I opened a restaurant in ancient times

Zhang Qiao was sitting in the yard chopping firewood. Because it was summer and the weather was extremely hot, Zhang Qiao was sweating a lot.

From the corner of Zhang Qiao's eyes, he saw a figure, looked over and found it was Zhao Heng, so he wiped off his sweat and waved to Zhao Heng: "Zhao Heng? You are here, come in quickly."

Zhao Heng nodded, walked slowly to Zhang Qiao, and handed him the bowl and chopsticks before: "Brother Zhang, I just came here, do you know where there is a place to work? The wasteland allocated to me by the government has not been reclaimed yet. , there is no food to eat at home."

Zhao Hengneng had thought about what he said, even though they didn't know that the government had paid three taels of silver for resettlement, which was neither too much nor too little in terms of the village's consumption level.

But the heart of defense is indispensable, who knows if there will be some scoundrels eyeing him?Now he is just a refugee, and he has not yet gained a firm foothold in Dahe Village.

It's better to keep a low profile and go to work with Zhang Qiao first, and get to know the people in Dahe Village and the surrounding villages.

When a person goes to a new place, he always needs to make friends, and besides, he has to do business, so he will have to bother them to do something in the future.

Zhang Qiao looked at the man in front of him, probably about the same age. Although the heights of the two were almost the same, he was not tall and strong, but Zhao Heng looked like a frail scholar.

Zhang Qiao smiled honestly: "Then you have found the right person. Now Mr. Li in Lijia Village next door is just planning to build a yard to escape the summer heat and is recruiting workers."

He looked at Zhao Heng for a while, and was a little suspicious: "You are so strong, can you do it?"

Zhao Heng: "..." I can!

"Building a garden is physical work. Weakness can't bear it. Don't exhaust your body just to make money in a hurry." Zhang Qiao looked at his expression, a little worried.

Although Zhao Heng was a refugee, he looked like someone who had read books, and his temperament was not something that a farmer who spent all day planing in the fields could have.

Besides, when I first went to see him, I was still coughing, even if I am not a scholar, I can't spoil my body like this!

"It's okay, I can do a small job. If I really can't stand it, I will quit my job."

Zhao Heng thought to himself, although this body was indeed weak when he first woke up, he was not sick, but he was exhausted from running around for days, coughed because he hadn't drank water for a long time, and his throat was too dry.

After arriving in Dahe Village, the original owner bought a dilapidated house with [-] Wen, then lay down and slept for a whole day.After waking up from hunger, he became the current Zhao Heng. After resting for such a long time, Zhao Heng felt that he was in very good health now.

Seeing that he was indeed much better, Zhang Qiao didn't cough any more, so he didn't stop him anymore. For such a young man, he should have his own ideas, so there is no need for outsiders to tell him.

"Tomorrow, I will go with a few people from our village, and I will call you at Yinshi tomorrow morning, okay?"

Hearing this, Zhao Heng smiled: "Sure, then I'll wait for you to call me at home tomorrow."

From the house came a voice that sounded like a middle-aged woman: "Daqiao, who are you talking to outside? Someone is coming from our house?"

Zhang Qiao raised his voice: "It's the little brother who just moved next to our house, and he brought the bowl."

There was a rustling sound, like someone putting on shoes, "Oh, why are you here?" An aunt came out, looking about 50 or [-] years old.

"Daqiao, hurry up and get a stool for someone to sit on."

Zhang Qiao greeted him, got up and went to the house to get a stool.

"What's the boy's name? How old is it? Is there a marriage?"

"My name is Zhao Heng. I am seventeen years old and have never been married." Zhao Heng carefully recalled the memory of the original owner and confirmed that the body was 17 years old.He was only 23 years old in his previous life, and he was still young.

Zhao Heng thought to himself, what's the matter with the same tone as the outdated elders urging marriage?Could this aunt be Zhang Qiao's mother?

Before he could think too much, Zhang Qiao had already come out of the house with two stools in his hands. When he walked up to Zhao Heng, he handed one to Zhao Heng and the other to Mother Zhang.

"In our village from now on, I have to ask Aunt Zhang to take care of her." Zhao Heng watched Zhang's mother sit down before sitting down.

"Yes, yes, Daqiao is the same age as you, and you will get to know each other better in the future."

Zhang's mother looked at this young man who looked like a scholar and was so polite, she thought he might be a troublemaker.

Zhang Qiao suddenly said, "Mum, tomorrow I will go to Master Li's house to work, and then Zhao Heng will go with me."

Zhang's mother looked at Zhang Qiao in surprise, then turned to ask Zhao Heng: "Are you going to work at Master Li's house too? That job is not easy."

Zhao Heng smiled: "It's okay, I made an agreement with Zhang Qiao, we will go together tomorrow."

"That's fine too. Besides coming to the village, it's also good to follow the bridge and get to know the people in the village."

Mother Zhang nodded, and softly told Zhao Heng: "Don't hurt your body because of working when you are young, otherwise it will be a problem when you are old."

After sitting and talking in Zhang's house for a while, Zhao Heng got up and said goodbye: "Aunt Zhang, I'm leaving first, I have to be busy in two days."

"Don't delay your work, go and go!" Mother Zhang and Zhang Qiao got up and sent him to the door.

Apart from Zhang's family, Zhao Heng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He always held his breath when talking to Zhang Qiao's mother, just like talking to the leader before.

Back home, Zhao Heng began to think about how to open his own small shop.

First of all, without so much money, even with the resettlement fee of the original body, it would not be possible to rent a shop.You can only start with stalls.

