After saving the pig god, I counterattacked and became the richest man in the village

CHAPTER 27 CHAPTER 027

After walking for a while, at an intersection, Sister Man stopped here, a little embarrassed: "I still have clothes to wash."

Zhao Yuanle: "It's okay, you go to do the laundry, I'm going to eat too."

Hearing this, Sister Man hurriedly turned around and pointed to a small stall in front of her.

"There, the noodles cooked by that person are delicious, and there are bread noodles and so on. The portions are enough and not expensive."

Zhao Yuanle took a look and nodded: "I see, I'll go there to eat."

Sister Man sighed: "I'm sorry, I have no money and nothing good. Second time, the second time you come to the county again, just come here to find me, and I will entertain you when the time comes."

"What's the matter, don't take it to heart."

With that said, Zhao Yuanle walked towards the small stall: "I'll go eat first."

Sister Man watched Zhao Yuanle leave, then turned and walked into a dilapidated small wooden house inside.

The small stall was not far away, Zhao Yuanle arrived within a few steps, and Mo Qingshan sat down next to him.

She looked up, staring at him.

Mo Qingshan felt a little embarrassed when Zhao Yuanle saw it like this, tilted his head slightly, and coughed.

Seeing that he was embarrassed, Zhao Yuanle spoke directly.

"Why do you keep following me?"

Mo Qingshan: "I also want to eat."

Zhao Yuanle snorted.

"Before that, I watched my fun, why are you joining in the fun?"

Mo Qingshan: "I'm worried about you. Anyway, we know each other well. Do you know how dangerous you were just now?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "I know."

Mo Qingshan saw that Zhao Yuanle said he knew, but in fact his expression was really nonchalant.

He couldn't help but start talking.

"You're lucky today, if you meet a security guard with a bad temper, you won't be able to leave with just a few words.

It's not like in your village outside, people here won't sell your uncle's face. "

Zhao Yuanle sneered when he heard Mo Qingshan's words.

She was not making fun of Mo Qingshan, she was making fun of the people here.

Mo Qingshan didn't understand Zhao Yuanle's smile.

"why are you laughing."

Zhao Yuanle didn't want to say more.

"I'm not laughing at anything."

Mo Qingshan: "..."

But he still couldn't help persuading Zhao Yuanle: "There are so many things you don't like, it's impossible to stand out in everything. Even if you want to stand out, you have to look at the situation.

Let’s not talk about those who can’t be offended, and those who can’t be offended, then you won’t be the only one who will suffer. "

Zhao Yuanle: "In the future, I will be able to provoke everyone."

Mo Qingshan: "In the future? What are you going to do?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Raise pigs."

Mo Qingshan: "... How much can you sell a pig for?"

Zhao Yuanle snorted: "You don't understand."

Mo Qingshan: "..."

Zhao Yuanle decided to skip this topic, she looked at the boss's position: "I haven't told the boss what to eat yet."

After finishing speaking, she said, "I want a bowl of red soup with noodles."

Mo Qingshan was behind her: "Me too, I want a big bowl."

The owner of the small stall was a middle-aged man with a hunchback. After listening to the order, he readily agreed. His hands were very skilled and his movements were fast.

He counted the number of buns with his left hand, and threw them into the pot at a precise distance. With his right hand, he quickly swiped the spoon across the seasoning box, and the base ingredients for the two bowls were ready.

Here, he took the time to take out the cooked noodles, and with quick steps, he turned around and placed them in front of the diners.

Zhao Yuanle's gaze was attracted by the actions of the small stall owner, and he could not take his eyes off it, with obvious admiration on his face.

Mo Qingshan wondered.

What's so good about this?

This is commonplace in his eyes, and besides, it is just a small stall, with two or three wooden tables and a few small bamboo stools, isn't it more than enough for one person to handle.

Mo Qingshan was puzzled in his heart, while Zhao Yuanle focused on the bright side.

She saw the boss pinch the moment when the bun noodles floated into the soup, poured a spoonful of cold water into it, and opened the lid of the pot where the bone broth was boiled, and two spoonfuls of broth fell into the bowls of the two of them, melting the original ingredients. The milky white lard inside slowly spread out, and a few emerald green onions were dotted on it.

Zhao Yuanle tilted his head and watched, seeing the noodles floating in the soup again, the boss moved the colander, and finally brought a bowl of noodles in front of the two of them.

She said to the boss with a sincere and sincere expression: "You are really amazing."

The boss was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

"Amazing, awesome, come back next time."

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "I will come next time."

Mo Qingshan: "..."

At first he thought Zhao Yuanle was a bit stupid, but now he thinks she is really stupid.

Zhao Yuanle lowered his head and sniffed, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

After biting down, she nodded in satisfaction.

The taste is good, it doesn't have the modern flavor of chicken essence, but it naturally has a umami taste. Although there is little meat in it, it is not lymph meat, but decent pork.

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle was eating deliciously, Mo Qingshan couldn't help speeding up.

The two of them finished eating almost at the same time.

After Mo Qingshan finished eating, he got up first and asked the price.

Boss: "Her two cents, yours is a big bowl, three cents."

Hearing this, Mo Qingshan took out a piece of fifty cents from his pocket and paid the money.

Zhao Yuanle: "What are you doing?"

Mo Qingshan: "Pay."

Zhao Yuanle: "I have money myself, I don't want you to pay me."

Mo Qingshan smiled.

"What's the matter, I'm not rich yet."

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle still had to pay, Mo Qingshan turned around and left.

Zhao Yuanle followed and took out his fifty cents to give him.

"I don't want your treat, you pay me thirty cents."

Mo Qingshan hid even faster, and Zhao Yuanle filled the space.

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Damn, pigs really don't have the power of agility. Not only is she not accurate enough, but her reaction speed is also average.

Mo Qingshan chuckled: "A bowl of bun noodles, eat as soon as you eat it, there are no such stingy people in our house."

Zhao Yuanle didn't insist anymore, so he could invite this person if he liked.

"Okay, forget it."

Mo Qingshan: "After eating, you should go back quickly."

Zhao Yuanle turned his head and looked around: "Go back? I haven't looked yet."

Hearing her words, Mo Qingshan shook his head: "I don't understand what's so interesting about this, you are alone, be careful that the kidnappers will stare at you."

Zhao Yuanle waved his hand: "It's bright and sunny, not such a bold kidnapper."

Mo Qingshan watched Zhao Yuanle turn and leave, and shook his head helplessly.

"Only you are bold."

After speaking, he looked at the road and walked towards a blacksmith shop.

Zhao Yuanle walked on the road in this county with his fifty cents in his pocket.

Of course she didn't mean to mess around.

What happened just now, vividly showed her the social atmosphere at this time.

One moment of anger returns to another moment of anger, and reason is still necessary.

Since this is not the real Republic of China, her original memory is useless.

That being the case, it is important to add background knowledge about this era.

Now that she is in the county, she can go to a bookstore and find a history book to read.

(End of this chapter)