The husband is the future chief [infrastructure]

Jiang Ziyan didn't make sesame seed cakes this time. He ate the ones he made in the morning. He cooked some porridge and made some pancakes. He picked two loofahs from a green leaf hanging down on the wall next to him and fried them , The family was short of oil, and he used the little lard left. Although it was just an ordinary meal, Jiang Ziyan's cooking skills were good, and the taste was not bad.

Lin Xing squatted by the stove early on and watched, insisting on lighting a fire beside him, and couldn't drive him away, smelling the freshly baked pancakes, drooling greedily.

He is only five years old and still growing up, but Lin Zhao has to run around for his life every day, so he can't take care of him so carefully in life, as long as he can eat enough.

After washing their hands, the three of them gathered around the small table and began to eat. The little guy Lin Xing devoured his food, and Lin Zhao also ate a lot.

After dinner, Lin Zhao brought the boiled medicine to Jiang Ziyan. Jiang Ziyan was very surprised, "This is... the medicine you bought for me?"

"Well, herbal medicine can only stop bleeding." It means that drinking this will make you feel better soon.

Jiang Ziyan was moved again. This child is too honest and kind. When he recovers, he must repay him well.

Smelling the bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine, looking at Lin Zhao's bright eyes, he swallowed the bowl of decoction with a breath.

Lin Zhao saw that he took Lin Xing to sleep in the next room after drinking the medicine. Jiang Ziyan lay on the bed and remembered the scene he saw when he went to the next room to find Lin Xing today. That room was smaller than the room he was sleeping in now. There was no decent table, and a bed with a thin quilt was placed among the clutter.

They should have given up the room to themselves.

Jiang Ziyan sighed, he must get better as soon as possible, now that his body has not recovered, he can only cook a meal with energy every day, and if he wants to do anything else, he has to wait until his body recovers.

The next morning Lin Zhao went to the mountain again early, this time the harvest was not as much as yesterday, and when he came back he only had a pheasant in his hand.In fact, before that, he didn't gain much from going up the mountain every day. Yesterday was an accident, and all the traps he set had his prey caught.It's already October, and winter is coming, and the number of animals in the mountains has gradually decreased, so it's good to be able to catch a pheasant.

It's just that he didn't keep the chicken and take it to the town to sell. Instead, he killed the chicken directly after he came back, hoping to have a good meal for his family.Jiang Ziyan still has injuries on his body and needs to eat some meat tonic, and his younger brother also needs nourishment at a young age.

Jiang Ziyan didn't stop him either, the three of them really needed some meaty supplements.He cleaned the chicken and stewed it. There was no seasoning at home, so he only added salt.He made a few more bowls of rice, and they ate deliciously.

A few days later, Jiang Ziyan's injuries were almost all skin trauma. He was young and recovered quickly.After he recovers from his injury, he wants to go to the town to have a field trip and see what kind of business is more suitable for him in the future.

The next day when Lin Zhao went to the town to sell the hunted things, he took Jiang Ziyan with him. The ox cart in the village did not go to the town today, so the two of them walked.Lin Zhao walked forward silently. Jiang Ziyan's injury was almost healed, and he would leave in a few days. He kept silent on the way.

Jiang Ziyan, on the other hand, was thinking about how to make money to live in the future, and he also wanted to know more about the situation of the teenagers around him.

"Well, Lin Zhao, I have a question to ask you, it's just a little presumptuous, don't be angry."

"It's okay, you ask."

"Your parents..."

Lin Zhaodao: "They're all dead. I haven't seen them before. My aunt raised me, and then my aunt died too, so it's just me and Lin Xing."

Jiang Ziyan actually guessed it. Now that he heard the exact answer, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The fate of these two children is too bitter. "Then are you living alone with your younger brother now?"

Lin Zhao nodded, but didn't want to say anything else.

The two walked for more than an hour before arriving at the town. The town is called Qingyang Town. There are several inns and a few taverns in the town. The rest are small restaurants and small stalls.There is a big market here, and there is also a private school. The market is much more lively, but most of the people who come to set up stalls are from the village below, and there are several stalls selling wild game.

Lin Zhao walked to an empty seat familiarly, put the square cloth wrapped with things on it, and then put the dried goods and game that he brought on it, and sat down to wait for someone to buy it.

Jiang Ziyan greeted him and went around. He walked all over the two streets and found that this place is not generally barren. The barrenness does not mean that the people are too poor. On the contrary, some people in the town are still very Rich, but their development is too backward.

There are few tricks in terms of food, the taste is also average, and the business of the inn is also very bleak.People depend on food, Jiang Ziyan thinks that he can start with food first, and although there are pancakes in the town, they are not as soft and delicious as sesame seed cakes, so he thinks he can prepare them when he goes back.

It was almost the turn around, Jiang Ziyan had a bottom line in his heart, so he went back the same way to find Lin Zhao.When he arrived at Lin Zhao's stall, he was a little surprised. The game sellers next to him had all sold out and moved away. He was still sitting there in a daze, and none of the things in front of him were sold.

Jiang Ziyan walked up to him and said, "You used to set up a stall...is that how you sell it?"

Lin Zhao was taken aback, and realized that the person in front of him was Jiang Ziyan, and immediately blushed, stuttering, "Yes, yes."

If the things haven't been sold yet, will he despise himself for being useless...

Jiang Ziyan sighed, he finally understood why Lin Zhao came back so late every time he went to the town to sell game.

He squatted down next to him and said, "Everything is sold by shouting. If you sit here and don't say a word, people will be attracted by other shouting. You have to shout. Look at me."

After Jiang Ziyan finished speaking, he began to yell at the passers-by: "Let's take a look, the fresh pheasants and rabbits also come with dried goods, don't miss it when you pass by, our game is in the early morning mountain fog. It’s fresh, delicious and nutritious, as long as—”

He paused, then turned to ask Lin Zhao, "How much do you usually sell for one?"

Lin Zhao was still in a state of being shocked by his yelling, and replied mumly, "Fifty Wen."

Jiang Ziyan: "Passing by, don't miss it, it's only [-] Wen, only [-] Wen, you can't buy it at a loss, you can't be fooled, and there are dry goods for free!"

Everyone seems to be hearing this kind of hawking for the first time, and finds it novel, but everything is sold out after a while.

Lin Zhao was holding a heavy money bag in his hand, and his head was still a little dizzy. He was a little puzzled, why things were sold so quickly even if they cost ten cents more.He usually sold out his things when the sun went down, but today he closed the stall early.