As an old man who has worked in many industries, Chen An’s previous life is considered a success. While being used to seeing ghosts in human hearts, he also learned a lot of things.

The next day he showed one of his abilities and successfully followed a caravan with the eloquence of a salesperson.

He heard some places rebelling along the way, but he was immediately recruited.

"Kill people and set fire to be recruited!"

...

When Chen An looked at the Zhuque Gate in front of him with Guoguo on his back, some tender grass was already emerging on the ground.

"Is this Bianliang, the Tokyo City of the Song Dynasty?"

Guoguo shouted: "Brother, Tokyo City!"

Chen An's mind was filled with countless prosperous impressions, and he said happily: "Let's go to the city."

"Let's go into the city!"

Guoguo cheered on his back.

He asked Guoguo all the way and found his uncle's house, and then...

"I don't know the Shen family in Xiongzhou, you are here to cheat..."

Cold face, cold words.

Chen An blocked Guoguo's face, then leaned over to cover her ears, and smiled heartily, "I'm sorry, I'm disturbing you."

Bang!

Behind him is the sound of the door closing.

No one knows whether Chen Bian died for his country or was captured now, and some even say that he surrendered to the enemy.

Seeing the face of this relative, Chen An knew that the name Chen Bian had become a stinky dog ​​shit, and even the relatives could not avoid it.

He walked out of the alley with Guoguo in his arms and explained: "Guoguo, they are not relatives of our family."

Guoguo said oh, hugged his neck and said, "Brother, I can leave by myself."

She felt sorry for her brother and said this carefully. Chen An couldn't help but kiss her and smiled, "Brother is extremely powerful and can hold you and walk away."

Chen An hugged Guoguo and wandered on the street. When he saw that renting a house costs at least three jin a month, and only one room was only available, he felt that he was probably underestimating the housing prices in Bianliang.

But he still gritted his teeth and rented one.

The landlord also lives here, and is a harmonious middle-aged couple.

He refused the landlord's kindness to help him find work and took Guoguo around Bianliang City.

"Brother, beautiful!"

Guoguo is very satisfied with this new environment and temporarily forgot Xiongzhou.

Chen An was observing, and then he went back to find a blacksmith.

The old landlord always likes to look at Chen'an's house in the left wing room when eating.

Swish!

Chen An bought a big iron pot, which almost exhausted all his money.

With the fragrance filled the door, Guoguo shouted, "Brother, it smells so good."

Chen An, who was cooking, looked up and smiled at her: "Stop falling, wait and let's have a meal."

Guoguo said happily: "Okay."

She held her fingers in her mouth and watched Chen An cook with a spatula...

...

There is a night market in Bianliang City next to Zhouqiao, which is probably the most prosperous night market.

The Zhou Bridge spans the Bian River, and there are either restaurants or brothels on both sides, which are so prosperous that it makes people dazzling.

There was an additional stall on the bridge near the Kaifeng Prefecture Office today.

The stall is very simple, with a chopping board, then a stove, and a pot.

Behind it is a small chair and a small table, where Guoguo sat peacefully.

Chen An knead the dough on the chopping board.

He pulled the dough into small pieces and rolled it out with a wooden stick.

The wooden basin next to it is full of filling.

Add vermicelli to the egg peel and stir with the prepared sauce.

After making it into big dumplings, Chen An put these things into piles in an iron pot.

Light the fire and water it with a teapot.

It’s not water, but chicken soup that has been boiled for a long time.

Huh...

The iron pot made a sound.

Chen Yan looked at the iron pot quietly, but the fragrance gradually spread out.

He began to turn the pot sticks over.

Yes, this is pot sticker, Chen An’s favorite.

There must be egg skin, and it must be a fire burned from wood...

Both sides of the pot sticker turned golden and the fragrance gradually spread.

"Brother, I want to eat."

Guoguo stood up from behind, ran over and hugged Chen An's thighs, and looked at the pot stickers in the pot with a greed look.

Chen An used a shovel to shovel a pot sticker, then put it in a small bowl, and put it on the small table behind Guoguo.

"Smell the pot sticker."

Chen An just shouted, and then began to shovel the cooked pot stickers and put them on the wooden plate next to it.

“What price?”

"One penny!"

"What? Now eggs cost two cents, but you don't know what tastes like, but you actually sell for one cent each?"

A man who came to ask for the price angrily wanted to tear down Chen An's stall.

Chen An was a little unconfident, but he still said based on the price experience he had obtained in the past two days: "Today is one cent, and tomorrow I will have two cents."

The man looked at Chen An in shock and scolded: "Are you made of copper?"

Really too expensive?

Chen An felt even more guilty, but pretended to be calm and said, "I'll give you one, I don't have any money."

Guoguo looked at the man nervously.

The man snorted coldly, then picked up a pot sticker and held it with a hot exchange hand.

He took a bite of the pot sticker, then grinned his teeth when he was scalded, but refused to stop.

Guoguo looked at him with a little eyes fixed on her eyes.

The man ate a pot sticker in one breath, then looked at Chen An with a calm expression and said a little embarrassedly: "Give me twenty!"

Chen An said reservedly: "Sorry, there are thirty here, but..." He pointed behind the man.

The man turned around and there were already many people behind him, and they were all glaring at him.

If you have the ability, please take a look!

The fragrance fills...

The man finally got only five, and then squatted beside him and ate voraciously.

The weather is still cold and the heat from the pot stickers is rising.

The fragrance continues to permeate.

"What?"

"fried dumpling."

“Is it delicious?”

Chen An pointed at the man next to him: "Look at it yourself."

The man is like a reincarnation of Taotie, two pot stickers, eating them happily and a little selfless.

"I'll do two!"

"I'll do five!"
To be continued...