Sword Conquering Novoland/C14 A Bowl of Bitter Water in the Well
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C14 A Bowl of Bitter Water in the Well

Ascetic well, as the name suggests, well water is naturally not sweet. It could be imagined that the residents of this area... Their living conditions were also not much better. There were about a thousand families in this area, and they were all the lowest level of existence in the city. Sellers, beggars, pickpockets, and wandering artistes were all regular customers here. But they might not be regulars here, because they might have left after staying here for a while. Or they would "disappear" after staying here for a while.

It was common to fight and hurt people here. The yamen's hands, whether they could not reach in or were too lazy to reach in. In short, they did not care about this place. If this place was a bed of evil, because everywhere here, the word 'evil' was clearly written.

If there was anything useful about the bitter well, then everyone would certainly mention a place - Liu Yiwan.

Liu Yiwan was a name, and also the name of a stall, a stall that sold mixed mutton soup.

His mixed mutton soup was said to be able to smell for ten miles. Of course, there were also people who said that it smelled bad, and that was entirely up to his preference.

A small bowl of soup, ten wens, carried a small burden here every day. If it was sold out, it would be gone. Customer, please come early tomorrow morning.

The boss's surname was Liu. His face was so distressed that it was almost impossible to tell his original appearance. The reason why he was called Liu Yiwan was... It was because he had a small rule, and every merchant wished that the more customers he bought, the happier they would be. However, each customer was only willing to sell one bowl to another, and it was ten wens per person.

If ten customers came together, then they would be invited. Ten people would line up together, and each person would order ten wens to give to him. They would then each take their own soup and go back.

Want to order ten bowls per person? I'm sorry, I'm not selling! Not to mention ten bowls, even if one person wanted to order two bowls, he would not sell them.

If you don't have ten wen, I'll give you one tael of silver. I'm sorry, I can't find a zero, I'm not selling!

Fine, I'll grit my teeth, I don't need to find one tael of silver. I'm sorry, I've given you too much. If you're unhappy, I won't sell it!

One bowl isn't enough to drink? After drinking it, you can line up for another bowl. As usual, it's ten dollars.

No one else helped to greet the customers at the stall. He was the only one.

Liu Yiwan, who sold mutton soup, had a bad temper. However, there were many people who liked his taste. Although the quantity was not big, the price was good for the people. The old, the young, the rich, and the poor could afford to eat it. They also liked to eat it.

Furthermore, they could only buy one bowl each time. As the saying went, "Before mixed mutton soup, everyone is equal." Perhaps some people did not come to eat a bowl of soup, but to eat this kind of feeling.

If people from other places in the city came to this bitter water well area for no reason, they would only come to eat this bowl of soup other than to open up the meat and stroll around the dark brothel.

Early on, there had been cases of rich kids stealing and fighting at the bitter well. All of these things had been reduced to small matters. There was only one time where it could not be stopped, and it happened here.

At that time, a nephew of Prefecture Lord Yann's family, Yan Ziqi, had come to the Yan'an Province. He had heard that there was such a unique way of eating. That guy was a foodie. When he heard that, he was so excited that he wanted to go over and have a taste. There were a total of three people who called their friends and the local profligate sons. Liu Yiwan did not change his stance. He did not care whether the prince was a subordinate or a subordinate. He just received ten wens of money and handed over a bowl of mixed mutton soup.

It was also because something had happened on this day that Yan Ziqi was addicted to eating as much as his life. He did not care about Liu Yiwan's rules at all. Instead, he felt that it was fresh. However, a disciple of a local family who had been dragged over to make a maroon stone wasn't interested in this. He didn't think that there would be any good food in such a dirty place. He couldn't understand Young Master Yann's habit of giving up on the delicacies of the mountains and the sea to come and eat at the roadside stalls. That was why he was already full of resentment. He immediately turned his face upside down when he heard Liu Yiwan's request. He was almost going to flip Liu Yiwan's stall.

That's right, he was just a little bit away.

Liu Yiwan only cared about cooking soup and collecting money. The person who stopped him was someone else. It was a little fatty that everyone was not familiar with. He stopped him with a smile. He said with a smile, "Young master, young master, don't lower yourself to the level of this kind of peddler. He was just like that. Everyone also disliked him. I just want to eat the food he makes. Young Master, you can go back to the restaurant and eat your Taotie's Feast. Or you can just bear with it and line up like everyone else. You can try to see why so many people put down their bodies and waste their time eating such a weird bowl of food. What do you think? " As he spoke, he blocked in front of the maroon stone with a smile, not letting him flip the stall.

Young Master Zhu saw that he had a smile on his face, but his words carried a hint of ridicule. Instantly, his anger shifted to this little fatty.

"Who do you think you are? Get lost as soon as possible. Do you have the right to interfere with your Grandpa Zhu's matters?"

The little fatty was not angry nor did he speak. He just stood there with a smile. He was like a small meat wall. On the contrary, Yan Ziqi and Zhao Songming, who came with him, persuaded Zhu brown stone together. Everyone was here to eat, so why should they treat their anger? No matter what, they had to eat first.

Due to Yan Ziqi's face, Zhu brown stone could only give up for the time being. The three of them lined up obediently. Zhao Songming was more attentive and had the servants prepare ten wens for each of them in advance. Otherwise, these three young masters did not have such small bills on them. When they lined up to Yan Ziqi and Zhao Songming, they paid the money and took the soup. The table closest to them had already been moved out. Yan Ziqi and Zhao Songming both sat down.

When the queue reached the maroon stone, he also paid the money in an orderly manner. Liu Yiwan also took out a bowl of soup and handed it to him without exception. It was calm and peaceful. Then, the cinnabar stone smiled. Without any warning, with a "poof," a mouthful of saliva was spat into the big pot of soup that was still boiling.

At this time, there were still twenty or thirty people in line behind them. The few people who were following closely were all stunned. After that, they simply did not know what was happening in front of them. Zhu brown stone smiled as he looked at Liu Yiwan. He then went to the table and sat down to slowly drink his soup. Some of the people close to him were about to get angry and cause him trouble regardless of the consequences. This time, it was the little fatty who ran out again and stopped the guests who were about to get angry.

Liu Yiwan was only slightly stunned for a moment, then poured the remaining half pot of soup into the slop bucket. He hung up the sign that he had sold out. The little fatty wore a smile on his face and persuaded those customers who were angry and wanted to play with him to leave. Then, the little fatty also shook his head and looked at Zhu brown stone and the others. He smiled and left with Liu Yiwan.

Zhu brown stone, Yan Ziqi, Zhao Songming and the others who created this farce all saw it, but they were not afraid at all. Instead, they looked at it as if they were watching a show.

Naturally, they were not afraid of anything. They secretly brought bodyguards around. Even if it really caused a disturbance, there would naturally be people responsible for it. Seeing that everyone had finally dispersed, the three of them drank the mixed mutton soup. After saying that it was only so-so, it was not worthy of its name. Next time, it would not be worth coming to such a dirty and slovenly place for such a small thing. Then, they swaggered out of the well.

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