"The yellow sazi and mahua, if they don't taste good, you don't have to pay for them!"
"Pig lung soup, pig lung soup, steaming hot pig lung soup, drink a bowl to warm your heart and lungs!"
"Hey, the Fuqi Feipian created by Dr. Zhang from the Imperial College is spicy and fragrant. The Emperor and Empress both praised it!"
Before you even reach the Xinglong Teahouse in the outer city, the constant shouting is enough to break your eardrums. The core area here has long been occupied by guild halls and restaurants from various provinces and prefectures. Most houses were built in the shortest time with the most manpower and material resources. As for those who were late and couldn't recruit enough people, they had to continue to use bamboo houses.
Several of the alleys that spread out are occupied by various small vendors. Here, not to mention the carriage, even walking is very laborious, because there are diners wandering around. Compared with the relatively high prices in the restaurants closer to Xinglong Tea House, the food here is cheap and tastes good. Especially outsiders, they love to come here to experience the style of Beijing.
Of course, there were also people who were unable to pass by on horseback and were deterred by the huge crowds. At this time, a group of dusty horse riders just stopped at the entrance of the alley and looked around. Seeing the smell of oil smoke everywhere, one of the young men said unhappily: "This is simply a foul smell, which ruins the image of the great capital!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, a vendor who was doing business over there became unhappy. He immediately put down the chopsticks he was using to fry sazi, pulled his nephew who was helping to continue, and strode forward without even wiping his hands, and shouted: "Stranger, you are new to the capital, so keep your mouth shut. We are doing business based on our own abilities, why do you have to tell us what to do!"
The young man didn't expect that he would be bullied by a mere vendor, and his face immediately turned red. However, before he could fight back, the diners with greasy mouths and other vendors who were busy with their work ignored the dispute here, and two men in black came forward. The two men looked at the group of people and confirmed that they were indeed outsiders. One of the strong men laughed.
"Qian Laosi, why are you arguing? Go back to your business. Others just said a few words. You didn't lose a piece of meat. Why are you so angry?" After sending Zhao Laosi away with a word, the sturdy man in black smiled at the group of outsiders and said, "There are so many stalls, and the smell is indeed a bit strong. But just the stalls in the nearby alleys support more than thirty or fifty vendors."
The young man was unconvinced when he was scolded just now, but when he heard the word "feed", his already red face suddenly became even redder. Finding that none of his companions came up to help him, he could only force himself to say: "Thirty or fifty people can feed their families, but it blocks the road. Besides, can the people around bear this foul smell?"
The burly man in black was not as furious as the vendor was about the foul talk. He looked at the young man as if he were a fool, and then said meaningfully, "So you are a foreigner. This area of the outer city was originally a wasteland. Now those who are building restaurants and hotels nearby are all rich people. They want to make this place even more foul. Who would complain about it?"