If the business woman does not help the poor, the villain's dream of prosperity will be shatter

Qin Shu and her group traveled through the open air and finally arrived at Beiguan in early July.

As soon as you enter Linbei Road, you will see thousands of miles of fertile fields.

The wheat in the fields has been harvested, but the millet is not yet ripe. The heavy, yellow ears of millet bend the millet stalks.

There are also some people who are growing beans and harvesting them.

The bean stalks, which were as big as a small mountain, were piled on an ox cart or tied tightly and carried on a shoulder pole, and carried out of the field to a flat place, where they were dried in the sun and the beans were beaten off with a flail.

The year's harvest has arrived in the people's granaries.

At sunset, Qin Shu and others settled down in a small county town.

Mo Laowu went to rent an inn, and Zhu Zhi followed the waiter to arrange the carriage.

Qin Shu had nothing to do, so after washing up, she went for a walk on the street with Fu Ying.

In small border towns, war is common.

On the low walls along the street, there are still traces of swords, arrows, and fire smoke.

The weather was hot, but the people were still strolling along the streets. The air was filled with the smell of mutton and noodle soup, which was nothing like the fragrance of cosmetics in the capital.

There are also few shops selling cosmetics here.

Most of them sell food, meat, wine, teahouses and iron shops.

Qin Shu smelled the fragrance from the street and her stomach growled.

She took Fu Ying's hand and sat down in front of a noodle restaurant.

Fu Ying called out, "Shopkeeper, give me two bowls of noodle soup."

The shopkeeper draped a snow-white handkerchief over his shoulder and said, "Okay, wait a moment, sir. Would you like spicy soup, sour soup, or original soup?"

Qin Shu and Fu Ying looked at each other and asked, "What do you think about this spicy soup and sour soup?"

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Sir, you are not a local? The spicy soup is naturally made with chili peppers, and the sour soup is made with vinegar. Would you like mutton soup, pork soup, or clear soup as the base soup?"

So rich?

Qin Shu smiled and said, "Mutton soup, add a little chili."

Fu Ying said: "I use pork soup base, add some vinegar."

The shopkeeper looked at the two with a smile, "Men are jealous and they love their wives. You can tell at first glance that you are a good husband who understands your feelings."

Qin Shu was surprised and asked Fu Ying in a low voice, "How did he know?"

Fu Rong couldn't help but laugh, "He has good eyesight."

Qin Shu twisted her mouth and made a soft "tsk" sound.

After waiting for a while, two bowls of hot noodles were served on the table.

As expected, chili peppers were added to the soup.

Unexpectedly, in just two and a half years, chili peppers had spread to Beiguan and were on people's tables.

The red chili oil floats on the white soup, which looks very beautiful.

The mutton tastes very fresh, and the smell of chili makes people drool.

Fu Rong’s is pork noodles.

The white soup is covered with a thick layer of pork belly.

The pork belly, which is half the size of a palm, is cut as thin as paper. The amount is quite enough. The soup base is made from pork bones and is fresh and fragrant.

The shopkeeper served two plates of pickled beans and pickles to Qin Shu and the other two. He wiped his hands with a handkerchief and asked, "Would you like coriander, sir? If you like, feel free to add more."

Qin Shu took two spoonfuls of coriander and put them in her bowl, then asked Fu Rong, "Don't you want it? It will be more fragrant with coriander."

Fu Ying quickly covered the bowl with his hands and shook his head vigorously in horror, "No!"

Qin Shu laughed, "I finally know what you are afraid of. You are actually afraid..."

With a "bang" sound, Qin Shu was knocked forward by someone behind her before she could finish her words.

Before she could straighten up, Fu Ying on the opposite side jumped up, pulled Qin Shu over, and kicked the man out.

There was another muffled sound, and the man was kicked backwards by Fu Ying and fell in the middle of the street with a thud.

The man didn't care about the pain, he got up and ran.

As a result, two groups of blue-robed warriors, one in the east and one in the west, blocked the street with swords in hand.

The man took a step back, spread his hands and said with a wry smile: "Brothers, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

The leader clapped his hands with his knife and sneered, "Misunderstanding? Whether it is a misunderstanding or not, we will know if you are willing to let us search."

