Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

There is a curfew in Kyoto at night, and only the west of the city is close to the outskirts of Beijing, so that a street that never sleeps can be opened.

Around Night Street, there are small shops with special characteristics, food, groceries, mixed together in a random way, but it gives people a sense of excitement.

There are many inns and restaurants in the surrounding area, and there is a special flower street and willow alley across a street. When it gets dark, lanterns are placed every few steps downstairs, shining like daylight.

The couple found a carriage and horse shop to park their carriages, and inquired with the staff of the carriage and horse shop that passing through Huajie and Liuxiang was the other exit of Night Street.

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, the flower girls dressed up carefully, with heavy makeup, wearing close-fitting dresses, and bolder ones, wearing translucent dresses, only covering the important parts, and then standing downstairs, posing and winking at the passing guests , Take this opportunity to win business.

Flower girls don’t rely entirely on their own faces. Some people directly set up a stall to draw pictures of people passing by, and they can also make their own requirements for receiving customers.

Among the flower girls, there is a woman who is particularly eye-catching. She has big waves, a small dress on her upper body that only reaches the navel, and a dress on her lower body that fits her legs. Her hips are slightly raised, and she is dancing to fiery dance music.

The woman's facial features are deep, and she is not a native of Daqi at first glance, but she is said to be a foreigner who went to the capital to beg for a living.

Li Haitang really wanted to stop and watch the bustle for a while, but when the capital opened again, not many women dared to walk through the streets of Hualou, so they could only come and go in a hurry.

Xiao Lingchuan wiped off his cold sweat. Just now when he was driving, the clerk saw that he gave a tip, so he said something extra.

Next to Hualou Street, there are several small men’s houses. At night, many wives of rich and wealthy families enter them in carriages and order young men to serve them. The waiters also say that women abide by the three obediences and four virtues. It became an addiction, and it has been out of control ever since.

Men are superior to women, women marry and obey their husbands, that's it. Many people can't stand the temptation and take risks from then on.

Most of them are the outhouses of wealthy businessmen. The rich businessman followed the convoy, and came here once or twice a year, and for a long time, the outside room couldn't keep up, so he had to have fun.

This place is too dangerous, Xiao Lingchuan has already entered a state of alert, but his wife said that in modern society, these have formed an industrial chain, and the common people have long been familiar with it.

He didn't worry about anything else, he was afraid that his wife would have to listen to the corner on a sudden whim.

Li Haitang didn't know, otherwise he would have to ask, is she such a gossip?

The couple passed through Hualou Street, Li Haitang pinched his nose all the time, the air was filled with the pungent smell of inferior fragrance powder, how much was sprinkled!

The night market was crowded with people, and there was smoke and smoke in the air. The passers-by sniffed and then consciously walked towards the direction of eating.

Summer was bitter, and after seeing the corpse, Li Haitang's appetite was mediocre. At least she was not interested in seeing the meat skewers at the stall in front of her.

"Sheep gun and eggs, the best tonic for men, are freshly baked!"

The stall owner yelled, and a passing young lady looked in front of the stall, blushed immediately, and hid away.

After a roar, many people gathered around the stall, staring eagerly at the things on the oven.

This thing is rare, although it can't get rid of the fishy smell of the screwdriver, but at any rate it complements the shape and is really nourishing.

Next to the stall, the aunt who sells burning jelly grass looks calm, unmoved, and doesn't shout.

Li Haitang was more interested in the burnt jelly grass that relieved the summer heat, so she ordered a bowl with her aunt.

"Okay, little lady, we put poria cocos powder in our roasted fairy grass, which can also beautify the skin."

After the aunt finished speaking, she quickly took out a porcelain bowl from the water basin, and then added roast jelly grass, soup, taro balls, various beans, and sprinkled a layer of raisins on top.

Xiao Lingchuan didn't like sweets, so he just watched his wife, standing where she was, finished eating in two or three strokes, and finally licked her lips like a kitten, with a satisfied expression on her face.

This is the taste!

Li Haitang misses it very much, just like the ones she ate before, that memory is long, long away from her, and has long been buried in dust.

"How about another bowl?"

Seeing that the lady likes it, Xiao Lingchuan suggested.

"No more, burning jelly grass is too sweet and greasy, it's okay to eat a bowl of dessert, but if you have too much, it will get boring."

Li Haitang shook his head. There are many delicacies in the night market, and many snacks are also available in modern times. For example, small potatoes are fried in a frying pan. The small potatoes are only a circle larger than quail eggs, and they make a sizzling sound in the oil pan. When they are almost cooked, the skin is browned and emits a scent.

The stall owner puts the small potatoes in a small box made of oil paper, with a layer of chili sauce on top, a small amount of sugar, and green coriander floating on top, and one portion is out of the pan.

Li Haitang hesitated, and finally chose to watch people eat from the sidelines.

She only walked through three or four stalls, and there were more delicious food in front of her, so she had to save some food.

The surrounding area of ​​Kyoto is not far from the sea, and there is no lack of seafood in the night market. There are stall owners who specialize in grilling prawns and clams. The price is cheap, and many people gather around the stall.

Open the back of the prawns, remove the fishy line, just baked, add some garlic and salt, no extra seasoning, you can show the umami taste of the prawns to the fullest.

Roasting prawns seems to be the simplest, but it is a university question. The most important thing is the heat, as well as the order of seasoning. The prawns should not be tender or too old.

Li Haitang followed suit and bought five skewers for a penny. She bought five skewers to try, one was garlic prawns and the other was salt and pepper prawns, each with its own characteristics.

A few students from Songhe Academy passed by and ordered a hundred skewers in one go before the booth.

"One hundred, the stove can't hold them, so you have to wait."

Charcoal was added to the oven, and the stall owner's face was red. He wiped his face with a clean white cloth around his neck, turned around, and counted sticks in the bucket he brought.

There is only one prawn on a stick, and if several people share it, one hundred prawns is not much at all.

"Oh, Zhao Laowu's grilled shrimp is really delicious. It would be great if we could eat it anytime."

Several people lamented that their Songhe Academy is far away from the night market, basically across the capital, and they can only wait for the holidays to come together.

Curfew at night, unable to enter the city, can only find an inn nearby to sleep for one night.

"You said that we just like this one. Students who don't know, think we are shopping in Huajie Liuxiang!"

One of them shook his head with a gentle smile. As a foodie, he went all the way for Zhao Laowu's grilled shrimp. Fortunately, there are like-minded people. Otherwise, he would have no motivation to come alone. It takes a long time to go back and forth, and I walked down and worked hard. Fortunately, it didn't rain today, and it was worthwhile to eat grilled shrimp.