After getting up early, Xiang Youbao cleaned the yard lightly, and then walked three times the stents in the main gate according to his past habits. Then he went back to the house and took a towel and walked towards the sweet well in the corner of the yard.

If the courtyard in old Peking can be poked with a sweet well in the courtyard, then the price can be too low to turn upwards, and if it is not good, you can say a few tough words when bargaining.

It is because of my baby's sweet water well that many families who poked a sweet water well in the yard would drive Daxing brick kiln to buy some solid blue bricks, build a well platform around the sweet water well, and then make a solid bluestone slab to make a manhole cover.

This will prevent children from being ignorant and falling into the well while playing around, and secondly, protecting the surroundings of the Tangshui Well, so that people will not let the dirty soil and leaves kick into the well water, which will ruin the smell of the Tangshui Well.

Standing on the well platform, he stretched out his two fingers, and looked like a leopard pinched the manhole cover that Na Jiuye had to use his arms to move away. He raised his hand and placed the manhole cover aside, grabbed the bucket placed beside the well and threw it into the well.

While the dull sound of the bucket falling into the water was heard, behind Xiang Youbao suddenly heard Nalan's lowered shout: "Just sweating, I took cold water to pour it on my body. Is it planning to cause illness and let someone serve you, right?"

Turning his head and looking at Nalan who was already dressed neatly and standing at the door of the room, Xiang Youbao lowered his voice and smiled at Nalan with a look of anger and said, "If I could have my junior sister serving me, I would love to be sick for the rest of my life!"

He spat gently at Xiang Youbao, and Nalan ran into the kitchen in a small step. But in a moment, Nalan had already walked out of the kitchen with a pot of warm water covered in the nest of wood and put the pot of warm water at the door of the kitchen: "Why are you here to take it and mix it yourself, and you are still waiting for me to deliver it to you?"

With an exaggerated and flattering smile, Xiang Youbao rushed to the kitchen door in three or two steps, and looked at Nalan who was pretending to be angry with a flattering look: "How dare you work for the junior sister?"

Seeing that Nalan didn't intend to pay attention to him at all, she was preparing the family's breakfast on her own. Xiang Youbao lowered her voice and shouted at Nalan: "Junior sister, don't prepare my meal. I'll go out to eat today!"

Turning back, looking at Youbao, Nalan poured back the thin noodles that had already been scooped out of the noodle pocket in anger: "Then don't eat them anymore! The food from small families is probably not up to your precious appetite!"

He bowed to Nalan in a flattering manner, and begged repeatedly with a leopard face, "How dare I dislike the food made by my junior sister? Are you planning to see the house at the old hall at the Huozhengmen, Zhushikouer..."

His body moved slightly, but Nalan didn't look back, but just scooped out some thin noodles from his noodle pocket: "At noon pancake, bring some bean sprouts, sauce meat, etc. when he comes back!"

Like a performer, Xiang Youbao said in a voice to the Peking opera and said, "I'm sure!"

The sweat on her body was so painful that she quickly washed away her sweat. Xiang Youbao changed into clean clothes and raised her legs and left the yard.

It was still early, and there were not many idle people on the street except for some old neighbors who were walking early. In the shops that opened door panels in the morning, most of the guys who just hired this year were yawning and wiping the door panel counters.

Looking back and forth, the shops with door panels were all about the business. After less than two bowls of tea, the original old hall of the Huozhengmen was already in sight.

Sitting down at a tofu brain stall opposite the big house, Xiang Youbao asked for a bowl of stewed tofu brain, then bought eight buns from the bun stall next to him, and slowly started eating it.

Although it was already dawn and there were early water trucks from wealthy families carrying water back and forth on the street, there were quite a few green gangsters coming in and out in front of the door of the big house that looked deserted on weekdays.

Without exception, all the green-skinned gangsters who came out of the big mansion were yawning, holding more or less a few bills in their hands, and they scattered all over as soon as they left the house.

The green-skinned gangsters who had just arrived at the door of the big mansion also walked into the big mansion and stayed for a while before they walked out of the big mansion, standing beside the door of the big mansion, drooping with their eyes hanging down, and almost ignored the pedestrians passing by them.

As if he was addicted to eating, Xiang Youbao drank all the tofu brain in front of him in a few sips, and raised his hand to the boss standing behind the tofu brain stall: "Shopkeeper, I'll give you another bowl of mushroom stew and coriander should be thick!"

He agreed with a crisp voice, and the boss standing at the tofu brain stall quickly put a large bowl of tofu brain for Xiang Youbao, then sprinkled a thick layer of minced coriander, and held it in front of Xiang Youbao with both hands: "If the tofu brain you want, if the coriander is not enough, please say hello, I will have enough here!"

