The county magistrate's daughter only wants to farm

Tingxue was safe and sound, and the women in the art gallery came forward to comfort her, but at the same time they also began to worry about the safety of their art gallery.

Tingxue also realized that as the art gallery's business became more and more popular, their safety was also under threat, and as a weak woman, she did not have the confidence to protect the safety of the girls in the gallery.

"If you meet the right man, just get married..." Tingxue said helplessly.

"Sister, please stop saying that. We sisters have been in the art gallery for so many years. We have seen all kinds of men, and few of them are good!"

"Yeah, instead of thinking about getting married, why not think about how to keep the okiya alive!"

"If there is really no other way, why not ask the county lady for help to point out a clear way?"

Tingxue heard this and hurriedly stopped them, "We can't look for the county lady! She has helped us enough. If we disturb her again, we will be asking for more."

"what should I do then?"

"I don't know either." Tingxue frowned, hating her own incompetence. "But as long as Lord Gu is still the magistrate of Ning County, those people won't dare to act rashly, and we will still be safe."

"But Master Gu will leave eventually..."

Everyone suddenly felt as if they were shrouded in dark clouds, unable to see the road ahead clearly.

Just when everyone was frowning, Nightingale suddenly had an idea and comforted them, "Perhaps we don't need to worry so much. As the saying goes, if you plan ahead, you will find that everything will be fine. If the county lady leaves Ning County one day, can't we leave with her?"

"That being said, the county lady is not obligated to take care of us all the time..."

"That's right. We can't just cling to the county lady like a scabby dog. Besides, we have no relationship with the county lady. She could have chosen not to help us..."

"Eh? You are right about one thing. We have no relationship at all. But what if we do have one?" Nightingale looked at the girl who spoke.

"What do you mean?"

Nightingale's beautiful eyes sparkled, "What I mean is, can't we just associate ourselves with the county lady?"

"You want to sell yourself to the county lady?" Tingxue seemed to understand what she meant.

Nightingale raised her chin slightly and said proudly, "That's right! Rather than being schemed by those stinky men, it's better to pursue the county lady for the rest of my life!"

Everyone listened and agreed...

Gu Yin had no idea that she was being targeted by a group of women. She was busy working in a store at the bridgehead.

This story began two days ago. After Gu Yin sent out the letter about woodblock printing, he waited for a reply from the capital before making his next plan.

During this period, I could just stay at home and take a few days off, but unexpectedly, Song Ruorou came to my door in a hurry and said that she wanted to open a shop with Gu Yin to sell snail noodles!

"You've eaten so much at the villa, aren't you full?" Gu Yin tried to dispel her thoughts.

Song Ruorou said confidently, "I don't want to eat it now, but who knows when I might want to eat it?"

"I'll make it when you want to eat it."

"No, you're not free every day."

What he said made sense, and Gu Yin couldn't refute it, but, "Then you can't just open a store and sell snail noodles, right? After all, snails are not available all year round."

So, miss, please stop making trouble.

However, Song Ruorou looked happy, "Then sell something else when there are no snails! If you can think of this, there must be another way!"

Seeing that Gu Yin didn't say anything, Song Ruorou knew that she had guessed right, so she began to persuade Gu Yin in all ways.

"Ayin, just agree to it... Just think about it, if you put in a little more effort in the early stage, you will have a steady stream of money coming into your account later, isn't that wonderful?"

"Ningxin, do you think so too?" Song Ruorou wanted to open a shop, so she naturally didn't leave Ye Ningxin behind, so she came along.

Ye Ningxin pursed her lips and nodded, "Ayin, you have so many things to do, so you will definitely need a lot of money. If you can get one more income, I think it will be a good thing for you..."

"How is it? How is it?" Song Ruorou was asking for Gu Yin's opinion, but she looked very proud.

Gu Yin finally couldn't resist the temptation of money and nodded in agreement.

So, Gu Yin didn't even have a day to rest before Song Ruorou dragged her around Ning County to look at shops and choose a location.

They finally chose this shop in Qiaotou.

The people were also selected by Song Ruorou, Uncle Qi and Aunt Qi, a couple. They were servants brought by Song Ruorou from the capital. They were safe and reliable.

Gu Yin taught Uncle Qi and Aunt Qi the method of making snail noodles step by step. Fortunately, both of them had cooking skills and learned quickly, saving Gu Yin a lot of energy.

While trying the freshly baked snail noodles, Song Ruorou said, "Ayin, this tastes good, it should be ready for you to make!"

Gu Yin wanted to lie on the table and not get up, "Finally it's done..."

Uncle Qi at the side was full of apologies, "It's all my fault that I'm stupid and slow to learn. Thank you for your hard work, Miss Gu..."

Gu Yin waved her hand, "Uncle Qi, if you say that again I'll leave."

"No, no." Uncle Qi immediately smiled foolishly.

Song Ruorou drank the last mouthful of soup and looked at Gu Yin with sparkling eyes, "Ayin, now you can tell me what else you plan to sell, right?"

"Look, that's it!" Gu Yin pointed to the other end of the kitchen, where Aunt Qi was stirring rice milk.

"what is that?"

"Rice milk!"

“How much is rice milk?”

"We don't sell rice milk. We steam the rice milk and cut it into fine powder. We sell Laoyou noodles!" said Gu Yin.

"Laoyoufen?" Song Ruorou asked in confusion, "Why is it called Laoyoufen? Why is this name so strange?"

Gu Yin pulled the corner of her mouth awkwardly, "The name is not important, what's important is that Laoyoufen is not restricted by seasons, and only needs two key ingredients!"

Song Ruorou's attention was diverted. "What ingredients?"

“Sour bamboo shoots and fermented black beans.”

In addition, there is lean meat and flour.

Ingredients such as sour bamboo shoots and fermented black beans are not difficult to obtain, but the wet noodles for making Laoyoufen are rare.

This is Dajichao. There are no extremely convenient drawer-type steamers like those of modern times, only big pots and bamboo steamers.

Fortunately, Aunt Qi is good at making pastries. After knowing Gu Yin’s needs, she made smooth, thin and soft wet powder after just a few tries!

With the wet powder, Gu Yin made it several times according to her memory and adjusted it according to the suggestions of Uncle Qi and Aunt Qi.

After three days, they finally made the delicious Laoyou rice noodles.

"Wow! This is so delicious!" Song Ruorou couldn't stop eating.

Ye Ningxin was no less hungry, her mouth was so full of food that it looked like a little hamster.

"Eat less at a time." Gu Yin said with a smile.

Song Ruorou said vaguely, "You don't understand..."

"But it doesn't matter, Ayin, just wait and count the money!"

After hearing this, Gu Yin's fatigue of the past few days was swept away, and he joked, "You said this, I won't care if I lose money."

"Leave it to me!" Song Ruorou was confident.

After Gu Yin finished her own work, she didn't want to care about the rest anymore. "I'll leave the rest to you. I'm going home to rest..."

However, as soon as Gu Yin stepped into the house, the housekeeper came forward and said, "Miss, someone is looking for you."