop were all up now.
They all braved the cold air in the morning and went to the tofu workshop in groups.
Some time ago, Magistrate Luo County spent some money to expand the tofu workshop to twice its original size.
The night shift was also cancelled.
From then on, there were only two shifts in the morning and evening.
Work can be finished at lunch time, and the later shift will start work after dawn, and will not finish work until evening.
As soon as the tofu workshop started working, the night in this county town was basically over.
Not long after, those who were steaming pancakes and frying fried dough sticks in the city also got up to work.
There are also some jobs in the food shop.
Early in the morning, you have to boil hot water and cook corn porridge in the shop.
Infinitely good literature, all in Jinjiang Literature City When daylight was about to break, the door of the liquor workshop finally opened.
Two young men working in the workshop came out to maintain order and let the vendors go in to buy wine in order of queue.
Each person could only buy two barrels.
The number of wine tails is limited, and there are many people who want to buy them.
Those at the front of the queue can naturally be bought.
If some people are lazy and come late, they will have to try their luck.
If the wine shop steams this batch this time, If there is a large quantity of liquor and a large amount of wine tail, it can be sold, otherwise, it will have to be returned empty-handed.
The vendors stood in the queue carrying wooden barrels, and those at the back stretched their necks to watch.
They watched the people in front go in one by one, and then come out one by one carrying heavy burdens, feeling anxious and uneasy.
Those in front who had bought wine were naturally happy.
The night was not in vain.
Nowadays, many people in Dunhuang, Jinchang and other places like to drink this wine.
Selling the tail of this load of wine can make a lot of money.
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"It's for sale."
"Grandma made some steamed buns at home and asked you to go back and eat them quickly."
"Why."
"Aye, hurry up."
"Don't worry, take these few pennies and buy some fried dough sticks to take home."
"Why" Holding these few copper coins in the hands of the young man, Sa Yazi went to the fried dough sticks stall.
Along the way, he saw that many food shops were open and the guys were sweeping them.
Steaming steam is rising from the pancake shops on the street, and waves of noodle aroma are carried by the morning breeze, floating all over the city, but it is still no match for the aroma of beans from the tofu workshop.
Every day when the tofu workshop cooks tofu, You can smell the aroma of beans in most of Changle County.
The fried dough sticks stall had already opened at this time.
Many wealthy families in the city would send their families here to buy fried dough sticks every morning.
There were also restaurants and bars.
If the customers in the shop wanted to eat, they would ask the young men to come and buy them.
There were still a group of Hu people sitting on the street, holding large pottery bowls and drinking hot soy milk.
They were holding big hot fried dough sticks in their hands.
They made the child swallow his saliva.
These Hu people had no family members and no one.
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People cook for them, so they eat this every morning.
When they finish eating, they go to the street to buy some cooking cakes and put them in their arms.
Then they go out of the city to sell wine in the market on the grassland outside the pass.
“I want a pound of fried dough sticks” "Okay, just wait." "" "Don't bake so close, watch out for the oil pan." "" "I don't have any" "Hurry, hurry
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The golden fried dough sticks were rolling in the oil pan, emitting a fragrant aroma, which made the child who bought the fried dough sticks feel his heart skip a beat, and even had a giggly grin on his face.
The author has something to say: update first and catch bugs later.
Regarding the new pit, some readers in the comment area expressed anger.
I am also reflecting on myself.
Everyone is so tolerant to me, but I did not consider more about the mood of the readers waiting for the update.
This is very inappropriate.
The article "North and South Groceries" is a huge and meticulous project for me.
Although there are still many shortcomings, it is indeed the most careful and detailed work I have written since I wrote it.
There will be a longer article later.
As for the content, I will do my best to write it down so that it won’t be unfinished.
This new pitfall of being a perfect match is like a piece of candy to me.
In the days to come, I will try my best to stop eating candy after completing my daily workload.
Because my loose attitude has disappointed some readers, I am very sorry and will be strict with myself in the future.
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