I sell hot pot in Dasong [farming]

After noon, when the last table of guests was sent away, Si Nan shook his hand to shake the noodles, Xiao Guo thumped his sore waist, and the two looked at each other with wry smiles.

"After being so busy these days, I almost thought we really came to open a noodle restaurant." Xiao Guo laughed.

Si Nan raised his eyebrows, "Aren't we here to open a noodle restaurant, Yue Yuanyuan?"

Xiao Guo chuckled, "Yes, Brother Junjun."

Today is a sunny day, the afternoon sun shines warmly on the quiet street, the mottled wooden fence casts small shadows, the snow on the roof tiles melts and drips down the eaves, three or two old cats walk calmly along the base of the wall However, a few elderly people were basking in the sun under the wall with warm sleeves and necks curled up.

This is the tranquility and serenity that is rarely seen in Bianjing.

Si Nan suddenly felt that it would be good to live here forever. Renting a shop, selling bowls of noodles, and raising a cat were exactly the life he had longed for.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help laughing.

It's hard to imagine Tang Xuan wearing coarse clothes and getting into the small earthen house with his head down.

Even if the rich and precious county king eats steamed buns, he has to pick them up with chopsticks decently, right?

Since you miss him, write him a letter!

Si Nan first wrote a letter with his right hand, expressing his longing for these days in a "Si Nan" tone, talking about the situation of the hot pot restaurant, and talking about the funny story about Xiaozai and Dongzao in the academy, pretending that he is still in Bianjing.

Then I switched to my left hand and wrote another letter.

This is Si Nan's unique skill. He practiced it with his calligraphy teacher when he was in college. Even Tang Xuan didn't know that he could write with his left hand.

In the second letter, Sinan greeted Tang Xuan with a "Yue Junjun" tone, boasted how lively his noodle shop was, invited him to come over for a meal, and drew a careful note at the end.

The reason why such an image was established was actually to avoid meeting Tang Xuan.

Sinan knows his own county king too well, this man who is straighter than a steel pipe hates mad bees and butterflies the most.

Sure enough, Tang Xuan originally planned to meet with him to talk about private salt, but when he saw this "unserious" letter and the even more unscrupulous care at the end, he immediately dismissed the idea.

- Don't give such dishonest people a chance.

——Don't let Brother Nan misunderstand.

Tang Xuan decisively burned "Yue Junjun"'s letter, washed his hands specially, and then carefully opened another letter, read it from beginning to end, and read it again.

When I read it for the third time, I couldn't help but take out two small pieces of jerky, and read it while eating, feeling very happy.

Si Nan successfully avoided a crisis of exposure, and he was also very happy.

That evening, just as he was about to close the shop, he saw Mrs. Jiang coming out of the dim sum shop with a golden hairpin in her hand, her expression was not very good.

Simon had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Mrs. Jiang came towards him, handed over the golden hairpin, and said stiffly: "This item is too expensive, my family can't afford it, please take it back, brother."

Just as he was talking, he saw two sisters, Xiaohua and Xiaoduo, coming out of the shop, their eyes were red, they had obviously cried.

Jiang Xiaoduo was sobbing and still crying.

Jiang Xiaohua took her hand, bowed to Sinan, and apologized softly: "Little sister is not sensible, and has caused trouble to Brother Yue. What my mother means is that the small screen is really worthless. If you take it In exchange for this golden hairpin, sister Qiaoqiao will suffer a great loss."

Si Nan heard it, it seemed that Jiang Xiaoduo gave Jiang Xiaohua the hairpin, but Jiang Xiaohua saw that it was pure gold, not inlaid gold as Zhao Lingxi said.Mrs. Jiang is a strong one, and she refused to take advantage of it, so she returned the hairpin.

However, seeing how she suppressed her anger, is there something else going on?

Zhao Lingxi also came out when she heard the news, and said to Mrs. Jiang: "I exchanged the hairpin with sister Xiaoduo, I think it's worth it."

Mrs. Jiang glanced at her, ignored her, turned her head to Sinan and said, "Little girl is ignorant and messes around with things. As an adult, you should be more restrained."

