Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

These people were quite arrogant. The leader was a yellow-haired man who waved a small knife in his hand and started cursing as soon as he entered the door: "Don't you have ears? I told you not to eat here. You dare to go against me. You don't want to live anymore."

It seemed like they were deliberately causing trouble, as the two younger brothers even pulled down the rolling shutter.

Liu Xia Lian had no intention of getting involved in such trivial matters. She didn't live by the sea, so why should she care so much? It was just a meal, but some people just had to provoke you.

The yellow-haired man knocked over Erya's bowl with a slap. The bowl contained rice soaked in the soup from boiled pork slices. The bowl fell to the ground, and the soup also wet Erya's clothes.

Erya felt aggrieved: "Sister, he won't let me eat."

Daniu looked at Liu Xialian, who was furious, and said softly, "Beat him."

Da Niu took off and kicked Huangmao in the stomach, sending him flying. He hit the window heavily, and the glass shattered instantly. Even the steel security net was deformed.

The yellow-haired man's face was distorted with pain: "Ah, ugh." He spat out a mouthful of blood.

After examining the calf, Liu Xia Lian was sure that its internal organs were injured. The force was too great, so she couldn't let them fight.

Liu Xia Lian reached for her waist and took out the big black star: "Hold your head with both hands and squat down. Daya took down their knives, don't hit them."

Daya snatched a machete and folded it in the middle into a U shape. She then grabbed a small knife and twisted the two ends into a twist.

At the beginning, some people dared to resist, but Daya would not tolerate them. She slapped them hard and several teeth flew out on the spot.

The remaining people dropped their weapons one by one and put their hands on their heads.

Liu Xia Lian came over and pulled the yellow-haired man who was in the lead over, and felt his pulse. Fortunately, his vital signs were stable, but some of his ribs might have been broken.

Chef Sun heard the sound, looked over and went back in fright.

"Dayong, who is that woman? How come she is so powerful? That yellow-haired guy is a well-known gangster in the streets around us. How come he kneels down as soon as he comes in?"

Dayong shook his head. "It's too confidential to say. I can only say that these hooligans are not enough for her to slap. This is my boss, who is in the same industry as you. She runs a restaurant in the Northeast. Some time ago, she asked me to find a Sichuan chef for her. Are you interested?"

Lao Sun was quite tempted, but was afraid that he would not be able to make any money.

"Do you make money?"

"Three or two hundred a month is no problem, but more than that probably won't be easy."

"I'll do it. Don't even mention 300, 200 is fine. It's too difficult to open a store by yourself."

After a while, Lao Sun brought up the pickled fish and bowed deeply: "Thank you all for your help."

Liu Xia Lian smiled and said, "You're welcome. I didn't intend to get involved in this matter. These people are blind and disturbed my meal."

A dozen people squatted there with their heads in their hands, not daring to look back. If anyone looked back, they might get a slap in the face.

After more than twenty minutes, the meal was finished. Lao Sun looked at the dishes on the table and the rice in the bucket. Except for fish bones and chicken bones, everything else was eaten up.

Liu Xia Lian stood up and looked at Huangmao. The young man was not very old, probably in his twenties.

"Young man, listen to my advice. Don't get involved in society. Sooner or later you will have to eat peanuts. A bullet will blow your head off." The yellow-haired man said nothing. He squatted there with his hands on his head, enduring the pain.

Seeing that he didn't believe her, Liu Xia Lian took a porcelain bowl for rice and put it in front of him: "Look, your head is not as hard as this bowl, and my chopsticks are like bullets." After saying that, she raised her wrist and smashed the bowl into pieces with a snap.

Huangmao was so scared. Who was this person? How could he hit ordinary chopsticks with such force? It was beyond human power.

Dayong came over and said, "Sister, my brother Sun wants to come to our place, how about you give him a position as store manager?"

"Okay, his cooking skills are impeccable. So, Chef Sun is one of us. You bastards, you dare to mess with my chef, you deserve the death penalty." With a shake of his hand, a coin was nailed to the wall in front of the yellow-haired head, and the wall was made of cement.

The big guys couldn't stand it anymore, so they started to beat them up, slapping each of them in the face.

"Come here and apologize to our Chef Sun." Daniu pulled out all the shining Hu family swords. With his 1.95 meter tall stature and weight of more than 200 kilograms, plus the sharp sword in his hand, it was hard to breathe.

Ten people knelt down together to apologize to Chef Sun. Liu Xia Lian raised her wrist to look at her watch. It was getting late, almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Get out of here, everyone. If you run slower, I'll kill you with a knife."

After sending these people away, Liu Xia Lian said, "Old Sun, there is no need to rush. You can arrange to deal with things here. When you arrive in the Northeast, you can open a Sichuan restaurant. You will be the chef and store manager at that time. The salary will be 120 yuan, plus 5% profit. If the later results are good, you can also get 5% profit from the new store. I dare not say more, but it is still a few thousand yuan a year."

"Okay, okay, I need to transfer the store here, and I have two guys who I want to take with me."

"No problem. I have chefs in my hometown. I can bring along those with good cooking skills. I plan to open a store of about 300 square meters, so I will need at least three or four chefs."

"Okay, that's no problem. I'll bring a few people with me from my hometown."

After leaving the restaurant, the group booked a few rooms in the small hotel opposite for a temporary rest.

Li Shaoyang said, "Sister Xia Lian, well, give me some money so I can help my grandfather and his family spend the money. It will be troublesome if they don't help us when we go back to northern Myanmar."

"Sure, no problem. But there's no place here, how are you going to give them money?"

"Just find a land temple and get the job done."

"Okay, Zhao Hua, come with me to help. Everyone else should get some sleep in the rooms, as we have to take the bus in the evening."

The three of them asked several people before they found the local incense and candle shop. The shop was not big, only about a dozen square meters, and there were dozens of bundles of gold foil incense, gold ingots, gold bars, and the best sorghum wine. "

Liu Xialian said, "Boss, except for the broth, I want everything else that can be burned, and I want all the wine, too."

The boss was unhappy when he heard this and waved his hand: "Go play somewhere else and don't delay my business."

Liu Xialian took out a thick big unity and said: "I'm not kidding, quickly calculate how much money it is."

The boss's face lit up with joy: "I still have dozens of bundles of paper in my warehouse, would you like to take them all?"

"No problem. Find a donkey cart and take him to the land temple."

A full cart still costs a lot of money. One hundred bundles of paper cost more than 800 yuan, and a hundred bottles of sorghum wine cost more than 100 yuan. I rented a cart for 10 yuan, and the driver delivered the things to the land temple.

Li Shaoyang stepped forward to burn incense, bowed three times, and explained the situation.

Then they started burning paper. The first batch of paper was 30 bundles, which were for the gods in the hall. They poured dozens of bottles of wine. The second batch was 40 bundles, which were for the people who helped the grandfather. The third batch was 30 bundles, which were for the gods who helped.