In the shop, everyone from the shopkeeper to the waiter was very arrogant.
Looking at the rich and luxurious clothes of their group, they rarely smiled.
The door curtain was really not small.
There were dozens of large vats on the left side.
She saw that they were mostly filled with fine grains.
The ones on the right side were filled with coarse grains.
Many people wearing coarse cloths were holding their own jars.
I am holding my noodle bag, where I am waiting for the storekeepers in the grain shop to help me pack the grain.
The waiter's face was full of impatience, but the common people looked at them extremely flatteringly, hoping to get more.
"Amma, let's buy rice."
Qingyan's crisp voice sounded in the store, and the people turned to look at the people who had just entered.
Amma These two words made many people lower their heads to prevent them from seeing the noble person and making him unhappy.
The status of Qing bannermen is always higher than that of Han people.
"My dear, what else are you buying?"
Fei Yanggu led Qing Yan to the seat on the left.
The shopkeeper looked at their clothes and knew that this would definitely be a big customer, so he hurried forward to greet them.
"Sir, the things we have here are very good.
Look at the fine grains, they are all from that year."
The shopkeeper was also worried.
He did not sell the fine grains, but sold a lot of coarse grains.
Before the disaster, many dignitaries lived in the county.
When the disaster came, those people basically left the county, which made the grain he bought in advance basically useless.
Qing Yan pointed with his little finger and asked for rice and white flour.
"One costs 100 kilograms, how much silver?"
Fei Yanggu pretended that he couldn't see the sign.
"Ama, isn't one person a pound?"
Qingyan tilted her head and looked at the sign on the right side of the door.
Didn't she understand?
The shopkeeper was shocked.
That brand was designed for coarse grains, but it was as beautiful as fine grains.
"Sir, that's for the buyers of coarse grains."
The shopkeeper quickly bowed.
"That's all, Acton, you gave the grain money and sent it back to the inn first."
Two hundred kilograms of grain is quite a lot.
Xiaoguai wanted to go shopping, but it was extremely inconvenient to buy those things. "."
Acton quickly agreed.
After the group left, there was a discussion behind them.
Qingyan was a Manchu princess and scorned the Han people's female rings and other things.
Although, the nuns in the palace are always looking for trouble.
"Amma, there aren't many girls on the street."
Qing Yan looked around.
Whether it was shops or stalls, there were basically not many girls coming forward.
Fei Yanggu laughed.
This place is close to the south of the Yangtze River.
There are very few Han women who come out to the public.
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Many people think that the Manchu princesses are a little too out of line.
The people nearby looked at Qing Yan's appearance and frowned.
"Let's go to the restaurant to eat first.
There are seafood you like to eat here."
Yin looked at the small restaurants nearby and thought that Qing Yan always liked seafood.
In the capital, she was controlled by the nuns and rarely used seafood.
Now, she should relax a bit.
ah Qing Yan was confused.
Yin was in charge of her using cool things, so why did she let go in advance?
"I used it today.
Go back and drink ginger and jujube brown sugar water."
Yin said.
As soon as the words fell, Qing Yan fell directly from heaven to hell.
"Okay."
Qing Yan didn't care about this anymore.
As long as she could eat, she felt great.
Walking into the restaurant, she finally understood the meaning of approaching a disaster area.
Looking at the restaurant, I don’t know, it should have been a nice place before the disaster, but now, it is quite deserted.
"Masters, what can you do?"
The shopkeeper came to invite trouble in person.
Since the disaster warning, those wealthy families have left one after another, making the restaurant's business even worse.
"Bring some of the seafood dishes here, and one serving of each of your special dishes."
Yin couldn't help but said directly as he watched the guards sitting nearby.
The shopkeeper quickly looked at Fei Yanggu, who was the eldest among the owners.
The shopkeeper nodded slightly, and then the shopkeeper dared to go over and prepare.
This situation made Yin feel very uncomfortable.
"Fourth, you are young, so that person has no choice but to ask me."
Fei Yanggu answered the question for the two of them.
Before arriving at the county seat, Fei Yanggu had a deep talk with Yin and told Yin that he would call him Fourth Uncle outside, and he could only call him Fourth Uncle.
Qing Yan looked back and forth with his little head.
The layout here generally has the style of the Lu style area.
"Are there any pancakes on the street?"
Qing Yan looked at Fei Yanggu.
The two of them should pass by Zhili from time to time, and they still need to rely on them to find these things. puff Yin squirted out the tea in his mouth.
Pancakes are usually used by ordinary people to satisfy their hunger.
Many people make them at home.
Who would buy them outside?
"Shopkeeper, can you make pancakes here?"
Yin looked at Qing Yan's pleading eyes and softened her heart.
Fei Yanggu held his forehead, and Yin always doted on him like this, but it didn't work.
"Yes, young master, we don't sell the pancakes here.
If you like them, you can make them for a copper coin."
The shopkeeper heard that they all spoke with a Beijing accent and couldn't help but wonder about the identities of these people.
Before, he had heard that Lord Long Live sent several of his princes Qian Ai to provide disaster relief.
Looking at this, he became suspicious.
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"Okay" Qingyan agreed, "I want 300 tickets", Pancakes are the best to store, and multigrain pancakes are even better.
The shopkeeper saw that neither of them objected, so he quickly went to the kitchen and told the chef that these few tables of customers would be enough to sustain the shop for the first half of the year.
"Xiao Guai, is it too much?"
Yin looked at Qing Yan, the pancakes were not delicious.
"Hehe, I like to eat it, and I can keep it for a while," Qing Yan objected.
In modern times, people in Qingyan like to eat pancakes, and they can make many kinds of pancakes.
The seafood was on the table, and Qing Yan's eyes instantly lit up.
It was really great.
These seafoods were basically all off-the-shelf from major stores, and they looked like very good things.
"Si Si, it's so delicious."
Qing Yan smiled as he ate the fried razor clams.
None of the seafood offered as tribute in the capital is as delicious as this.
"That's all, as long as you like it."
Yin Dao didn't care.
After the meal, the two guards sent the pancakes back, and Qing Yan asked them to unwrap the pancakes.
"Si Si, we also need to order garlic and a small amount of onions."
While shopping, Qing Yan saw that almost every stall selling vegetables had onions and garlic.
"Good" the banquet, Yin very regarded it as an imperial edict and carried it out, while Fei Yanggu said nothing.
The things Xiaoguai prepared basically relied on folk remedies.
After leaving tomorrow, the challenges he and Yin will face will truly begin.
In the evening, Qing Yan returned to the inn and leaned against the second-floor window, looking at the street scene.
The vendors were closing their stalls and preparing to go home.
This slow pace made her not feel that she was approaching a disaster area.
The victims in front of the city gate made her feel not very good
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