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With one person taking the lead, other people who had tasted the taste of tofu shouted for a catty too.

"Please line up and come one by one. Now that the tofu is just ready, take it out. Don't worry!"

Under the guidance of Yangmei, a line was formed in front of the tofu stall.

Some people saw this scene from a distance, and they thought it was strange, so they had to come over to have a look.

Ordinary people have a herd mentality most of the time.

It's like when we go out to eat, there is a long queue in front of the store waiting to be called before we can enter, while the door is empty and no one comes.

Which one would you choose to go to?

The answer is self-evident.

Some people would rather be hungry and wait for their number to be called, which means that the food in that restaurant is really good and worth the wait.

The same is true now.

There are so many people queuing up waiting for the things they want to buy, it can only show that the things in this store are good!

As a result, some people who had never tasted tofu at all joined in the fun and fell behind.

The line in front of the bayberry tofu stall has become longer and longer without knowing it.

Some people like watery tofu, while others like old tofu.

Whether it is water tofu or old tofu, it costs six coins per catty.

After Ma Youwei was shocked, she quickly calmed down.

The mother is responsible for weighing the tofu and wrapping the tofu, and she is responsible for collecting the money. The mother and daughter cooperate and have a better understanding.

... ...

There is a Donglai teahouse near the market. At this time, Lao Jijiu is in the private room by the window on the second floor of the teahouse.

The person who sat at the same table with him to drink tea and talk was Wang Zhiyuan, the county magistrate of Chaoyang County.

Wang Zhiyuan is the last closed disciple of the old Jijiu. He is 30 years old this year. After three years as an editor in the Imperial Academy, he was sent down to Chaoyang County as a county magistrate last year.

Wang Zhiyuan's wife, Mrs. Liang, is the niece of Chen Degui, the owner of Jinzhou Deyun Company. Sixi Pastry Shop is a business under the Deyun Company.

The last time the old Jijiu appeared at Sixi Bakery, it was Wang Zhiyuan who greeted him and asked the shopkeeper Li to entertain his mentor first.

Muxiu today, Wang Zhiyuan came to the town from the county early in the morning to visit his mentor, and brought a piece of news to his mentor by the way.

"Teacher, the students have already found out what you asked the students to check." Wang Zhiyuan took out an envelope from his sleeve pocket and handed it to the old Jijiu with both hands.

When the old Jijiu just heard Wang Zhiyuan said that he had found it, his expression was obviously looking forward to it.

It's just that after receiving the envelope, he didn't eagerly open it to read it.

A trace of sadness flashed across his still healthy and clear eyes.

Time is like a dog, and time is like running water.

Young and frivolous are gone.

It can't be chased, can't be remembered, but only leaves a sigh and lingering in my heart, adding to the melancholy.

The old Jijiu sighed deeply, and hid the envelope in his sleeve pocket.

Seeing his teacher's melancholy look, Wang Zhiyuan finally couldn't help asking: "Teacher, in half a month's time, it will be my teacher's wife's birthday, do you want to go to the tomb to pay homage?

The students found out that she gave birth to a daughter. If you go, you may be able to see her. "

The old Jijiu raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Wang Zhiyuan, and scolded him for being troublesome.

Wang Zhiyuan knew that the teacher was stubborn, so he deliberately didn't say where the teacher's wife was buried.

Sure enough, the old Jijiu couldn't hold back any longer, and shook his beard to urge him to speak quickly.

Wang Zhiyuan smiled, and handed over a note with the address on it.

The old Jijiu also needs face. If I let the students know about the old sesame seed and rotten millet, the teacher will feel embarrassed.

After getting what he wanted, the old Jijiu opened his mouth to drive Wang Zhiyuan back to the county.

Wang Zhiyuan's eyes were rather resentful, but the desire to survive was still there, so he changed the subject abruptly.

"Teacher, Dean Luo of Yangxin Academy asked the students to remind the teacher that you still owe him a favor.

This time, Dean Luo heard that you have returned from your post, and wants to cash in on this favor. He invited you to the academy to give lectures to the students for three days. Which day do you think is convenient? "

The old Jijiu blew his beard and stared, "This old man Luo is really small-minded, and he can only remember his favor."

Wang Zhiyuan suppressed a smile.

Lao Jijiu and Dean Luo are brothers in the same school. When they were young, they always liked to keep an eye on each other when they were studying.

Lao Jijiu's family is not as good as Dean Luo's. He is a real farmer with mud legs. In order to support him in studying, the whole family tightened their belts, and they often couldn't even eat enough.

In order to earn money for himself, the old Jijiu went to the bookstore to copy the scripts for others.

At that time more than 30 years ago, there was no movable type printing in Dazhao, and even the books were copied by hand, not to mention the stories for entertainment.

After Lao Jijiu copied a lot of storybooks, he found that the stories in those storybooks were mediocre, so he came up with the idea of ​​writing his own storybooks.

Not to mention, Lao Jijiu has a talent for writing stories. As soon as the story he wrote was released, it caused a wave of buying.

He finally didn't have to earn a little subsidy by copying the scriptures. The stories he wrote received enthusiastic feedback, and the bookstore paid him generously.

Later, Lao Jijiu made a living by writing Chinese scripts while studying.

However, this matter was later discovered by the competitor, Dean Luo.

At that time, those who wrote such scripts were considered to be not doing their job properly, and were looked down upon by real scholars.

If Dean Luo exposes the old Jijiu, the old Jijiu will be punished by the academy, and his reputation will also be affected.

However, Dean Luo did not do this.

The two are both rivals and fellow students, and there is a kind of sympathetic friendship between them.

Dean Luo concealed this secret for the old Jijiu, and the old Jijiu accepted his love and voluntarily promised to owe the other party a favor.

Later, after the two were admitted to Jinshi in the same year, they each had different encounters.

After two years as a editor at the Hanlin Academy, Dean Luo resigned and returned to teach at Yangxin Academy.

As for the old Jijiu, he has soared all the way to the sky, and has been highly valued by the late emperor.

He was hired as the Taifu of the former prince, and later he was appointed as the minister of the Ministry of Rites, and finally he was appointed as the Imperial College Jijiu until his retirement.

In the past few decades in the officialdom, Lao Jijiu and Dean Luo only communicated by letter and rarely saw each other.

Now that he has returned from his official career, he should go meet his old classmates for a while out of emotion and reason.

"Then I will go with you today, and return the favor to old man Luo earlier, so as to save him from talking about it every day." Old Jijiu reluctantly said.

Wang Zhiyuan was overjoyed: "That's good, the students will have the carriage ready in a while."

The old Jijiu snorted arrogantly, got up and opened the window facing the street and looked down.

The long line across the street caught his attention at once.

The old Jijiu stood tall and could see clearly.

He recognized that the person selling things in front of the stall was Ma Niangzi who went to Sixi Bakery to sell recipes that day.

The old Jijiu thought to himself, this lady Ma must have made some new snacks and sold them?

Why are there so many people around to buy it? Can you still catch up if you go later?

For a bite to eat, the old Jijiu also went all out, turned his head and shouted at Wang Zhiyuan: "Zhiyuan, go, quickly send someone down to that stall, and buy some delicious food for Master."