To support exiled officials, start by worshipping the God of Wealth

Early the next morning.

Jiusu came to Fangxing Building, took a look at the sausages on the beams, and smiled, "They smell so good. Let's dry them and steam them. They will be delicious!"

He looked away and continued to stir-fry the spicy pork intestines.

The wind blew against the window. Behind her, Jiang Jing was carrying firewood and placed a small pile at the door. His eyes fell on her and he spoke after a moment.

"Put the firewood here."

"Okay, thank you." Jiusu said politely, "By the way, can you..."

Before she could finish her words, the man had already walked away. She shook her head. What a strange man, he didn't talk much and didn't seem like a firewood delivery man.

Hiss! Wait!

People like this are definitely not ordinary, so take some time to test them.

Plates of fried pork with peppers were placed on the stove.

After a long time, no one came to bring the food.

Shopkeeper Fang came hurriedly and shouted, "Oh no! Something has happened! I just went out for a walk and found that Zhenxinglou on the street ahead also makes fried pork with chili peppers. The price is cheap and affordable, only 25 cents. Everyone goes there to eat!"

He sighed.

It was a huge loss, but I didn’t expect someone would imitate it the next day.

Jiusu flipped the dishes in the pot and smiled nonchalantly, "Don't worry, shopkeeper. They will be back soon."

"Why?" Shopkeeper Fang asked in confusion, "Why would you come to eat expensive food when you can have cheaper food?"

Jiusu shook his head, determination appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he had thought of something.

"Cheap doesn't necessarily mean delicious. People who come to eat in restaurants don't care about the ten cents. Maybe the food in Zhenxing Restaurant is so smelly that you'll vomit."

Listen to this.

Shopkeeper Fang hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Well, this is the only way."

Seeing that he was uneasy, Jiusu untied her apron and invited him, "I want to go to Zhenxing Building to take a look. Do you want to come with me, boss?"

"Let's go." He stood up, his steps unable to conceal his anxiety.

After Zhenxinglou put up the signboard of 'Stir-fried Pork with Chili', more and more people have made reservations, up to 20 people, and the rest are waiting and watching.

In fact, Manager Qi was unsure.

The word "unpalatable" always comes to mind. I really don't know if this thing fried with chili is edible? Is it because I have eaten too much delicacies from land and sea, so I use this to rinse my mouth?

"Hey, isn't this Shopkeeper Fang?" He walked down the steps, smiling and clasping his fists.

Shopkeeper Fang looked towards the lobby on the first floor. There were many customers coming and going. There were even people standing outside, all waiting for their meals. He bowed and said, "Shopkeeper Qi, long time no see. I hope you are doing well. I heard that you have launched a signboard here, so I came to take a look."

I kept looking around and saw many diners who looked familiar from yesterday.

Young Master Zhao smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm so sorry, Shopkeeper Fang. The pig offal at Zhenxing Building is really too cheap. As long as you lower the price, I will definitely go to support you."

"Someone, come and arrange a seat for Mr. Zhao!" Manager Qi had a smile on his face, and that smug look made people feel uncomfortable.

Shopkeeper Fang snorted coldly.

Jiusu hid in the crowd. She leaned against the eaves and looked quietly at Suming County. The economy was relatively developed, but the prices were extremely expensive.

At a glance, it is surrounded by mountains.

Muttered: "It would be nice to have a map..."

At this time, the spicy fried pork intestines were already on the table. Mr. Zhao was very satisfied with the portion, but... he called the waiter: "The color doesn't seem right?"

The waiter took a look and said impatiently.

"Only twenty-five cents, and it's so delicious? Isn't it enough if it tastes good?" He put the rag on his shoulder, rolled his eyes and left.

There were so many people in the store that he didn't have time to explain.

Mr. Zhao picked up his chopsticks. Yes, it's so cheap, why would it look good? He picked up a piece and chewed it expectantly.

He only took a few bites before a look of pain appeared on his face.

"Hey, what?"

It tastes terrible and seems to have sand in it.

He used chopsticks to turn over the pig offal in the palm of his hand, and unexpectedly saw a yellowish-brown substance. Combined with the stinky smell, he had a bad premonition.

'Click'!

The chopsticks fell to the ground, a complex anger surged in his chest, his face flushed, his breathing became rapid, he came to his senses and shouted.

“There’s pig manure in here!”

The other individual customers hurriedly spat out the pig offal in their mouths. Most of them had it. Their faces turned ashen. They held onto the table and began to bend over and vomit.

"vomit!"

"Hey~"

Shopkeeper Fang was in high spirits and didn't mind the smell of vomit. He walked over to the man who was holding his abdomen in nausea and asked curiously.

"Mr. Zhao, weren't you eating at the upper seat? What happened? Are you feeling unwell? Did you eat... feces?"

"Ugh~" In response to a series of inquiries, Mr. Zhao lost his defense at the last question and vomited again, "Please stop talking, it's so disgusting."

He was so upset that a tear fell from his eyes. He then wiped it with his sleeve, looked at the person next to him, and said, "Manager Fang, I'd better go to your house for dinner. It's true that cheap food doesn't have good quality."

Shopkeeper Qi shrank back and when he turned around, he was surrounded by individual customers.

"Pay compensation! We trusted you so much, and you made us eat... Ugh!" He vomited again, almost spitting out yesterday's meal, "Hurry up and pay compensation!"

Young Master Zhao stepped forward and said, "It's really disgusting. No wonder your Zhenxing Building is about to go bankrupt!"

Go bankrupt? Shopkeeper Qi's face changed. If they really wanted compensation, that would mean going bankrupt. He rejected it outright, "You didn't get sick from eating! Besides, I've asked the cook to wash it several times. I don't believe that Fang Xinglou's house doesn't smell like this!"

The cook was specially hired.

I can cook any cuisine. Even if the king of heaven comes, I can still find dirt in pig offal.

Master Zhao sneered.

"Manager Qi, don't really not believe me. Yesterday morning, I went to Fangxinglou to eat authentic spicy fried pork intestines. The taste was simply amazing. Pay the money quickly, or we will report it to the police!"

It's really a pain to be so frustrated!

Twenty-five cents, and he insisted on paying a hundred cents before he gave up.

There was no more excitement to watch, so Jiusu signaled that it was time to leave. On the way, Shopkeeper Fang was so happy that he clapped his hands and said, "Young lady, you are really amazing. Now I believe what you say."

Jiusu smiled faintly and talked about other things.

"Manager Fang, who is Jiang Jing who delivered the firewood?"

"He's quite pitiful." Shopkeeper Fang sighed and shook his head, "He was exiled from Shengjing. His family used to be high officials, but he was a lowly refugee. Mr. Qian took a fancy to him and hired him as a teacher. He occasionally delivered firewood to supplement the family income. Unfortunately, his father was depressed and overworked, and his mother and younger sister were pretty, so they could only hide in the boudoir and embroider. The burden of the family fell on Jiang Jing."

Hearing this, Jiusu sighed.

No wonder he looked like a down-and-out nobleman. Suddenly, she paused, "Are we in a place of exile here?!"

Shopkeeper Fang nodded, "Yes."

Jiu Su: "..."

Exile means going to a bitter, cold, remote, and poor place to suffer. There are dangers here that she cannot see. It is surrounded by mountains on all sides, so it must be a very remote area.