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Wontons are stuffed with pork and green onions, with thin skin and lots of fillings.

Although the taste can only be regarded as average, the portion is generous and the soup is not bad.

Especially the few slices of green and white fresh green onion sprinkled on top of the thick soup are very refreshing.

It can be seen that the two hawkers are real people.

If it were a few years ago, Ye Qiming would not even take a look at such a small street stall, let alone eat it.

But at this time, Ye Qiming was eating with gusto.

After eating three or four wontons, Ye Qiming felt a little warm in his stomach. He smiled and said to the hawker, "Is this fellow from Liaoning? Is this wonton a family craft?"

This vendor was probably in his early fifties, with a weathered face. Looking at him, one could tell that he was tired, but he was still in good spirits.

After all, hawkers are businessmen, and their eyesight is much better than that of ordinary people, and they are also much more lively.

Although the Ye Qiming in front of him was only wearing an ordinary coarse robe, his aura and calm expression were definitely not those of an ordinary scholar and could be possessed by ordinary people.

The hawker did not dare to be negligent and said with a smile: "Uncle, you have really good eyesight. The little old man is from Liaodi. His hometown is in Sanshui Lane, Guangning City. He has been making wontons since he was thirteen years old.

I have been working as an apprentice with my master for almost forty years. Back then, when I was in Guangning City, Mr. Li, Li Yuanqing, also ate the wontons made by me. What a pity."

The hawker smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Now that prices in Beijing have skyrocketed, we can't use the best pork hind legs. The old man is too old and can't chop the meat so finely. The taste is just worse than before."

There’s a big difference.”

"Li Yuanqing?"

Ye Qiming couldn't help but be stunned. For a moment, the smile on his face became gentler: "Fellow, the Li Yuanqing you are talking about is Li Yuanqing, the current chief military officer of Changsheng Island in southern Liaoning?"

When he mentioned Li Yuanqing, the hawker became more energetic, as if he had become much younger all of a sudden. He smiled and said: "Master, have you heard of Master Li's reputation? He is really the pride of our Liao people.

Ah! Back then, when Mr. Li was not in the army, he was doing medicine business in Guangning. Every morning, he would come to Xiao Lao'er's stall and eat a bowl of wontons and five sesame seed cakes. I watched Xiao Lao'er at that time.

Come out, Mr. Li, his future is bound to be limitless. Looking at it now, it is indeed true."

The main customers of this wonton stall are mainly the peddlers and lackeys who get up in the morning, such as government officials, bearers of wealthy families, shopkeepers who get up in the morning to work, as well as some businessmen, or those who are relatively wealthy.

People who are too lazy to make breakfast.

Ordinary people, if they have to eat a bowl of wontons that costs fifteen cents, and a small thin meat pie that costs eight cents, it will definitely be painful.

At this time, it was still early, about six o'clock, and it was not yet the morning dynasty or the time when people had already gone out to work, which was around seven o'clock. The hawker was also very leisurely. Seeing that Ye Qiming was willing to follow him

While chatting, he also smiled and chatted with Ye Qiming.

Compared with southerners, northerners are obviously rougher, more enthusiastic in their ways.

This hawker has been living in Beijing for six or seven years. Although his local accent has not changed, he has already adapted to the way people in Beijing speak. He is more talkative and willing to talk.

Especially the topic about Li Yuanqing, that is really the pride of their entire Liao people!

Back then, when Li Yuanqing led his troops to set up a temple outside the capital city, the hawker even took his mother-in-law and his maid to see it.

Ye Qiming naturally heard that the hawker was bragging at this time, but this was human nature and he would not expose it.

He smiled and said, "I didn't expect that, my fellow man, your eyesight is really superb. Li Yuanqing does have some abilities. I also admire him very much."

How can Ye Qiming's art of speaking be comparable to that of this hawker?

Immediately, the hawker couldn't help but be overjoyed, as if he had found a close friend. He smiled and said, "Master, you really praised the little old man. However, when Mr. Li sat in the little old man's stall, he

I can feel that Mr. Li's skills are absolutely extraordinary. My master once taught me that when looking at people, the first thing to look at is their figure, and the second thing to look at is their face."

Seeing that Ye Qiming seemed to be fascinated by what he was listening to, the hawker became even more excited and showed off: "Mr. Li is tall and strong, but very well-proportioned. He walks like a tiger. In addition, Mr. Li's face is so handsome."

He looks like a majestic and wealthy man. Uncle, guess what? In less than half a year, news came from Liaodong that Li Yuanqing followed Master Mao and others to conquer Zhenjiang City. Oops, it has been almost seven years since then. Think about it.

, as if you are still seeing it before your eyes!"

Ye Qiming smiled and said: "I didn't expect that you, my fellow, have studied faces. You really don't show your face. By the way, my fellow, why did you come to Beijing? I heard that Li Yuanqing and Li Shuai were on Changsheng Island.

It’s doing pretty well now.”

Why is the hawker Ye Qiming’s rival?

When he heard that Ye Qiming was very respectful to Li Yuanqing, he also opened up his chatter and said with a smile: "Uncle, this matter is a long story. Back then, when Guangning was in crisis, everyone ran to the pass.

The old man's arms and legs, as well as his wife and girl's legs and feet were not very agile, so he couldn't walk for a while. Fortunately, a nobleman came to help him and gave the young man's wife and girl a donkey. The young man followed the nobleman.

