Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

After dinner, change clothes by yourself.

In her previous life, she was short and stubby, and her drool flowed when she looked at the curved-hem dresses. In this life, she mostly wore curved-hem dresses with two or three wraps and a fishtail style, which was very friendly to tall and thin figures.

Jingcheng Hot, cross collar slightly pulled down, tie, right lapel, tie, slightly wide waist tie with auspicious cloud pattern on a green background of the same color, high ponytail with red hip-length ribbon tied.

Wangshu applied some fine rice powder on herself. Although lead powder was good, her life was more important. She always used rice powder to whiten her skin and occasionally showed off. She moistened her lips and licked the red paper slightly. The snail ink was emerald green, lightly drawn, and matched with long dangling sapphire earrings.

Xiao Cui followed and observed for a while, frequently peeking curiously at the lady who was walking leisurely beside her, "How beautiful!"

Wangshu couldn't help but laugh when he heard someone say that, then lowered his head in frustration, pretending to be an ostrich. He smiled. He wasn't beautiful. Tall, thin, with a small face, he was the type of person who couldn't hide his blessings in this era where fat was considered beautiful.

But in these troubled times, there are few "lucky people" like Xie the governor.

The top priority for the people of Jingzhou is spring planting. Now that the work in the fields has been completed and farming has come to an end, there are more agricultural product stalls on both sides of the street selling cloth, straw sandals, and game. There are many people watching and asking prices, but only a few people are carrying things home.

When I got off the carriage, I saw a dense crowd of people in front of my inn. They just looked and asked but didn't buy anything. The sloping wooden board in front of the door was filled with meat and pancakes.

Ji Shou followed her in and asked, "Miss, have you eaten?" Seeing that her face was pale and her mouth, which had been crooked because of anger, had returned to its normal state, he stepped forward respectfully and asked.

Wangshu's dimples were faintly visible as he handed him three copper coins. "Boss Ji, please give me some porridge and good meat."

Walk to the center of the lobby and sit down at the table.

The most important day was the opening of the business. Ji Shou, who had switched from exporting to domestic sales, was overjoyed and solemnly served stir-fried pork with pickled vegetables, fried orange glutinous rice dumplings, and soft rice porridge.

Ji Shou, who had personally scooped porridge for her, secretly complained, "Those people may be watching, but they have bad intentions and are gossiping that our meat will rot if it can't be sold. They have bad intentions."

"They are all farmers, and they only have a few full meals. They plant in spring, grow in summer, harvest in autumn, and store in winter. I hope the weather is good and the harvest is good, so they can buy meat with peace of mind when they have a surplus. Ji Shou, in business, harmony brings wealth, and there are friends everywhere."

The rice dumplings wrapped with meat and mushrooms were peeled off the rice dumplings leaves, sliced, and fried in a frying pan until both sides were golden brown. The outside was crispy and fragrant, and the inside was glutinous. Wangshu ate half a plate of it.

Ji Shou thought about it and nodded, then heard someone say, "The prices are clearly marked, no cheating, no credit."

"Uncle Tang, let Qin Xiuyuan come here for dinner tonight." The cook at home was so bad that people couldn't sleep at night due to hunger.

She went up from the first floor to the third floor, looking around every corner, and then went back from the third floor to the first floor with a pen and paper to write. She wrote in the front hall and back kitchen, with the servants and maids she brought with her, as well as the original team of the old shopkeeper. Although business was not good, she cleaned up the inn inside and out. Her fingers ran across the original wooden railings, which were smooth and free of splinters. She also wiped the easily overlooked dusty corners such as door cracks and window bottoms until they were shiny.

The old shopkeeper's surname was Liu. His old inn was demolished and a new one was built on the site of the new one. He was reluctant to leave so he stayed and brought his relatives and neighbors to look after the inn. The abacus beads clattered back into place under his fingers. When he stopped, the beads still trembled, and his palm with calluses on his fingertips gently pressed them down.

It was exactly the number in the photo album, including all the expenses for building the inn, from purchasing land, demolishing houses, leveling the ground, laying the foundation, buying wood, to the two months of dismal operation after completion. Wangshu took it and randomly asked a few onlookers at the door about the approximate prices of the wood and carpenters in Jingcheng. Most of them were not bad.

"Don't worry, Madam. The General built this himself. Who dares to play tricks? Manager Liu is the master of Jingcheng. He is very meticulous and will settle accounts to the last penny."

Wangshu was flipping through the account book. There were many items but they were not messy, with neat and small handwriting. If you look at it from the perspective of judging the person by the handwriting, you will find that this unprepossessing middle-aged man in front of her is a man of meticulous mind and calmness.

Ji Shou served water and cakes, pouring water and passing cakes to each one, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha, "Brothers, have some water and some cakes. Of course my young lady trusts Manager Liu. We are new to business and we are still a little unsure of where to go."

When the eldest brother called, there was food and drink. Several people were chatting next to him. Wangshu was counting the accounts with a goose feather pen while learning about the old manager's original team and how his two generations had run the inn. He learned that there was a skilled cook among his team who had been ill for a year and a half.

"...She has good skills, especially in cooking small fish. No one in Jingcheng can compare to her!" Shopkeeper Liu watched as she pressed the accounts one by one with her left hand, and wrote some incomprehensible but seemingly regular formulas from top to bottom with a bamboo quill pen in her right hand. There were many capable people in the world who could do two things at the same time while calculating accounts. He really admired them.

"What disease?"

Shopkeeper Liu pressed the abacus with a little force, and three deep frown marks appeared on his forehead. "Her legs are broken and can't be cured..."

A broken leg? A year and a half of incurable disease? Having just finished a page, Wangshu paused and looked at the person. "Military doctors are good at treating broken bones and limbs. What kind of difficult and complicated disease is she treating?"

Qin Xiuyuan's camp had at least three military doctors who were skilled in bone and limb amputation. At the time, their method of amputating legs and hands, like chopping vegetables, was widely shunned by the Northwest Army...

"If you need to cut off someone, you must cut off their body. In war, everyone will be injured. Doctors are not omnipotent. What matters is saving your life. You too, whether you are leaning on a cane or with one arm, you must come back to me!" Wangshu yelled at him like this. Later, Qin Xiuyuan invited these three people to follow the army south.

Shopkeeper Liu, known as "Wang", frowned deeply, not afraid of offending anyone, and started to talk about the gossip in the cook's family. "The couple is not getting along. Her husband has a violent temper. He tortures her every day!"

How to torture her? "Beat her?"

"More than that, the injured leg has healed. So many customers are waiting for her to cook fish. I was hoping to wait for her to come back."

After looking for him a few times, I realized there was no hope.

It was sunset again. Seeing his general enter, Tang Bo reported the situation. The martial arts school had recently recruited quite a few new members, and his most capable disciples were already overwhelmed. The newly opened inn also meant they couldn't spare anyone. He planned to take an old friend with him to run errands once the general returned to take over the guard duties.

"Kick the cripple's broken leg hard?" Qin Xiuyuan lifted his sleeves and lowered his head to press the corners of his mouth, looking at the little head busy writing not far away. He created a new phrase?

This was the third time he had heard this repeated. Tang Bo nodded with gritted teeth, "Madam suspects that the cook's husband has injured his leg by kicking her all the time. Shopkeeper Liu said that the man has old-fashioned ideas and would rather starve than allow his woman to work and earn money."

"If there's any evidence of injury, arrest them and send them to jail. Take the military doctor with you. Do it in front of the people."

Tang Bo nodded. His wife meant the same thing. More witnesses would help to avoid trouble later. It was better to have the people defend you than to brag about it yourself.