This was not very polite, and Si Nan was not blindly soft, and said in a lukewarm way: "Our family's rules are different from those of my aunt's. Since the hairpin is pretty, she can change the screen whenever she wants, and give it to someone else." Just give it away, I won't interfere."

"Did you hear that?" Zhao Lingxi took the hairpin from Mrs. Jiang and handed it to Jiang Xiaoduo, "We agreed, I'll exchange the hairpin for the embroidery screen with you, and it's not for nothing."

Jiang Xiaoduo was like a trembling little rabbit, she didn't dare to return the hairpin in her hand, but she didn't dare to put it away either, looking at Jiang Xiaohua helplessly.

A few women came by and started chattering——

"Such a good hairpin, give it away as soon as you say, you won't fall in love with Xiaohua, will you?"

"Why did you fall in love with Xiaohua, it was clearly for Xiaoduo, and you also fell in love with Xiaoduo."

"Hey, Xiaoduo is also a capable person, and after only a few days of acquaintance, the little boss from Bianjing fell in love with her?"

The women laughed.

At first glance, it sounds like a compliment, but after careful consideration, it is full of malice.

Mrs. Jiang's face was even more ugly, she was probably concerned about something, and she didn't want to argue with them, so she just threw the hairpin to Zhao Lingxi, and took the two daughters away.

Those women refused to let her go, and said loudly and meanly: "What are we talking about, Mrs. Jiang just knows how to raise daughters. The eldest girl married Qianniuwei and became a master from then on; the second girl married another Even though the owner of the noodle restaurant is a foreigner, he can eat and drink easily."

Si Nan's face darkened.

No wonder Mrs. Jiang avoids him like a scorpion. It turns out that these people are so talkative, it can be seen that they often gossip about their mothers on weekdays.

Everyone was gone, but the women were still laughing fiercely, apparently joking, but every sentence they said was getting worse.

Si Nan sneered and said, "There's such a sour smell, whose pickle jar was knocked over?"

The women were taken aback, "What are you talking about?"

"Can't you understand Bianjing dialect? Sorry, I forgot." Sinan switched to Hejian dialect and said it again.

Zhao Lingxi said crisply: "What kind of pickle jar, smelly latrine is almost the same! I can't give birth to a good daughter, so I arrange someone else's family. Look at these fat heads and big ears. The saying 'jealousy makes people ugly' is true !"

She put her waist in, and fired with full firepower, "Sister Xiaohua just married a Qianniuwei, what's the matter? They haven't even married yet, so I made them angry with pink eyes. At the end of the month, with red makeup and drums, these jealous women still Can't you go up to the roof and cry for mourning?"

The women understood and were furious.

"A wild girl from other places, dare to talk in front of my old mother? The girls will discipline you for your parents today!" As he said, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to grab her.

Zhao Lingxi hid behind Si Nan and shouted at the top of her voice, "Help, the old witch is bullying people!"

"I see who dares! Whoever bullies my sister, I will cut him off!" Lai Da rushed out of the shop with a kitchen knife in his hand.

Xiao Guo and Zhong Jiang also came out, together with Si Nan, several tall and burly men came to protect Zhao Lingxi, scaring the women instantly.

Zhao Lingxi hid behind her brothers and said, "What about outsiders? What about locals? You have to be reasonable! If you didn't arrange Xiaoduo and my brother, I would say you?"

The women were furious, jumping up and down and swearing.

Si Nan and Zhong Jiang took their decency into consideration, so it was not easy to scold them back, but Lai Da and Xiao Guo were not afraid, Bianjing dialect and Hejian dialect took turns, and they scolded harder than them.

Mrs. Jiang also came out of the dim sum shop, and said coldly: "I know you have always disobeyed me, and I am too lazy to talk to you. Since it involves other people today, I can't bear it any longer—it's better to argue with Uncle Qiangzi, if he I think you are more suitable, and I hand in my hands."

The women panicked and reprimanded in a low voice: "Jiang Shi, you are not afraid of breaking taboos when you say nonsense!"

