The cannon fodder of Quick Travel got what he wanted

Wen Qing really took Wen Qiaoyin's words to heart, and when she returned she imitated her mother and even explained the reason to her mother.

Her mother also agreed very much. From then on, when she saw other people arguing, she would take her own daughter along, which really taught her a lot.

Wen Qiaoyin had a good impression of Xu Pozi. At least she was not as sarcastic and patriarchal as Liu Pozi.

Er Laizi's name is Wenchuan. He is 34 years old now. The reason why he can't find a wife is because he is not good-looking, with a flat nose, thick lips, and only about 1.6 meters tall.

The family was extremely poor, with only two rooms and the kitchen outside, a thatched shed that could neither shelter them from the wind nor the rain.

Almost no one would marry their daughter to him, because not only would they suffer hardship following him, but they would also not be able to eat.

There was no one particularly ugly in Wenjia Village, so Wenchuan stood out. In comparison, the girls in the village all thought that Erlaizi was extremely ugly, and matchmakers refused to bring him to his house.

Half a year ago, Mrs. Xu invited a matchmaker to her house. But when she saw her son and the poverty of her family, she immediately stopped eating and waved her hand, saying that she could not be a matchmaker.

As long as you have money, there will be a lot of matchmakers coming to your door to propose marriage.

It is said that Er Laizi's father has some connection with her family. Er Laizi's father once saved her father from a cave in the mountains.

Her father was a tough boy, and when he was hungry, he went to the mountains to find food. However, it was dark and he couldn't see the road clearly, so he fell into a hunting hole dug by the villagers.

It was like crying to the heavens and the earth for help, but no one helped. When Wenchuan's father was chopping firewood on the mountain, he pulled the man up, carried him back to the Wen family's old house himself, and then went back to chop firewood again.

Wen Qiaoyin knew about this from her father talking about interesting things from his childhood. At that time, her father felt regretful that he had no future and could not help Wen.

I guess her father got up and introduced her to Wenchuan as soon as possible.

Wen Qiao Yin also thought about being a matchmaker. If no one from the village was available, then he could try someone from other villages. There would always be someone suitable.

Mrs. Xu was also anxious. She was thirty-four years old, and other people could become grandfathers at this age, but she still had no one to look after her son!

The mud in the mountains was wet and covered with pine needles, making it slippery when you stepped on the mountain.

They were all scolding each other, and the two of them started to fight, but they were at a disadvantage and they fell down one after another.

Mrs. Xu slid down the slope towards Wen Qiaoyin, and Wen Qiaoyin grabbed Mrs. Xu's sleeve.

Mrs. Liu was not so lucky. She shrank back and happened to fall on the ground where she had just picked up shit. She pressed down with one hand to support herself, and was again filled with an indescribable smell.

"what--"

Mrs. Xu didn't care about the pain in her body and laughed without restraint.

The villagers watching the show were extremely surprised. When Granny Liu touched the shit, their eyes were dazed and they were very shocked. Then they joked: "Granny Liu, it seems that this shit is destined for you. You touched it again."

The silent people burst into laughter. Mrs. Liu looked unhappy and glanced at them viciously, "I'm going to make you die of laughter, you are a bunch of rotten-hearted people..."

Mrs. Liu started cursing again, scolding Wen Sanniang for not following her quickly, and scolding Wen Qiuxia for being a money-loser and having no manners.

"Thank you." When Mrs. Xu saw that it was Wen Qiaoyin who held her, she held her hand and thanked her profusely.

Otherwise, she would have hit her head against the tree and made a fool of herself in front of Mrs. Liu.

Wen Qiaoyin smiled with his big white teeth: "It's just a piece of cake."

Mrs. Xu had soft eyes, and she looked at Wen Qiaoyin and Wen Qing with an especially kind look.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, wondering if her son would be a bachelor for the rest of his life?

There was nothing she could do about her worries, so Mrs. Xu concentrated on picking mushrooms. She did this over the next two days, picking more to increase her food supply.

