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

The latest news obtained from Yi Zhili revealed that shopkeeper Na Hu was secretly casting broken silver through his own rice noodle workshop. Mao Xi took advantage of the market day to go to the rice noodle workshop alone.

The rice noodle workshop is located in a remote corner in the north of Lihua Town, backed by a stone mountain.

Mao Xi pretended to buy rice noodles for the restaurant and came to the door of the workshop.

"Shopkeeper, do you have fresh rice noodles here? I want fifty kilograms!"

"No, no, we only have dried rice noodles here. It's not enough to supply fresh rice noodles to Qingxianglou."

Just as Ma Xi was about to step into the workshop, he was pushed out by an old shopkeeper with a wrinkled face. Ma Xi had not even crossed the threshold.

Mao Xi looked up and happened to see the sign in front of the store and the words "Business is booming" posted on the door.

The old shopkeeper looked a little fierce in his eyes, so he probably wasn't the real shopkeeper of the rice noodle workshop.

Mao Xi asked doubtfully: "Shopkeeper, you don't do business anymore? I'm here for a big purchase, and I also know your boss, Shopkeeper Hu~"

Mao Xi turned sideways, crossed the threshold lightly, and entered the rice noodle workshop.

There were all young men in the workshop, strong and strong. Although they were wearing the clothes of workshop workers, it was obvious at a glance that they were not from the workshop.

"Hey... why did you come in?" The shop owner didn't have time to stop him and immediately followed Shui Xi, "Sir, I really don't have any fresh rice noodles here."

Mao Xi said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, you can just give me twenty kilograms of dried rice noodles. My restaurant is in urgent need of it!"

"Twenty pounds? Madam, today is market day, why don't you go to the market? My inventory is really not enough!"

"Shopkeeper, why don't you see Aunt Huo today? She usually chooses rice noodles for me?" Ma Xi raised her head and looked inside the workshop.

The shopkeeper took a step to the side and blocked Shu Xi with his body: "Aunt Huo has been in poor health recently and took half a month's leave."

"Okay then, your dried rice noodles are still delicious. Why, don't you have them yet?" Shui Xi took two more steps into the workshop.

The young man on the side brought a bag of dried rice noodles to the shopkeeper.

"Little lady, this is the dried rice noodles you want!"

"Didn't I ask for twenty pounds? That's all you gave me?"

The shopkeeper bowed, his waist almost bent to ninety degrees, and his tone was still neither humble nor arrogant: "My dear lady, please don't embarrass us. The inventory in the workshop is really not enough. We only have dried rice noodles, and we have to leave some for reservation." A regular customer of the goods.”

Mao Xi took the dried rice noodles and weighed them. They only weighed two kilograms.

Suddenly she slapped the shopkeeper on the shoulder, and for a moment she felt the force coming back, but the force was quickly withdrawn.

The shopkeeper lowered his shoulders, rubbed his shoulder muscles, and said aggrievedly: "Little lady, why are your little hands so heavy? You just lacked a few kilograms of dried rice noodles. Is it necessary? If you like to leave your name and address, I will send it to you another day. I’ll just send you the remaining dried rice noodles!”

"Shopkeeper, don't worry too much. I'm used to the pot and spatula in my hands, so it's a little heavy by accident."

The shopkeeper rubbed his shoulders and sent Shu Xi to the door with a smile.

Mao Xi smiled at the shopkeeper from behind: "Shopkeeper, you have to prepare twenty kilograms of dried rice noodles for me in the next few days. I will come back to pick it up in three days. This is the deposit."

After saying that, he threw a piece of silver to the shopkeeper.

As soon as Ma Xi left, several young men in the workshop couldn't sit still and gathered around the shopkeeper: "Brother Lang, if this woman comes back in three days, we won't have any rice noodles for her, and she was watching in Lao Wang's workshop just now. , did you find something?"

"Will you wait until three days later? You two, go change your clothes now, find a secluded corner, and finish her off."

Mao Xi held a bag of dried rice noodles that turned yellow. It was obviously old goods and looked to be of extremely poor quality.

"The shopkeeper just now and the boy in the shop should all be dressed up by the Goshawk gang, but no valuable clues were found. Maybe there will be new gains in the evening?"

Just as Ma Xi was walking back, a fan suddenly flew past her head and inserted into the neck of a thief behind her.

Before Ma Xi could fully react, Nalan Jue appeared in front of her.

"Master Nalan?!"

"careful!"

Nalan Jue blocked Miao Xi behind him, raised his foot and kicked the sword out of the hand of another thief.

Mao Xi hurriedly hid aside, dumbfounded: "When did Master Nalan become so good at martial arts? That fan is so cold..."

Nalan Jue fought with the thief with his bare hands.

Mu Zhiyuan hurried over, holding a sharp sword and putting it on his neck.

"Tell me, who sent you here?"

Unexpectedly, the thief took a fireworks bomb and threw it on the spot. Thick smoke spread everywhere, and the thief took the opportunity to escape.

Mu Zhiyuan looked for Mao Xi in the thick smoke, but the smoke was too big, and he finally hit Nalan Jue's head.

"Hey, be careful. If you hit my head, I'll lose my appearance."

The surrounding people thought it was a flood, so they took basins of water and poured them into the thick smoke.

Nalan Jue, who had always been very concerned about her appearance, lost her image after being splashed with water.

When the smoke dissipated, Ma Xi saw the soaked Mu Zhiyuan and Nalan Jue and ran over.

"Master Nalan, Brother Mu, what are you...?"

Mu Zhiyuan clasped his hands on his chest, obviously a little annoyed with Nalan Jue who was mumbling on the side.

"Master Nalan, don't act like a woman. Where did the momentum to kill just now go?"

Nalan Jue half-covered her face with her sleeves and fiddled with her wet hair and said, "Ah ha ha ha... Prince Mu is joking. It was the steel fan that killed the person, not me. I am very gentle!"

After saying that, he simply pulled out the steel fan from the dead thief's neck, wiped it with a cloth, pressed a button on the fan handle, and retracted the sharp blade on the head of the steel fan, and the umbrella The surface is also covered with a layer of paper ink painting.

Mao Xi's eyes were as big as bells.

Could it be that the paper umbrella that Nalan Jue carried with him before was a murder weapon.

Moreover, he actually hid his martial arts skills from everyone.

But when she saw Brother Mu, she didn't seem surprised by all this.

"Master Nalan, do you know martial arts? It was really thanks to you just now!" Shui Xi saluted and thanked Nalan Jue.

"No, I just happened to be passing by. Prince Mu's martial arts are also pretty good!"

"Everyone, follow me." Mu Zhiyuan remained silent and ordered one of his followers to keep an eye on the dead thief at the scene, while the other went to report it to the police.

Mu Zhiyuan took Mao Xi and Nalan Jue back to the second floor of a teahouse.

This place is located diagonally across from Shopkeeper Hu's rice noodle workshop, and the movements of people entering and leaving the workshop can be monitored.

"Prince Mu, is this the rice noodle workshop you talked about yesterday? Do you want me to monitor it for you? My time is very precious!" Nalan Jue took a sip of tea, took a piece of cloth and kept wiping the wet water on his body. .