Where to put it and what to buy have become issues for Zhao Heng to consider.Zhao Heng bowed his head. It seemed that he would go to the town to observe the terrain another day. As a cook himself, it would be safer to sell food.

As for what to buy, you still have to think twice before deciding, the original body has never been to this place in his memory, and Zhao Heng still doesn't know the tastes that the residents of this place like, so he dare not be casual.

But there should be no one who doesn't like sesame seed cakes, which has been eaten since ancient times. If we start from this aspect, it should open up the market.

Bring all the dregs cakes, thousand-layer cakes, sauce-flavored cakes, and shortbreads from the previous life. There are all kinds of sweet and salty ones. I am afraid that they will not be able to capture the stomachs of the people of Da Chu.

Thinking of this, Zhao Heng secretly made up his mind: the plan to make money must be put on the agenda as soon as possible!

Near noon, Zhao Heng decided to solve his stomach problem first.

Finding a tattered basket from a corner, Zhao Heng stretched out his hand to pat it, and the dust fell all over the ground, presumably it was discarded by the owner who lived here before.

There was a big hole in the bottom of the basket, and it couldn't hold anything, so Zhao Heng dropped the basket.

Zhao Heng carefully recalled the memory of the original owner. He originally planned to go to the wasteland allocated to him by the government to see if there was anything to eat, but he did not expect that in the memory of the original owner, the wasteland was really a wasteland.

I have no choice but to go to the foot of the mountain to try my luck. I heard from Aunt Zhang that hunters often come to the mountain to hunt. Generally speaking, as long as the villagers do not go deep into the forest, it is not dangerous to stay at the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Heng didn't want to bother Aunt Zhang's family anymore, so he wondered if he could find some wild vegetables and mushrooms at the foot of the mountain.

Following the few memories, Zhao Heng turned over a small hill.

There is a small river not far from the hillside.It doesn't look very wide, so it should be called a creek rather than a river.

The gurgling water is flowing slowly, and there are a few willow trees beside the creek, standing upright on the bank. At this time, there is a wind blowing, and the willow branches move with the wind.

If a scholar saw this scene, he might compose a poem on the spot.

Zhao Heng is not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery at the moment, he is concentrating on the small fish moving fast in the stream.Everyone in the village is rich, and these fish can live safely until now.

The original owner only left two sets of clothes, so he couldn't have all of them.Zhao Heng took off his shoes and rolled up his trousers.He slowly descended into the stream, and the stream flowed against his feet, which was cool and comfortable.

The fish was frightened and fled around, and the water splashed from its slippery body was everywhere, and some water droplets even splashed on Zhao Heng's face.

With a "snap", Zhao Heng threw the caught fish onto the bank, turned around and continued to catch another one.

Just as he was concentrating on fishing, an arrow feather pierced through the air and made a "swish" sound. The arrow brushed Zhao Heng's arm and pierced directly behind Zhao Heng in a daze.

The sharp feathered arrow made a "swish", and Zhao Heng broke out in a cold sweat, and the fish he was about to catch slipped away.

He raised his head and saw the thin figure of a young man. Due to the backlight, he couldn't see the face of the person coming. He squinted his eyes because of the sunlight.

When the person came closer, he saw the person's face clearly.The young man has a handsome face, a red mole between his eyebrows, and a healthy wheat complexion. In modern times, he is also a cute brother who makes star-chasing girls smile.

He was dressed in an indigo bunt, with a bow and arrow in his hand, and a wooden quiver on his back, with a few arrows inserted here and there, the sharp arrows shining in the sun.

The boy suddenly said, "Why are you here?"

Zhao Heng was a little strange. With such a tone, he knew him?

Seeing Zhao Heng's doubts, the young man took the initiative to ask, "Are you the new refugee from Dahe Village?"

"Yes, it's me. My name is Zhao Heng. Have you met me?" Zhao Heng didn't remember meeting this person before.

"The land allocated to you by the government yesterday is next to my house." The young man said as he walked in Zhao Heng's direction, and put the bow and arrow back behind his back.

The government assigned him to Dahe Village, and naturally considered the livelihood of the refugees.The land allocated to the refugees has a time limit, and after one year, they have to pay to rent it.

This is also the cleverness of the government. If you are a diligent person, you will definitely earn some money within a year no matter what. If you want to use this money to rent a larger piece of land locally, there is no problem.Such measures also prevent some villains or rascals from trying to take advantage.

There was a pause in the footsteps, the boy took a step back, jumped across the creek neatly, walked directly to the willow tree by the river and broke a willow branch.

Zhao Heng's gaze changed following the boy's footsteps, and finally fixed on the dead snake by the stream.

It has a triangular head and a brightly colored body. It is a poisonous snake.

Just now, that boy saved himself?

Zhao Heng hurried ashore and thanked the young man, "Thank you for saving me, may I know your name?"

Jiang Yuan gave him a strange look, squatted down some distance away from the snake corpse, and tested it with a willow stick.

Without his answer, Zhao Heng was a little embarrassed for a moment, hurriedly put on his shoes, and walked in front of the boy.

"careful!"

Zhao Heng was pushed two steps away by the young man and staggered to his feet.He wasn't angry at all, he just didn't understand why the boy pushed him.

Turning around and before he could speak, he saw the snake that was clearly dead just now bounced up again. The snake's mouth was wide open, and its two fangs were extremely sharp, piercing the boy's arm.

The young man grabbed the snake by seven inches with his uninjured hand and threw it to the ground. His shoe trampled on the snake's head, crushing the snake to death.

Blood oozed from the indigo sleeves, and the pain made the boy's originally rosy face turn pale, and his lips trembled unconsciously.