The man raised his hand with a playful smile, "Okay, I'll let you search. If you can't find it, you have to buy me a bowl of mutton noodle soup with an extra portion of mutton."

The warrior in green handed the knife to his brother, walked up to the man, and searched him carefully from head to toe.

Nothing was found.

He seemed a little unconvinced and searched again.

Still nothing.

The man smiled and said, "How is it, Boss Guo? I am a Malaysian and I never lie. If I say I didn't take it, then I didn't take it. Thank you, brother, for the noodle soup today."

The warrior in green shirt said, "Since you didn't take it, why are you running?"

Malay replied with a smile: "You are an official, and I am a thief. When a thief sees an official, he will be scared even if he has not committed any crime. He is used to being chased."

The warrior in green snorted, and without saying anything else, he took out five coins from his waistband and threw them to the owner of the noodle soup restaurant on the street, "Give him a bowl of mutton noodle soup."

Ma Lai bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, Boss Guo. I'll treat you again some other day."

The warrior in green whistled and slowly disappeared at the end of the street.

Ma Lai raised his hand, wiped his nose with his thumb, chuckled, and just as he turned around, a sharp sword was placed across his neck.

Fu Ying took the small square seal that Qin Shu handed over, tossed it up and down in his hand, and said coldly: "Tell me, what is this?"

Ma Lai's eyes rolled around, and before he could speak, Fu Rong had already pressed his sword down, "How dare you lie? Those people haven't gone far yet."

Malay quickly begged for mercy, "No! Good man, hero, let's talk it over."

He pointed carefully behind Fu Rong and said, "Your noodle soup is getting cold. How about we eat while we talk?"

Fu Yan snorted coldly, put away his sword and returned to the table.

Just then the Malaysian noodle soup was served.

He simply reached out and grabbed a handful of coriander and put it in his bowl, then slurped the noodles into his mouth like a whirlwind.

In just five breaths, a bowl of noodles was finished.

Qin Shu looked down at the coriander in her bowl and immediately lost her appetite.

Ma Lai looked up at Qin Shu, then at the noodles in front of her, and said with a smile: "If the young lady doesn't want to eat it, you can give it to me, right?"

Qin Shu pushed her face forward.

Malay took it and gobbled it up again.

After finishing the meal, I smacked my lips, still feeling unsatisfied.

Qin Shu called out, "Shopkeeper, give me two more bowls of mutton noodle soup."

Malay chuckled.

Before Qin Shu finished her half bowl of noodles, Ma Lai had already eaten two more bowls.

After eating four bowls of noodles, Malay burped and touched his stomach with satisfaction, "I finally had a full meal."

He looked up at Qin Shu and Fu Ying and chuckled.

Then, while the two were not paying attention, he jumped up and tried to run.

As a result, as soon as he stood up, he suddenly leaned back and fell to his knees with a thud.

Fu Rong raised his foot and stepped on Malay's ankle, and asked Qin Shu gently, "How is it? Did you eat well?"

Qin Shu hummed.

Fu Ying raised his hand, "Shopkeeper, check out."

Then he pointed at Qin Shu and said, "She gave the silver."

Ma Lai couldn't help but envy and said: "Good brother, you are really capable. You can even eat free rice!"

"But it's not surprising. With your looks and bearing, you are a handsome man with good looks. You can afford to eat this gigolo."

Fu Rong raised his hand and patted the back of Malay's head, "I'm so jealous of you!"

He really had no money on him, and all the money he brought from his family was in Qin Shu's hands.

When he was an official before, he would give his pitiful salary directly to Qin Shu every time he received it.

I have never managed my own money.

If you need money, just ask Qin Shu.

You know what, it feels really good to ask Qin Shu for money.

It feels like being restrained and disciplined by my own wife.

Qin Shu asked: "Shopkeeper, how much is the noodle soup?"

The shopkeeper came over quickly and took a look. "Thank you. Twenty-eight cents."

Mutton noodle soup is five cents, pork noodle soup is three cents.

Qin Shu rummaged through her purse, found a piece of silver and put it on the table.

Just as the shopkeeper was about to weigh it, Qin Shu quickly said, "No need to change."

Ma Lai's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned around and stretched out his hand, "I have money! Find it. If she doesn't want it, I will!"

Fu Ying slapped him again, "Go away!"