She smiled and thanked the boss with a smile. Xiang Youbao lowered his head and slowly drank the fragrant tofu brain, while not raising his head and gave the boss a thumbs up: "Your tofu brain is really the number one in Sijiu City! Not to mention the other side, just this braised rice, as soon as you enter the mouth, you will know that it was made from the simmering mushrooms at a low heat? I really put a lot of money into it!"

Listening to Xiang Youbao's praise, the owner of the Tofu Brain Stand smiled as a flower on his face. He lifted his apron and wiped his hands and replied with a smile: "You are so proud of me! The Tofu Brain Story in Sijiu City, you have to count the Tofu Brain Bai family as the number one! But if you want to say you are really an expert, my shiitake mushroom stew is really made with the mushrooms from the south all night!"

He looked up and gasped, Xiang Youbao glanced at the big mansion intentionally or unintentionally, and laughed at the owner of the tofu brain stall with a smile on his face, saying, "It was early this morning, I thought I had gotten up early, but I didn't expect there was anything earlier than me? What kind of business is the big mansion? So early did a friend stand at the door to welcome guests?"

Looking up at the listless green-skinned gangsters, the owner of the Tofu Naoer stall couldn't help but laugh and said, "Who can welcome guests like this? That shopkeeper is not quick to quit? That big house is not a business at all!"

With a curious look as if the guest from outside was curious, Xiang Youbao gently put down the spoon in his hand: "What's going on?"

Maybe there weren't many customers early in the morning. The owner of the Tofu Naoer stall was idle and grabbed a rag and wiped another clean table. While smiling with a little show-off tone that the man in Sijiu City said, "It doesn't open during the day, it doesn't open at night! Women don't open, men open! What kind of business do you think is this?"

With his eyes widened in surprise, Xiang Youbao whispered in disbelief: "Kiln?"

Shaking the rag in his hand, the owner of the Tofu Nailer stall laughed and said, "Maybe you are from another place? Have you ever seen a kiln door so deserted? This is a fan opera house and a fan opera singer!"

With a confused look on his face, Xiang Youbao pushed the remaining half bowl of tofu brain in front of him, "Fan Opera House? Fan Opera?"

Putting the rag to the stall, the owner of the Tofu Naoer stall shook his eyes at the big mansion: "You must have heard of the drama seriously in Sijiu City? The characters on the stage must meet each other regardless of their appearance or voice, right? But I don't know what to say about this fan drama... I just heard that it was a gentleman who had studied foreign books and said that Peking operas had to be innovative, so he created such a group of wild actors and opened a new Peking opera in this big mansion!"

He pretended to be boring, and Xiang Youbao suddenly seemed to lose interest: "It's just a new-style Peking Opera, right? Didn't Mr. Mei Lan Fangmei also sing the new-style Peking Opera, right? It seems to be called... "A Wire Meat"?"

With a stomp, the owner of the Tofu Brain Stand was obviously a drama fan, and whispered in a low voice: "I can't listen to you when you say this! How can this fan opera be compared with Mr. Mei's new Peking opera? This fan opera... To make it clear, it is a group of wild actors wearing only bellybands and singing on the stage with red shoes. The lyrics are all changed... It's impossible to listen to it! Every night when you go in to watch the fan opera, you are almost always a regular visitor in Huajie and Liuxiang in Sijiu City. The one who is rushing to see those wild actors with their arms, legs, belly, and jumping around on the stage with their arms out of the way. Where is one who is serious about listening to the opera??"

As if I heard the words of the owner of the Tofu Naoer stall, the shopkeeper who sells buns next to me also put on the topic: "Who said it was not? My stall was early and late. Every night, the men who watched fans came to eat my midnight snack. Listening to what they said, the wild actor who sang fans didn't know where to learn the way. He got some small clothes worn by foreign women, and kept shaking meat and fat on the table. Not to mention it, he also..."

He also glanced at the green-skinned gangsters standing at the door of the big mansion, and the owner of the bun stall couldn't help but lower his voice: "There are also those who took off all their clothes while singing! Look - it's the man who just came out of the big man, who had studied foreign books and had such a fan show!"

Looking in the direction indicated by the owner of the bun stall, Xiang Youbao looked at the middle-aged man in a suit and hurried away with a foreigner, and said as if he was muttering to himself: "I can't tell... Can a foreign-school gentleman still make a move with these men on the street?"

With a sneer, the owner of the bun stall greeted the guests who had just arrived, and smiled at Xiang Youbao and said, "It turns out that your master is really from the Immortal Palace. I don't know the fireworks in the world? Now at Zhushikou, which company cannot pass the three barriers? The government of the Republic of China wants to collect taxes, the patrol station has to pick up fees, and the men on the street don't manage a few, are you thinking of building a stall in Zhushikou and doing business?"

After drinking the remaining half bowl of tofu brain in front of him, Xiang Youbao raised his hand and put several big boys on the table: "The man on the streets of Zhushikouer...isn't he the subordinates of Master Xiong who poked the pole at Zhushikouer?"
Chapter completed!