Plane Mall: I became a group favorite by hoarding goods

Chapter 90 90. Jailbreak? !
The purpose of increasing the cost of entering the city is to keep most of the victims out.

If all the victims could enter at will, the city would be in chaos.

"Without enough food, it's all talk."

The disaster victims can only survive for two more days, waiting for the relief food to arrive
Shen Xingluo's eyes flickered slightly, and he shook his head invisibly.

He put twenty freshly baked meat skewers on the plate, "Father-in-law doesn't have to worry, this is something the imperial envoy should consider."

As for the little people like them, it is enough to manage their own one-third of an acre of land.

Shenjia Village now has no worries about food and drink, and there are more than 200 people working for him. They are as happy as gods.

Never been this happy before the snow disaster.

"that's right!"

I'm just a dart runner, as long as my daughter and son-in-law eat and drink well, why bother so much!
Cheng Daqian suddenly became enlightened when he heard the words, and his frowning eyebrows finally loosened.

At this time, he felt his stomach was empty and his intestines were rumbling, and the smell of the skewered meat was piercing his nose desperately.

"Ouch, what delicious food is this girl doing again? It's so delicious!"

Cheng Xi twitched the corner of his mouth, dare you always just found out?

"It was baked by your son-in-law, would you like to try it?"

She passed over the plate where the meat skewers were stored, and sprinkled a handful of chili powder on it along the way.

Father Cheng is a bold man who loves spicy food. He eats meat and drinks heavily, which is his nature. As for pancakes and shallots, he doesn't need anything at all.

Let's keep this stuff for myself and Xiaoqi.

"Dinner!"

Made the skewers tonight.

With a shout from the elders, Shen Xingqi became the happiest one in the whole family, and specially filled a bowl of wine for Cheng Da.

"Uncle Cheng, you drink!"

"Xiaoqi is still sensible. When I drank with your father back then, I only let me drink from a cup. It's not tasty enough!"

The charcoal in the iron tank was filled with charcoal, and it was burning red and red, and the heat emitted by it could be felt from a long distance. A layer of meat skewers was spread on the iron tank, with fat and lean meat alternated, and occasionally there was a piece Vegetable cameos.

Shen Xingluo and Cheng Xi sat on the east and west sides of the iron trough and worked together. The husband and wife cooperated tacitly and baked two plates in a short time.

Cheng Dagan ate with peace of mind, and from time to time he grabbed a handful of shallots and put them in his mouth for seasoning, and the cold dishes on the table also decreased at an incredible speed.

Shen Xingqi felt a little guilty at first, what was going on with her as a junior eating here?

But when she saw her brother and sister-in-law cooperating seamlessly without any communication at all, it was strange to look at each other, and suddenly felt that the meat skewers she had just eaten were swelling.

Forget it, she'd better eat skewers.

"Sister-in-law, how about some roasted vegetables?"

I haven't eaten that thing yet, so I don't know what it tastes like.

"Row."

Cheng Xi grabbed a handful of skewered vegetables and put them on the iron trough, and after a while, there was a burst of fragrance.

Cheng Dagan, who was making skewers, was stunned, "What is so fragrant?"

It doesn't smell like meat!

So Shen Xingqi watched helplessly as her brother took the vegetable skewers from his sister-in-law and put them on Cheng Daqian's empty plate.

she:"."

There is no place for her in this family, right?
***
In Shen's ancestral hall, two gray-haired old men with completely different temperaments were chatting around the brazier.

You speak to me, and from time to time, you raise the teacup in your hand to take a sip, and the scene is extremely harmonious.

Mr. Jiang lived in the village for three days in a row. Every day he either strolled around the village or chatted with the sixth uncle. He had no pretensions of an imperial envoy at all.

But the housekeeper behind the old man became more and more anxious every day.

"Sir, should we go into the city?"

You still have the emperor's life.

If this delay continues every day, both the capital and the victims will have to wait anxiously!
"What are you panicking about?"

Elder Jiang didn't take it seriously, and walked slowly with his hands behind his back, "Didn't Zhou Lesong give porridge at the gate of the city from today?"

"But that wasn't your order?"

The magistrate of Lin'an prefecture gave out porridge, and many people in and out of the city called him a good official, almost forgetting to lock them up outside the city, but our situation is getting worse and worse.

"It doesn't matter who gave the order, as long as the victims can have a hot bite."

Mr. Jiang was very thoughtful, and at this moment, he was looking at a group of young skiers who were rushing down the mountain with a look of relief.

This thing is really useful. If the people in the north know how to ski, wouldn't they be able to go out at will in winter?

Even in the event of a snow disaster, you can travel thousands of miles a day!

If it is used in a messenger post or in a war
Jiang Ming had no idea that his master was secretly prodding for the welfare of the people of Dayan, and the corners of his mouth were bubbling anxiously, "According to the journey we set out from the capital, we should arrive in Fucheng three days ago."

The guards who were beaten to the skin by the victims a few days ago have recovered from their injuries, so why is there any need to stay?

Since the team set off from the capital, his master became more and more anxious day by day, wishing to spread his wings and fly to Lin'an Fucheng, why was he not in a hurry when it was almost here?

The housekeeper didn't understand.

"That's what you said, so don't worry about it."

Elder Jiang withdrew his gaze, and turned his head to return to the ancestral hall as if he had made up his mind, "The day before yesterday, I sent a letter from the third head of Qingshan Village to inform Zhou Zhifu of the news that we were buried."

The old man's speech is not surprising:

"In Zhou Lesong's eyes, we are already dead."

Jiang Ming: "?!"

"dead?"

Cheng Xi opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Master Jiang wants to use his tricks?"

"Yes."

Shen Xingluo said, "So these 200 bandits cannot be escorted to Fucheng for the time being, and we have to keep them for a while."

The scars on the man's face became lighter and lighter, and seventy to eighty percent of his former Qingjun appearance had recovered.

Perhaps it was due to the redoubled training in recent months, the bookishness on his body was replaced by a murderous spirit, and the whole person was exposed.

With such an aura, everyone will firmly believe that it is a family background, right?
Cheng Xi withdrew his gaze, "I said that Uncle Zheng has been so happy these two days, it's because someone ordered him around."

Every time they go out and meet the patrols, they are obviously more enthusiastic.

Shen Xingluo paused slightly when he heard the words, his gaze was slightly strange.

In fact, the bandits headed by Dadangjia were about to be tortured madly.

Originally, they were bandits who hadn't opened for three years and opened for three years. They lived happily in Qingshanzhai like gods, that is, they occasionally went down the mountain and waved swords to frighten the caravans into fights. Most of the time, they still had the advantage of numbers. win.

But now they are not only required to do the dirty work every day, but also to get up early!

This is simply killing me.

After finally hearing the news of the opening of Fucheng from the villagers, I originally thought that I could backhand the yamen servants who escorted them on the way back to Fucheng to "break out of jail", but I never expected that the villagers would not even give this opportunity!
(End of this chapter)