Wen Qiaoyin saw the envy in Mrs. Xu's eyes and knew that she wanted grandchildren.

"Grandma Xu, Uncle Chuanzi is a good man. Maybe it's just not fate yet. In the future, Uncle Chuanzi will definitely be able to find a wife and give you grandchildren. If he really can't find one, I will be Uncle Chuanzi's matchmaker and introduce him to someone." Wen Qiaoyin promised, patting his chest.

Mrs. Xu was amused by Wen Qiaoyin's words. She couldn't help but scratch her nose and said with a smile, "Thank you in advance, little matchmaker."

As soon as Wen Qiaoyin heard her tone, he knew she didn't take it seriously.

It doesn’t matter, she will prove that she can do it in the future.

After picking for a whole afternoon, the small baskets were full. It was time to cook, and everyone went back home one after another.

Wen Qiaoyin saw Mrs. Liu pinching Wen Qiuxia's ears at the foot of the mountain, and it was unclear whether the pair of feces-stained hands were rubbing against her body intentionally or unintentionally.

Wen Qiuxia hated Liu Pozi to death. At first, she didn't know why Liu Pozi's hands smelled so strong. A strange and unpleasant smell rushed to her nose.

Later, when I heard the villagers talking, I realized that Mrs. Liu's hand had touched poop.

It was smeared on her body and almost slipped onto her mouth.

But it made her so sick that she almost vomited.

Mrs. Liu pinched her ears to vent her anger, then she touched Wen Qiuxia's body with her unwiped hands, seeming to have rubbed off some of the anger, and she felt much better.

Wen Qiaoyin sensed Wen Qiuxia's suppressed murderous intent and couldn't help but laugh.

It can be considered as indirectly keeping company with poop, as both the grandparent and the grandchild are stained with the smell of poop.

Those who knew about it didn't dare to get close to them. The smell was secondary. The thought of touching shit made the villagers feel particularly disgusted.

"I'm afraid there will be something even more disgusting. Those mushrooms stained with shit must have been cleaned by Wen Qiuxia. I wonder if she will use them to make soup or stir-fry..." Wen Qing felt a chill all over his body when he thought of indirectly eating shit.

Wen Qiaoyin didn't want to hear the word shit, "Okay, stop talking about it, it's disgusting."

When the two of them separated, rumors about Wen Qiuxia's family eating shit would probably spread immediately.

After taking a basket of mushrooms home, Wen Qiaoyin had a hot meal.

Wen Xuhai brought back dumplings. "These are the leftovers from what Boss Wen sold. There are ten of them. Come on, Xiu has worked the hardest, so she should have one more."

Wen Qiaoyin knew that Wen Yunjiu was deliberately taking care of Wen Xuhai. How could the dumplings dipped in spiritual liquid not be sold out?

This is a very delicious noodle shop. The noodles and dumplings they sell are very popular.

Basically, all the food was sold out before four o'clock. Wen Yunjiu didn't want to work so hard. Besides, he was short-handed and couldn't handle it, and the ingredients he prepared were limited.

After tasting it once, diners will know whether it tastes good or not. Although the price is two or three cents higher than other restaurants, the taste is unforgettable, which shows that the chef’s cooking skills are excellent.

The people in the town are much wealthier and are willing to spend money on food.

This noodle shop with delicious taste became famous within half a month, especially because many wealthy families sent servants to bring food to them. Some even wanted to poach the cook to work for their own residences.

It's a pity to be rejected.

I didn't use tough measures to force people to submit. A good chef belongs to everyone.

Furthermore, others will use their power to poach people. If this continues, you will suppress me and I will suppress you, and in the end, there will be no one left and no one will be able to enjoy the delicious food.

So everyone tacitly took a step back. Secondly, the county magistrate Gao here strictly enforced the law, and there was no one in the town with more powerful background than County Magistrate Gao.

The person standing behind him is the prince!

Many people also don't understand why they don't stay in the prosperous capital, but have to stay in such a remote corner.