Chapter 204 Bean Paste Mariko (4)

When Lin Fei, who had been going back and forth, came to the public kitchen, Wen Mingtang and the others were sitting at the food table eating bean paste dumplings. Compared with what everyone ate, the bean paste dumplings were still filled with peeled chestnuts. , made a small round of chestnut bean paste.

  The glutinous and sweet chestnut blended into the sweetness of bean paste is not obtrusive, on the contrary, it seems to complement each other quite a bit.

   Scooping the small **** of chestnut and bean paste in the bowl, the glutinous rice **** bit off the chestnut meat and said, "You can put some other glutinous things in it."

  Wen Mingtang took a spoonful and put it into his mouth, then nodded: "Vinky taro is also acceptable."

  As soon as these words came out, Tang Yuan and A Bing Tongji bought them all nodded in agreement.

   "As soon as Master Wen said it, he could think of the smell!"

   This group of people are really getting better at eating!

  As Lin Fei stepped into the public kitchen, the people who were chatting and laughing heard the voice and looked at him, seeing Lin Shaoqing go and come back quite a bit surprised.

   Before a few people could speak, Lin Fei said, "Do you remember what the vendors who sold masks and yours at the Lantern Festival looked like?"

As soon as these words came out, Wen Mingtang and others who were scooping up small bean paste dumplings stopped their movements. After the three of them looked at each other, the dumplings said helplessly: "There are three stall owners, but each has a cat on their face. , rabbit and fox masks!"

  What kind of appearance can you see from a vendor wearing a mask? Lin Fei frowned.

  Looking at Lin Fei's expression, the three of them vaguely guessed something: After all, Zhao You made two trips to take all the masks on purpose just now. Could it be that there is something wrong with the mask vendor?

   But the lantern festival was lively at that time, and the mask sellers wore masks to shout for their own stalls. This behavior was not eye-catching, and they didn't pay much attention to it.

   But although it is impossible to talk about the appearance, the rest of the memories are fine.

   "Three of them have black hair, and one of them has very curly hair, even if it is oiled, it can still be seen curly!" Tang Yuan said after thinking about it.

  Wen Mingtang said again: "There is also a lot of white hair in the hair, and there are many wrinkles on the hand that handed the mask over. It must be quite old."

   "These three people are not short in stature, they are about half a head shorter than the tallest guard Zhao in Dali Temple." A Bing said again.

  The son of his age is most concerned about how tall he can grow when he grows up, so he is very concerned about this.

  In all fairness, being able to pay attention to these three masked street vendors is already an excellent job for ordinary people.

   But there are a lot of people who fit these characteristics in the entire Chang'an City, so can't they find them one by one? This is obviously not feasible.

  Need to come up with something special.

Wen Mingtang rubbed his nose, closed his eyes and recalled for a while, and then said: "At the lantern festival, there were people around, so I don't dare to be too sure! But when I took the mask, I seemed to have half-white hair and age. Quite a few people smelled a faint scent."

   Lin Fei, who was frowning, immediately looked at Wen Mingtang when he heard the words.

  Facing Lin Fei's gaze, Wen Mingtang hurriedly waved his hands and said, "It's not the scent of flowers on the mask!"

  Cooks probably have good noses, like Wen Mingtang, and he can smell the smell on the mask.

"That smell is not the fragrance of flowers, but..." Wen Mingtang rubbed his nose, and said, "It seems to be the smell of incense ash. The moment the wind blows over, I seem to smell the smell of incense ash, just for a moment. I'm not even sure if I'm right!"

   Incense ash? Lin Fei was thoughtful when he heard the words, and after a while, he glanced at Wen Mingtang, nodded and said, "Thank you!"

  Compared to the previous descriptions, "incense ash" can be said to be more specific. Apart from incense ash, there is another more specific thing, which is the scent of flowers in the mask.

  It can be said that Lin Fei and Wen Mingtang have good noses, but they can't tell what kind of flower it is. The flowers must not be the usual flowers.

  So, if you want to find this so-called fragrance of flowers, you have to go somewhere.

  Early the next morning, after eating the court food from the public kitchen, Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu then left the Dali Temple, walked eastward for half an hour, and finally found the place.

  Before entering, Liu Yuan, who was standing outside, sneezed, and then couldn't help sighing: "It smells so good!"

   It’s really the most fragrant place besides the public kitchen! The difference is that the fragrance of the public kitchen is the fragrance of fireworks in the world; here is the elegant fragrance of Yangchun Baixue.

   After feeling a lot of emotion, the two entered the door without any nonsense. They showed their waist cards and explained their purpose: "I would like to ask the old master from Guizhai to identify the scent for me!"

  When the shopkeeper saw the badge, he naturally didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly called out the old master of Xiangzhai. After hearing the purpose of the two people's visit, Master Xiangzhai took the mask from the two suspiciously, put it in his nose and sniffed it, his face changed.

   This change in expression fell into the eyes of Liu Yuantong and Bai Zhu, and his heart was overjoyed, and when he was about to ask a question, the old master did so.

   "Where did this mask come from?"

  After hearing the two people say that this is the mask lost by the lost lady, the Xiangzhai master nodded and said with emotion: "No wonder!"

  …

   Half an hour later, the two left Xiangzhai and hurried back to Dali Temple.

"Lin Shaoqing, this flower was not the flower of my great glory at first, but the great glory that was introduced with those monks from the Western Regions who were preaching. It was used by their Western Region sects to hold ceremonies." Liu Yuan paused for a while, his face pale. Wei Bian, "The name of this flower is Datura, and it has hallucinogenic effects."

  The little ladies were taken away for no reason, in the eyes of those in the Jingzhao government office, they must be unwilling. In this way, if the other party wants to take the person away, he will either make him dizzy or drag the little ladies.

  So when the guards were looking for suspicious people in the crowd that day, they were looking for little ladies who were "fainted", or people who were tugging with little ladies.

   After such a search, they found nothing except for a few young ladies who quarreled with their families.

  Now, the appearance of Datura has explained how they took people away that day. The little ladies who have been wearing masks for a long time have hallucinations, can't tell the truth from the truth, and gradually get separated from their families. The gangster who had been eyeing them in the crowd waited for an opportunity to go over and take them away.

  Because the little ladies didn't struggle, they naturally didn't see anything unusual in the eyes of the guards. It may mean that many people passed by the guards when they took them away!

  That's it... Thinking of Wen Mingtang and A Bing Tong Tangyuan who bought masks, Liu Yuan couldn't help gasping: "Master Wen and the others really escaped by luck!"

   Feeling deeply about the luck of Wen Mingtang and others, I want to return to the "mandala".

"Such coquettish poisonous flowers were banned a few days ago after they were discovered, and the people who discovered and planted them were also burned to eliminate future troubles." Bai Zhu said, "Listen to the master of Xiangzhai, because of Man Datura flowers have miraculous effects on treating sores and convulsions in children. Therefore, the few Datura flowers are grown by the imperial court. They can only be bought in pharmacies, and the whereabouts of each copy must be stated !"

  (end of this chapter)