The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

The carriage accelerated and moved forward for dozens of feet, and finally stopped in front of a farmer's house with a wooden door at the east end of the town.

There was only a cloth banner erected in front of the door, with the words "Yunlai Inn" written on it.

Jiang Muxia jumped out of the car. There were dim lanterns hanging under the eaves of the courtyard, gently swaying in the breeze. She looked up and saw a spacious courtyard with a row of roughly shaped half-brick and half-adobe houses.

There were no lights coming from the houses. I didn't know if they were asleep or if no one was home.

"Lao Sha, there's a guest, open the door quickly." The fat driver shouted inside.

No one responded in the yard for a long time. The fat coachman smiled awkwardly, pushed the door open, stood in the yard and shouted several times, but still no one showed up.

He was so anxious that he circled in the yard, ran to the middle room of the east wing and knocked on the door, but still no one answered.

He was unwilling to give up, so he turned around and ran to the backyard.

Everyone outside the door got out of their carriages, and the drivers jumped back and forth on the ground to keep warm.

Liu Ying had been sitting in the car for a whole day. The stove in the car had burned out long ago. She was cold and tired. She stood in front of the car with a pale face. When Jiang Muxia came forward to support her, she felt that she was shaking slightly.

Liu Ying smiled at her with a pale face, "How are you? Can you handle it?"

"I'm okay."

The Tang Zhongbai brothers had already entered the yard and found a large black pot on the west side of the yard with some unburned ashes dotted inside.

He was delighted and thought that instead of waiting here, it would be better to build a fire for everyone to cool off.

"Third brother, bring some firewood." He pointed to the chopped firewood in the west corner.

Firewood was thrown into the pot, black smoke rose up, the bottom of the pot gradually ignited, and the flames jumped up all at once, and the surroundings of the boiler were illuminated red by the flames.

"Uncles and brothers, come and warm yourself by the fire."

"We don't need it, let the master and the lady bake it."

Jiang Muxia didn't bother to be polite with them. She supported Liu Ying and walked towards the yard.

Qinghong quickly searched for a long stool, wiped it clean with a towel, and placed it in front of the big pot.

Jiang Muxia helped Liu Ying sit down, and the atmosphere in front of him immediately became warm.

This way of warming yourself by the fire outdoors is scorching hot in front of you but cool as ice at the back.

Liu Ying just wanted to drink a bowl of hot soup, she was complaining in her heart. She had walked long distances in winter before, but why was it so cold this year that she couldn't stand it after walking just over a hundred miles?

Xiaoxue struggled to jump out of Nanny Zhang's arms and ran to the backyard.

At this time, the fat driver and a dark and thin middle-aged man walked out quickly from the backyard.

Xiaoxue surrounded the middle-aged man and barked wildly.

"Xiaoxue, come back." Jiang Muxia chased after it, grabbed it, held it in his arms, and apologized to the middle-aged man.

When she looked up at the middle-aged man again, she couldn't help but want to laugh.

It seemed that the fat uncle was in too much of a hurry. His clothes were worn backwards and his hair was just tied into a bun.

The two walked to the east wing, opened the door, and turned on the light. Everyone then saw a counter at the door, with several jars of wine on the shelf behind the counter. There were several old tables and chairs against the wall in the room.

This little shop is really shabby.

The middle-aged man glanced outside the courtyard and complained, "Old Lu, didn't you become a driver for a high-ranking official? Why are you doing your old business again? There are so many people, and my little shop can't accommodate them all."

"Brother Sha, let me clarify. My master is not a high-ranking official, but just an ordinary merchant family, who is more well-off than us. Isn't the Chinese New Year just over a month away? The masters are going back to their hometown and passing by our shop. If I don't bring them to your shop, will it be a bargain for others?"

He pointed at Tang Shiyan and introduced him to the store owner, "This is my master."

Then he shouted to Tang Shiyan, "Master, he is the owner of the store, his last name is Sha."

Tang Shiyan bowed to him and said, "Thank you for your help."