The family finally entered the pass with great difficulty. After arriving in the pass, the little old man originally planned to go to Zhenjiang to join Mr. Li, but it was too chaotic and there was no boat. The little old man could only follow the flow and came to Jingli

.Relying on this little old man’s skills, he can barely make ends meet.”

"Hey, what a pity. The little old man has no son, only a little girl. If not, the little old man must send his son to Mr. Li and let him follow him to kill the Tatars."

Ye Qiming nodded slowly.

Although the hawker didn't say who this noble man was, he could probably guess that he was probably related to Li Yuanqing.

Ye Qiming remembered that Li Yuanqing's second wife, the young lady from the Qu family, was in Guangning City back then?

It’s no wonder that Li Yuanqing was able to do this at such a young age.

This is truly the right time, location, and people.

Although the hawker didn't say anything, Ye Qiming knew that the reason why many people in Guangning City fled the city in advance to avoid being massacred by the Tatars was because Li Yuanqing spread the word in advance.

Even though this hawker arrived in Beijing, he always remembered to keep the secret and never forgot Li Yuanqing's kindness. This is really...

From this we can also imagine how much influence Li Yuanqing had in Liao Dynasty.

It is not surprising that such a person can win the battle.

However, Li Yuanqing and the imperial court are now...

Ye Qiming thought about it and couldn't help but frown slightly. The warriors were powerful, which was definitely not a blessing for the court...

The hawker saw that Ye Qiming had thought of something on his mind, and a new customer happened to arrive next to him. He stopped pestering Ye Qiming and went to greet the new customer with a smile.

Ye Qiming looked at the busy back of the hawker and couldn't help but laugh and shook his head.

Maybe I thought he was tired, but in fact, maybe he was having a great time.

If you are not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish?

After eating all the wontons in the bowl and eating a small piece of thin meat pie, Ye Qiming smiled and said to the boy next to him: "Hun'er, are you full?"

The boy named Hun'er hurriedly smiled and said: "Sir, Hun'er is full."

Ye Qiming smiled and said, "Take three taels of silver and pay the boss."

"ah?"

Hun'er was stunned and said hurriedly: "Master, our meal will not exceed fifty coins. This..."

Ye Qiming had already stood up, "Just do it."

"yes."

Hun'er didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly took out three taels of silver from his purse and handed it to the hawker.

The hawker also came to his senses and hurriedly caught up to Ye Qiming, "Uncle, this, this is impossible. This, this is too much."

Ye Qiming smiled and waved his hand, "It doesn't matter. Fellow fellow, we are very compatible. Today, I originally wanted to chat with you for a while, but suddenly I remembered something that I have to deal with. Let's wait for another day. I'll wait for another day.

Come eat your wontons again and let’s have a good chat. Just treat this money as advance payment from me.”

"Hey, uncle, if you want to come next time, you'd better let me know in advance, and I will make stuffing with pig hind leg meat for you."

Ye Qiming had been feeling a little depressed these days, but when he met this hawker early this morning, he couldn't help but feel much brighter.

At this time, there were a lot more pedestrians on the street and it was getting busy. Ye Qiming was not in a hurry. He walked slowly and methodically to the entrance of an alley not far away and sat down in an inconspicuous teahouse.

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The young boy Hun'er respectfully went to wait at the door, not knowing what kind of guest he was waiting for.

Not long after, Zhou Wei, who had been promoted to a member of the Ministry of War, rushed over with two servants.

Hun'er hurriedly and respectfully welcomed Zhou Wei into the inner room.

"Brother Ye, are you in a hurry?"

Zhou Wei came indoors and hurriedly gave Ye Qiming a respectful fist.

Although Ye Qiming was not an official at this time, and his fame was far inferior to that of Zhou Wei, who was born in the Second Class, his background was far from comparable to that of Zhou Wei.

Many people habitually think that in the Ming Dynasty, the children of powerful people entered officialdom very early. This is actually a wrong thinking.

These children of powerful people, especially their legitimate sons, do not need fame to become officials. Of course, they still have to go through the formality, but it is just a formality.

They usually stay with their fathers and play the role of aides. Most of them wait until their fathers retire from official positions and then join the official positions as yinguan.

Of course, it is not uncommon for people like Yan Song's son Yan Shifan to be an official in the same palace as Yin Guan.

It’s just that, ‘it makes up for the deficiency but damages more than it does’. In this case, it is usually too sharp, and the end result will not be good.

China’s inheritance is still based on moderation.

It is actually not a good thing for young people to be impatient, not tempered and thorough, and rush into officialdom.

And if you stay with your parents, even if you don't have real power, your influence cannot be underestimated.

But even if they did not become officials, their reputation and reputation when they stayed with their parents were, to some extent, stronger than their qualifications for becoming officials, especially in the late Ming Dynasty.

At this time, seeing Zhou Wei come in, Ye Qiming stood up with a smile and greeted him: "It hasn't been long, we just arrived. Brother Zhou, how are you? How was the battle this morning?"

Zhou Wei was only from the fifth rank. If he were considered ordinary, he would not be qualified for the early court.

But at this time, the situation in the DPRK was quite complicated. As the backbone of Donglin and well-known, Zhou Wei was exempted from the rule and could enter the DPRK, but he had no say.

"Why."

Zhou Wei sighed, took a sip of tea, looked into Ye Qiming's eyes and said: "Brother Ye, the old salted dog is so rampant! He is going to drive us all away! If this continues, our Ming Dynasty will be in danger.

I’m going to be screwed over by this old picky dog!”

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Chapter completed!