Author: Koi Yuanbao

Chapter 43 Eat for free

Lu Xiling had no time to read the hopes in the eyes of regular customers.

While she was making fish soup in front of the steaming casserole, she said calmly: "Many people have never eaten raw fish, and their stomachs will not be used to it at first. If you eat raw fish in the future, you must not eat carp as well."

Eat it the way you eat it in a pot.”

It doesn't matter if you look like you're gobbling it up, it just shows that Lu Xiling's food tastes good.

However, all the money the refugees have is life-saving money. It is not worth it to have to spend money to see a doctor just because of a temporary craving.

"What the girl is saying is that we all should eat more slowly!"

"That's right, hey, I'm talking about you! Don't eat so fast, the boss lady has been busy cooking fish for us for an hour, and her butt hasn't even touched the chair."

"And the little girl who serves the food, her face is so dark from working under the stove!"

Douya was stunned for a moment and did not explain. She chose to let the beautiful misunderstanding continue to develop.

Everyone nodded and indeed slowed down their eating speed by twice.

Lu Xiling was pleased.

It's okay, they are all real people, there are no unreasonable people sneaking in.

She then accepted a wave of favors: "My boss said in the past that everyone is a pupa in a trading company. You should help me, and I can help you. I think I can start a business because of everyone's love for the craftsmanship of the small shop. Even more

It’s thanks to all of your hard work that our store’s sign becomes louder and louder.”

"...Thank you all for supporting me. In the future, when the guests are prosperous, don't forget to come to our store. The dishes in our store will definitely satisfy you!"

Some people felt ashamed after hearing this: "I take the proprietress's advice, but we are all poor... we have enough food and clothing, but we are still far from being developed."

Douya patted his chest and jumped out. While serving the food, he generously talked about his experience from slave beggar to accountant.

Very burning.

Very inspiring.

People inside and outside the house were stunned for a moment.

It was not easy for the refugees in the hall to survive in the capital for so long, and they wanted to give up countless times.

If they hadn't found it too chilling to return home naked, they would have followed the previous group back home.

But now, after eating delicious fish, drinking rich fish soup, and listening to the two people's feelings about starting a business, many people have rekindled their hope.

The scholars outside the house felt the same way.

Over the years, the government has been corrupt and there is no hope of becoming an official. The situation of scholars has always been no match for that of military generals. Many sons and daughters have already missed the golden period of life in the struggle.

But... now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, Kyushu is clearing its waters, and everything seems to be moving in a good direction?

The scholars couldn't help but think on the bright side: Maybe the new emperor is a good emperor who makes good use of good strategies and does not act arbitrary and tyrannical?

Lu Xiling moved out and encouraged everyone.

"My little girl knows a man who was admitted to the imperial examination at the age of twenty-seven and entered the court at the age of thirty. Compared with him, all the gentlemen are in their prime!"

In ancient times, there was no shortage of endorsement experts, and there were many who could rank among the top three before they even reached the top.

On the contrary, it is surprising that he can still become an official at the age of thirty.

Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed.

But they are all gentlemen, and it is not easy to make irresponsible remarks outside, especially if they don’t know who the boss lady is referring to and where they are now. If a word changes the taste and is not guaranteed, it will reach the ears of senior officials. They will spend the rest of their lives

That's it.

Everyone dared to murmur in their hearts: He who won the Jinshi at the age of twenty-seven is so stupid...

Then I thought about it, if such stupid people can become officials, then they have learned a lot and are rich now. Now that they are young, they should give it another try!

Just as Lu Xiling was rolling up his sleeves, when he saw the scholars in front of him, their eyes were suddenly like torches, and he shrank his shoulders for no apparent reason.

Another person who thought the same as the scholars was Song Shilang who was eating melon on the street corner.

The coachman rushed back with his robe in hand. After squeezing in the crowd for a long time, he finally had time to wipe his sweat. He just called out "Sir" and before the next words came out, he heard the voice of a middle-aged man in the car.

"Becoming a Jinshi at the age of twenty-seven and entering the temple at the age of thirty. Is there such a famous figure in the court?"

Song Zhuoyu was forty-seven years old this year. He wrote well and achieved little. When he was young, he was selected as an examiner for the official selection. Later, when the late emperor came to power, he was demoted and served as Dibei's parent official for several years. At the age of 18, he followed the new emperor back to the capital and became the Minister of Household Affairs.

During his years as a Beijing official, he had never heard of any of his superiors who only passed the Jinshi examination at the age of twenty-seven.

Now that I have come back, I have never seen anything like this among the younger generations.

Song Zhuoyu was curious for a moment: Apart from Brother Shen, I have never heard of anyone else sent by the saint recently. Could it be a treacherous old minister around the late emperor?

The coachman laughed after hearing this: "Your Excellency, you are overly worried. The proprietress of this private restaurant has always been smart. Maybe she is just someone who made up nonsense to comfort those scholars who have no official connections."

Song Zhuoyu nodded.

That's how it should be.

Thinking of the little girl who just kept saying "what the ancients said" and "how good food should be", Song Zhuoyu pursed his lips.

Unexpectedly, the little girl looked young but was very talkative. He couldn't help but think of an old friend who was intolerant.

The green years are like a dream in the past, the old friend passed away in the west, and he is also old.

It's a pity, it's deplorable.

"Sir," the coachman reminded softly, "I'm afraid I can't buy the fish my wife likes to eat. Should we go somewhere else and buy some delicious preserves?"

The coachman refers to the notice board at the door of Yueling Private Kitchen. Today's fish pot seems to be specially prepared for the refugees.

Song Zhuoyu patted his forehead.

Look at him just watching the fun and forgetting the dearest ancestors in the family.

During these days, there were meetings during the day to discuss the new grain tax policy, and at night they had to pay attention to the livelihood of the refugees in the city. It was common for them to stay in the pavilion at night during the third and fourth watch.

I'm not busy today. It's rare that I can take a break and go home to be with my wife.

But... I haven't seen my beloved wife for a long time... The last time my wife asked him to inquire about the vegetarian cakes at Faen Temple, he had not had time to do it. Now if he goes back empty-handed, he is afraid that he will be beaten...

For the sake of official prestige and the man's face, Song Zhuoyu could not delay for a moment.

Before leaving, he looked back again, waved his hand and said: "It is not easy to run a small shop in the market. It is commendable that the proprietress is willing to help people in need. Go and call the nearby guards to guard you. Don't let the evil-minded people take advantage of the loophole at this time."

"yes."

As soon as the driver turned around, he looked up and suddenly saw a group of guards heading towards the restaurant.

Taking a closer look, the guards were walking in an orderly and orderly manner. They didn't look like they were here to stop a crowd from making trouble. Instead, they seemed to have predicted the thoughts of the adults in advance and came to maintain order.

Song Zhuoyu also saw this scene. His many years of experience as a Beijing official made him more careful, and his eyes immediately searched the surroundings.

really.

At the entrance of the alley half a street away, a carriage with the word "Yong" written on it was parked quietly in the corner.

Bai Ye lowered the bamboo curtain and lightly clasped the car wall: "Go to the Imperial Guard."

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