Tang Zhongbai walked quickly to the wing room, clasped his fists and asked, "Is there anything to eat in the store? A simple meal will be fine. We don't care about where to stay, as long as we have a bed to sleep on."

The owner looked embarrassed.

The fat uncle was furious and stared at the owner eagerly, urging him to make arrangements quickly.

"Don't we have a big bunk bed? We drivers are all rough guys. Once we have eaten, we snore loudly."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements. But there's only me and my waiter in the store, and it'll take some time to cook for so many people. Can you guys wait?"

"That's not difficult. I'll cook." Jiang Muxia volunteered. She thought that everyone was exhausted after a long day's journey, so she wanted to reward them with delicious food. "What ingredients are there in the kitchen?"

The owner smiled awkwardly, "There has been no business in the store recently, so we haven't prepared any food. We do have rice and noodles, but as for the food, we only have a few cabbages."

"Is there a vegetable and meat shop in the town?"

The owner's eyes lit up, as if he remembered something, and he quickly suggested it to them.

"There's a restaurant in town that's still open at this hour. Why don't you just go there for a meal? I'll buy some meat and vegetables tomorrow and cook for you guys."

Jiang Muxia could tell that the owner was afraid of trouble and didn't want to keep them in the restaurant for dinner.

She began to wonder in her heart, businessmen seek profit, so what was the purpose of his behavior?

After looking at Tang Zhongbai, she agreed decisively, "Okay."

The owner opened the door of the guest rooms. The coachmen shared one room, Jiang Muxia and the maids shared one room, Tang Zhongbai and his brothers shared one room, and the better room was left for Tang Shiyan and his wife.

They lived in four rooms in total.

After settling down, everyone walked towards the town together.

It was already dark and the barking of dogs had disappeared.

In front of a shop in the town stands a pillar hung with lanterns, illuminating the entrance of the shop. A cloth banner with red characters on a white background is very eye-catching, welcoming customers to the restaurant.

There were no customers in the shop. A waiter was clearing the table. When he saw so many people rushing in, he hurried forward and asked suspiciously, "Sir, do you want to eat?"

"Hey, young man, we don't come to the restaurant to eat, do we come here to hang out?" The fat driver said in a bad tone. He lost face today and was in a bad mood, and then the waiter bumped into him.

The waiter quickly greeted the man with a smile, "Don't be angry, uncle. I have seen a lot of things in the world, and I thought you were here to ask for directions."

"Stop talking nonsense. Tell my master if there's anything to eat." He stretched out his hand and invited the waiter to come to Tang Shiyan.

The waiter respectfully announced the names of the dishes, "The usual dishes in the store are scallion pancakes, egg drop soup, and pork dumplings. It just so happens that we just slaughtered a sheep during the day. Would you like to stew the mutton?"

Tang Shiyan thought for a moment before saying, "How about this, there are only so many of us, you can serve us all the food you have in your restaurant, just enough for us to eat. Bring us whatever mutton you have left, and also give each table a jar of your good wine."

"Well, just wait and see."

The waiter ran to the kitchen happily, as this order of business was equivalent to their income for ten days.

Half a quarter of an hour later, steaming pancakes and dumplings were served on the table in bowls, and the egg drop soup was brought to the counter with the pot, and the waiter scooped it into bowls for them on the spot.

The last dish was mutton. Looking at the amount in the bowl, it was half a lamb. This must be all the stock in the kitchen that was cooked and served to them.

The food is home-cooked, not bad, but not great either. The best part is the hot soup and hot rice, which warms you up in the cold winter.

The drivers wolfed down their meal and went back to the inn to rest early, while the masters walked slowly to digest their food.

At this time, Liu Ying's expression had relaxed.

As soon as he went out, Tang Zhongbai bumped into someone, and the oil-paper bag in the other person's hand fell to the ground with a muffled "pop" sound.

The two men apologized to each other, and the young man picked up the oil paper bag on the ground and left in a hurry.

Jiang Muxia was walking behind, and when she passed by the place where the oil paper bag fell to the ground, she looked down. This glance made her exclaim in surprise.