Traveling through farming with the system, I cooked delicious food in ancient times

When the donkey cart passed by the embroidery workshop, Ma Xi remembered that her cousin Yuying worked here.

She found Yuying, gave her some mulberry leaves, and told her to boil water with black beans to drink, which was good for her eyes.

"Ah Shu, don't you blame my mother and I for going to your house to steal the recipe for making wine?" Yuying still felt guilty in her heart.

"Cousin, I don't blame you. Forget about aunt and stepmother. They already hate our family. I'll leave first!"

Arriving outside the embroidery workshop, which was a clothing store, Mu Zhiyuan asked Mao Xi to choose some new clothes to wear during the New Year.

Mao Xi felt that it was dark and she couldn't see the material of her clothes, and she had to rush to prepare barbecue, so she was ready to leave.

She saw two or three ladies in the store shopping for new clothes, and listened to their conversation. They were visiting from out of town.

There were several porters parked in front of the clothing store. Shui Xi stepped forward to inquire, and it was indeed what she thought.

Mao Xi asked these porters to give them 5 cents per person as long as they had Liuxiang snacks to eat.

The porters nodded in agreement. For them, this was just a matter of convenience.

Back at the store, Mao Xi told Xiucai and the waiter Ah Xing that in the future, a porter brother would invite guests from out of town to spend money, and would give them a head fee of 5 cents per guest, which would be settled that night.

After arranging the kitchen work, she and Mu Zhiyuan went back to Liujia Village to prepare roasted whole lamb.

"Ah Shao, how can you guarantee that those porters will be willing to bring customers to your shop?"

"Brother Mu, have you forgotten? I used to set up a stall near the foot shop. They often came to me to buy breakfast. Many of them were old acquaintances. It was mainly because I gave them head money, which also served as advertising for our shop. "

"It turns out it's to promote the shop."

"Brother Mu, haven't you helped me set up the street stalls at Guanyunqiao a few times? Why did you forget it? Brother Ying was also selling pears at the time!"

Mao Xi thought of Brother Ying. She hadn't seen him for a while, so the two of them took a turn to Guanyun Bridge.

Brother Ying was about to close the stall when Ah Shu stopped him, gave him a box of fruits, and asked him to come and play in the shop when he had time.

"Brother Mu, last time we found out that the good man who bought the child was related to the Black Orchid Society, what happened next?"

Mu Zhiyuan's face darkened. Hei Lan would act ruthlessly and hide it deeply. He didn't want Mao Xi to be involved.

"Those troupe dolls were bought and trained to be used as hidden stakes. The clues were cut off as soon as they arrived in Beidu. This organization is too secretive."

Mao Xi thought of Mo Xia, who was an assassin of the Black Orchid Society.

"If Sister Mo Xia can help, why don't Fei Ge ask her?"

"Mo Xia didn't leave me much information. She was just looking for his brother Mo Feng and didn't go deep into the organization. Anyway, don't think too much. It'll be fine."

Mao Xi felt vaguely uneasy. She always felt that the Black Orchid Society was like a big hand that had connections with officials and sent people to assassinate Mu Zhiyuan, and it was still growing.

Liujiacun, inside the courtyard of Shuixi's family.

The aroma of roasted whole lamb emanates from the kiln, filling the neighborhood with the aroma of meat.

Xiaodouzi took a bowl of roast mutton and gave it to his neighbor Aunt Shen.

Zhang Xiucai learned about the situation from Shu Xi and asked her to be calm and let everyone eat first.

The old woman Zou had already smelled the fragrant smell of roast mutton in her house on the slope.

She, her son, and her daughter-in-law were eating vegetables and porridge at home. The family was poor, and the smell of meat made the whole family salivate.

"Mom, just give in. Why are you going against Aunt Chen and her family? If we hadn't made any grudges before, maybe they would have given us a plate of mutton."

When Mrs. Zou's daughter-in-law saw Xiaodouzi bringing a large bowl of roast mutton to Aunt Shen's house, she became very jealous.

"Eat meat, you know how to eat meat. I'm not thinking about you. I just don't like them. They make so much money and still build new houses. Huh! I just want to see their jokes and let them even build the road out. not good!"

The son didn't say anything and was busy eating. He knew his mother's temper best. It was nothing more than jealousy and jealousy, which made the relationship between neighbors tense.

After dinner, Mao Xi asked Zhang Xiucai how the road could be re-paved.

The scholar asked Lu Da to move a stone to the bottom of the slope, and asked Lou Lan'er to pretend to dig a ditch on the slope.

Then he went alone to the old lady Zou's house with a bowl of mutton to lobby.

He spoke eloquently, and two quarters of an hour later, the loud-voiced old woman Zou was silenced.

The old woman came out of the gate, looked at Lu Da and Lou Lan'er who were working, told them to stop what they were doing, and shouted: "Stop digging, I will let you repair this road!"

Old Mrs. Zou returned to the house and said to Zhang Xiucai: "Master Xiucai, do you think that if they really build this road, they will no longer dig ditches and erect stones?"

"Old lady, that's for sure. I heard they said they were going to dig a canal, so I came up here to tell you. The canal needs to be opened, filled with water, and then put up that stone and engrave it with the Sansheng Stone. You go out every day. It’s really like crossing the Naihe Bridge!”

Old Mrs. Zou was not stupid either. She looked the scholar up and down with her eyes and continued: "You are so kind to tell me? Who would build the Naihe Bridge in front of their house?"

"That was the advice given by Mrs. Chen from an experienced fortune teller. She said that if their family was in trouble, as long as they built the canal and erected stones, someone would naturally help them to avert the disaster!"

Old Mrs. Zou jumped up and said, "Ah ah ah, that means using my old life to avert disaster!"

Seeing that the heat was coming, Zhang Xiucai continued: "That little girl didn't agree with her mother's doing this, so she asked me to come up and talk to you. Although Xiaosheng is just a scholar, he also knows some Feng Shui and Bagua techniques.

It's really not good for your door to face a slope, but it's even worse for it to face the main road in the village. I think you might as well build a whole yard in front of the door, or turn the door in another direction. Wouldn't that be better? "

Old Mrs. Zou's daughter-in-law said: "Mom, our door is close to the village road. How can we have a whole front yard? Why don't we listen to this scholar and change the direction of the door!"

The scholar raised his hand, drew strokes in the air, pointed to the village road and said: "Old lady, I suggest you open the door to a higher point on the village road. It's good luck. This can absorb financial resources. In the future, your descendants will be promoted and rich." road!"

Old lady Zou clapped her hands and praised: "You are still a talented scholar who can speak. I will do as you say."

After Zhang Xiucai finished his lobbying, he came out of Mrs. Zou's house, returned to the courtyard of Mao Xi's house, and told Mao Xi that the matter of repairing the slope had been completed.

Lou Lan'er was puzzled: "Xiucai, what kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into that old woman? You can actually finish it with a bowl of mutton?"

Zhang Xiucai told everyone the whole story, and everyone burst into laughter!

Mao Xi sighed: "If I had known, I would have brought you here to talk to the old woman from the beginning, otherwise I wouldn't have been scolded by the old woman every day since I started repairing the house!"

Luda also nodded: "That day when she came out with a hoe, I wanted to go up and beat her up!"

It is really the so-called "a three-inch tongue is stronger than a million-strong teacher".