"You don't need to find something delicious, you can just sit down with something delicious." Zhao Hao picked up an empty table with a golden knife.

At this time, the stall owner had been alarmed. Seeing that the rich young man with unknown motives came to the door, he was afraid that his daughter would provoke him, so he immediately pulled Qiaoqiao aside. He personally called Zhao Hao and said:

"Thank you, young master. It's not too late now, and there are not many ingredients left. Even if you give it to the young master, you don't have a hundred cents."

"It's not important, save the remaining money first." Seeing that he was a little scared, Zhao Hao waved his hand and said angrily: "Uncle, I am a neighbor who eats. I don't pick on anything you want."

While speaking, the old man eating porridge beside him also said, "Yes, Fang De, this is the young man who saved Gao Blacksmith. Gao Wu kowtowed to him in the street that day, and I saw it."

"That's right..." The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief and then went to arrange food for Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao bowed to the old man and thanked him for explaining for himself.

"It is a blessing for the neighbors to live in Caijia Lane, a master like a young master." Both old men were very polite to him. The so-called old people were afraid of death, and they obviously went for his wise medical skills.

If they were told that Zhao Hao's medical skills were just a one-time deal, I really don't know what they would feel?

"A blind cat just meets a dead mouse, and you can't afford to say "a master." Zhao Hao hurriedly relieved the pressure on himself and said, "I don't know how to see a doctor."

"Young Master is too modest. There are not many young men as modest as you are now."

"Yes, the pot of water doesn't sound, and half of the pot of water is slamming. The greater the ability, the more modest you are!"

Unexpectedly, the two old men became more and more convinced of the truth, and they both wanted to make him think of the humble young miracle doctor.

Zhao Hao was praised, so he felt like he was feeling uncomfortable. Fortunately, Qiao Qiao brought it to him and helped him get rid of the situation.

"Nanjian meatballs, Xiaolong buns, and the oil terminals and oil fruits you never forget. You are not allowed to leave if you don't eat them all."

Although Qiaoqiao is very good at speaking, her dough-like appearance really has no deterrent power.

Zhao Hao smiled and said, "Who said I can eat alone?"

As he said that, he divided half of the food and said to Qiaoqiao: "Give it to the two old men."

"No need, I'm already full."

"Yes, I'm old and can't eat too much oil."

"Pack it and take it back, and give it to the children." Zhao Hao smiled and waved his hand, "The so-called distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. The two old men will take care of Han's family more in the future."

"Don't worry, I'm here, Lao Jia, no one dares to bully your family." The old man who spoke for him happily packed the small buns.

Another old man packed the oil fruit and smiled and said, "Captain A has spoken. What's the matter with the young man in the future? Even if he opens his mouth, he will do it. There is nothing else in the Caijia Lane. The strong man runs all over the ground."

Zhao Hao did not expect that he could get to know the chief A here for giving him some favors. He was a professional and naturally knew that the Ming Dynasty had a baojia system, with ten households being one a baojia, and ten households being one a baojia. Baojia was in charge of watching over and stabilizing the most grassroots public order.

Genre A is probably equivalent to the village group leader in later generations.

However, after he moved here for so long, no one asked his father and son to meet Chief A and sign a letter of mutual protection. It can be seen that over the past two hundred years of the Ming Dynasty, this order has been in name only and is useless.

Zhao Hao finished his meal leisurely, then took out his veil and wiped his mouth, and left.

The stall owner and his wife looked at his back and said in a marvelous manner: "I haven't seen it for so many years, so I'm here to set up a street stall..."

"How can he have any money?" Qiaoqiao said disapprovingly: "Just just pretend to be fat."

"But it's a scene person, it seems that he is a big family, but he is also a big one." The stall owner sighed sympathetically when he heard this, and he felt a little self-pity.

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