Mrs. Jiang smiled coldly, "After being arranged by you all these years, the three of us have already lost their reputation, so what else is there to be afraid of? Go, go now—"

"Okay, okay, it's just a few jokes, why are you getting annoyed." A few spectators nearby hurried over to smooth things over.

The women who made trouble walked down the steps and walked away in despair.Lady Jiang also had a cold face, and turned back to the dim sum shop.

When everyone left, they all looked at Sinan and the others intentionally or unintentionally, as if they were avoiding something.

Si Nan was keenly aware that what Mrs. Jiang said was probably related to "Uncle Qiangzi" and private salt.

He winked at Zhao Lingxi.

Zhao Lingxi cleverly went around to the back street and knocked on the small door of Jiang's back house.Seeing her, Jiang Xiaohua quietly opened the door and welcomed her into the room.

Jiang Xiaoduo was still crying, her thin shoulders twitched, "Is it really like what they said? You gave me the hairpin because Brother Jun Jun wants to marry me?"

The corner of Zhao Lingxi's mouth twitched, "It's nothing, you think too much."

Did she think her life was too long, or did Sinan live enough?

Who dares to cuckold Brother Qiuqiu!

Jiang Xiaoduo's first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief.

After thinking about it, I cried even more fiercely.

I really don't know which answer made her sadder.

Jiang Xiaohua is elegant and good-looking, and her temper is as soft as water. While comforting her sister in a warm voice, she apologized to Zhao Lingxi.

"I had a conflict with them today, and I'm afraid your days in this Hejian mansion will be difficult in the future."

Zhao Lingxi said sharply, "Am I afraid of them?" One day, if you reveal your identity, you won't be able to scare them to death!

Jiang Xiaohua gave a solemn salute, "Please don't be angry with my mother, pretty sister, she is afraid of being scolded all these years, but whenever a decent little brother comes to my shop to buy snacks, there must be people on the street Gossip. Especially later, when my mother took that job...it caught their eyes even more."

Zhao Lingxi helped her up, and asked innocently, "What's the job? Aunt Jiang is still on the job?"

"What can there be? It's just an irrelevant business." Jiang Xiaohua smiled and perfunctory, "Xiaoduo also loves me, and is afraid that I will be bullied when I go to her husband's house, so she is busy helping me save my dowry."

"Shouldn't I feel sorry for you? You have been bullied before you even reached your in-law's house!" Jiang Xiaoduo said angrily, then turned her head and pulled Zhao Lingxi to complain.

Jiang Xiaohua's future mother-in-law, Qian Shi, is a snobbish eye. It turns out that her family's life is poor. Seeing that Jiang's family has a dim sum shop and has no son, she asks a matchmaker to propose marriage, hoping that the shop will belong to their family in the future.

Unexpectedly, her son would be promoted to Qianniuwei, Qian suddenly looked down on Jiang's family, and thought every day to call off the marriage and say something better to her son.

"We should be getting married at the end of the month, so we should be urging makeup, but there is no movement at all. A few days ago, my mother asked someone to inquire, and Mrs. Qian made a new request, saying that my sister is not dexterous enough, and asked her to learn Bian embroidery. When did you learn when to get married..." Jiang Xiaoduo became angrier as she spoke, and couldn't help crying.

Jiang Xiaohua also turned her back, weeping silently.

Zhao Lingxi was angry and bored, she really felt sorry for Jiang Xiaohua, with her appearance and temperament, if she was born in a noble family, where would she worry about getting married?In this small closed place, fate can only be tied to others, which is pitiful and pathetic.

"If I were Sister Xiaohua, I wouldn't marry. I would do embroidery work to support myself, and then find a way to make a lot of money. As long as I have money, why don't I worry about not being able to buy a little man?" Zhao Lingxi complained to Sinan angrily when she returned home .

Si Nan sharply picked out the key point, and asked: "You mean, Mrs. Jiang wanted Jiang Xiaohua to learn Bian embroidery on purpose, but she couldn't find a master?"

"Of course I can't find it. In such a small place, how can anyone learn from that? Mrs. Qian did it on purpose to let Sister Xiaohua back out of difficulties." Zhao Lingxi became more and more angry as she spoke, completely forgetting that she was just trying to make a fool of herself.

