After seeing off Widow Zhang, the father and the other two finally began the first day after they settled down, and the first day of the Song Dynasty.

After cleaning up himself, he took out a golden bean from the woman's purse yesterday, and carried a bag of copper coins. The father and son went out to purchase.

What they had already agreed on, crosstalk could not be thrown away, but the store was not big, so it was impossible to dine in, and it was even more impossible to open a teahouse. Therefore, crosstalk could be used as a means to attract customers, but it could not be regarded as its main business, so the two decided to sell ramen.

There are no noble people in the southern city area where they are located, especially along the river line. They rely on the Bian River to make a living. They can’t afford to eat something slightly higher, but they can still eat a bowl of white noodles to reward themselves.

As for the taste of ramen, they dare not say how good they taste. After all, they are not professional chefs, but at least they look scary!

People in the Song Dynasty had never seen noodles flying up and down in the hands of the chef, flying dragons and phoenixes, and finally shook their hair in a unique skill. With this hand alone, there should be no worries that no one will come to buy it.

Walking on the street, the depression in Bianjing City still surprised the father and son. Although the most dangerous time yesterday had passed, there were almost no shops opening doors on both sides of the street to do business, and the doors of every household were closed, and there was almost no one on the avenue. The festive atmosphere of the New Year was gone.

Although the most dangerous yesterday has passed, it is obvious that the people are still scared. No one knows what these soldiers will do today, and no one has opened a business.

There were only three or five beggars on the street, leaning lazily against the corner of the wall. Rather than begging, they were waiting for death. Seeing this, Sun Chunming couldn't help but tighten the sword in his hand, but the beggars seemed to have no intention of robbing money. The eyes of the father and son were more like looking at fools.

Because there were really few stores that opened, the father and son walked half of Nancheng to buy all the things. On the way, people from three or three saw that the father and son had bought so many things in small packages, and they all responded: This person is not a fool, right?

On this day, it’s too late to exchange takeout items for money. Who would buy things at home? How did such a fool live to this day in this troubled world?

The father and son didn't care about the jokes about them. Who knows who is stupid? They usually get a big bowl worth five cents per day, and they bought more than three hundred yuan, and only spent three hundred yuan. They thought they would have to spend a golden bean today, but they didn't spend any money, and they all solved it.

When they got home, the father and son saw the scene outside. They thought that even if the door was opened, they would not have any business, so they simply stopped opening and practiced ramen. After practicing for a day, they almost made some appearances. The noodles could be more than one meter long. This technique may not be able to be used in the 21st century, but in the Song Dynasty, it was a wonder.

In the evening, the father and son ate a stomach of ramen and stewed a pot of bone broth, and then went to bed.

No words for another night.

The next day, also the second day of the establishment of the Song Dynasty.

For two consecutive days, there was no chaos on the street, and hope began to emerge in the hearts of the people, especially when I heard that none of the nobles and men in Beicheng died in the past two days. Those who should be officials continued to be officials and those who should be doing things continued to do things, as if they were not different from before except for changing the emperor.

In the 50th century, the dynasty changed five times, and I have never encountered such a situation. Could it be that Zhao Kuangyin was truly unparalleled in kindness? Could it be that this time, there was no city massacre?

With this idea in mind, many shops are open today to try the waters, especially those shops serving the nobles in Beicheng. For two consecutive days, the nobles have been in court as usual.

The North City is so open, what are you afraid of in the miserable situation in the South City? No matter who is the emperor, don’t you have to live your life as usual? The wives and children are still waiting for dinner, so many men have left their homes and continued to work, and the order on the street has also been restored.

Oh, I can't say that everything is normal, and there are still some changes. For example, at the corner of the Bianhe Wharf, the most popular Cao Family Bakery Shop, unknowingly, had already changed the shopkeeper, which made many old customers who came to buy bakery scream disappointment. When they looked closely, wasn't this the father and son who had spoken crosstalk on the wharf before?

The father directly put the dough outside so that everyone could see it. He rubbed a ball of dough in his hand. In a short while, he stretched it long and thinly. After flying up and down for a while, the thin noodles about two feet long were folded into his hand, and then stretched it hard and threw it hard on the dough. The noodles did not break, but instead stretched it even thinner, making a sound of breathing in the air.

Passers-by saw this method and stopped to look at it. Who among the northerners had never eaten noodles, but had never heard of such a way to eat this noodles? What does such a thin noodles taste like in your mouth?

After a while, Sun Chunming stretched the noodles, put them in a large pot in the room and boiled them, and kneaded the dough and continued to stretch them.

Sun Yue bowed around and said, "Everyone, there are no sesame cakes today. My father and son have no other skills in this store. Only this soup cake is unique, and it costs ten cents a bowl, which is guaranteed to be delicious. Who wants to buy a bowl to taste?"

Everyone looked at each other, beloved, it's not cheap.

You know, this is Nancheng. Usually a bowl of soup cakes costs about two cents, which is bitter. Two cents can fill your stomach. Who would spend ten cents?

When I heard about this price, most of the people dispersed.

The father and son were not in a hurry. Most of them had dispersed, but weren't there any dispersion? Although the soup cakes worth ten cents a bowl are quite expensive, they were never too affordable. They just wanted to taste them because of their skills in pulling noodles in the air just now.

Sun Yue smiled and started to collect money. After a while, more than 100 cigars were collected. The noodles in the pot were cooked. They put them in the broth, put them on radish, sprinkle them with chopsticks, and then took the noodles to the guests one by one.

People in Nancheng rarely eat in the place where they eat, and they are not so particular about it. They squat down and eat with a big bowl. When they eat one by one, their eyes are shiny. They give thumbs of praise and praise them all.

Ramen is about one clear, two white, three red, four green, five yellow, and the soup is clear, the meat is rotten, and the noodles are fine, but they have not done anything.

But this ramen was only available in the Qing Dynasty more than a thousand years later. It was much better than the soup cakes in the Song Dynasty. At least the soft teeth and smoothness were incomparable to the soup cakes in the Song Dynasty. The broth and noodles were perfectly blended, but the meat smell was not as fragrant as the noodles. It was strange if you didn't feel shocked when you ate it for the first time.
Chapter completed!