Simon was happy.

He knew how to win Miss Jiang's trust.

"Pretty~" Si Nan looked at Zhao Lingxi with a smile.

Zhao Lingxi trembled, "Don't call me that, I'm afraid."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," Si Nan patted her, "I think I heard Xiao Xuanxuan say that royal women have been taught female reds by the nanny in the palace since they were young. If I remember correctly, they teach Bian embroidery, right?"

Zhao Lingxi's expression froze, "You can forgive me. At that time, I was only thinking of practicing the whip and fighting with Brother Qiuqiu. The ones taught by my mother have already been eaten with white porridge."

Simon smiled, "Think about it."

Zhao Lingxi pretended, "I can't remember."

"If you can remember, I won't tell Brother Di that you came to Hejian Mansion, how about it?"

Zhao Lingxi blinked, "When are you going to tell him?"

"Just now."

"Are you threatening me?"

Sinan continued to smile, "If the answer is correct, add [-] points."

Zhao Lingxi was angry, "You—"

Si Nan found an embroidery frame, put it in front of her with a smile, "Good boy, try it."

Zhao Lingxi... just try it!

She picked up the needle, pierced it angrily, and finally pierced a yellow mess, because she only embroidered an outline, and it was done in a while.

Si Nan took a look, "This is... a chicken?"

"It's a butterfly!" Zhao Lingxi rolled her eyes, "Spicy eyes, right? Don't blame me, you asked me to embroider."

Sinan tried his best to keep smiling.

He wanted to break into the private salt chain. The first step in his plan was to become a buyer. The only entry point was Mrs. Jiang. He really didn't want to give up this opportunity.

Could it be possible to invite an embroiderer from Bianjing?

Zhao Lingxi lay on the table with her chin resting on her arm, trying to hold her respect, "Brother Nan, don't think that I'm ignorant. Although I can't embroider well, I can recite it well, mothers and daughters." I have memorized the techniques mentioned verbatim... If there is ready-made embroidery, let me dictate it."

Sinan took a deep breath, picked up the embroidery needle, "You talk about the stitching method, I'll embroider."

Zhao Lingxi straightened up suddenly, "You will?"

"I don't know Bian embroidery, but I know a little about Shu embroidery." When I was bored in the country, I learned from my grandma, who praised him for his talent.

Zhao Lingxi was stunned, "Really? I don't believe it."

Sinan burst out laughing, such a familiar tone!

With a suppressed smile, he embroidered a few stitches, which were a little rusty at first, but after three or five stitches, he got familiar with the feeling of embroidery stretch and needlework, and gradually became proficient.

It's strange, he forgot many things after time travel, only the memories of being in the countryside with his grandparents when he was a child became extremely clear, as if...someone helped him dig it out from his mind and go through it again.

Zhao Lingxi's eyes were burning, "Brother Nan, tell the truth, did you know from birth that you would marry Brother Qiuqiu?"

Sinan wondered, "What does it have to do with your brother Qiuqiu?"

Zhao Lingxi broke her hands to help him calculate, "Can cook, embroider, good-looking, and smart, didn't she prepare to be a princess since she was a child?"

Si Nan laughed, "You're thinking too much. Also, I'm marrying you brother Qiuqiu, not marrying you."

"Then do your best." Zhao Lingxi smirked, "No, I have to write to Brother Qiuqiu and tell him about it, saying that you liked him since you were a child, and you would not hesitate to learn embroidery for him."

Si Nan was speechless, "You write it, it's no wonder he can believe it."

Zhao Lingxi hummed: "Do you want to bet?"

Si Nan tapped on the embroidery frame, "I don't have time to bet with you, business matters."

Zhao Lingxi insisted, "If I win, you will accompany me to visit Yujin Garden when I return to Bianjing!"

Sinan had no choice but to say, "Okay, my lord, can you please memorize the acupuncture method?"

Zhao Lingxi chuckled, and secretly wrote a letter to Tang Xuan while dictating the acupuncture method.

She won!

People who fall in love are fools, brother Qiuqiu is the stupidest!