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

Her face was pale. Something was wrong! People say that killing one thousand enemies will injure eight hundred of your own. She hadn't hurt any of the enemies, and she was almost going crazy.

"It hurts so much!" Wangshu gritted her teeth, trying hard not to cry, bent over, shaking her hands and clenching her fists, and couldn't help but swear: "Oh my god, it hurts so much!" She wanted to roar to the sky!

...In a rage, Qin Xiuyuan quickly bent down to help the man wipe his sweat and temporarily avoid the attack.

For the next ten days or so, Qin Xiuyuan didn't receive any news about her continuing horse training. He heard that Ji's father had originally intended to host a banquet for his colleagues to congratulate him on his promotion, but it was shelved.

Study. A man buried in his book heard a knock on the door and answered, "Come in!"

Tang Bo passed on the message, "Someone from General Qin's mansion said she wants to see you."

She was referring to General Qin's fourth concubine, his biological mother. She had refused to see him so many times over the past year, but this time she took the initiative to ask to see him. Qin Xiuyuan lay back without saying a word.

Tang Bo waited quietly. These days, the young master would wash his face and change his clothes after work, then sit in the study and read quietly. He was obviously waiting for that person. Since his last trip to the temple, more than half a month had passed without a single message.

Pretending to mention it casually, "I met Xia Xiaoxiao at the butcher shop today. She told me that relatives have been coming to visit one after another recently. Miss Wangshu has not left her room and refused to see anyone. There is some dispute between the relatives and Ji's parents."

Coming to the patient's house and putting on airs and demanding they come out and see people? "That's asking for trouble."

"It was also said that the garrison commander's wife was interested in placing an order for three double-sided embroidered screens with the Ji family. This attracted many embroiderers from the south to come and offer their services. They asked for low prices, fast delivery, and guaranteed to use the latest embroidery techniques from the south."

There is an endless stream of people coming to Yaocheng. The prices of inns, houses, meat, vegetables, and grain are getting higher and higher, while the wages for hiring people to do work are getting lower and lower.

"The general has already decided to close the gates of Yaocheng and send notices to nearby counties and prefectures to accept vagrants and disaster victims."

The price of houses in Second Lane has doubled, and those with vacant properties have quickly become rich by renting or selling them. However, the number of migrant workers in the city has gradually increased, and if nothing is done about it, public security will be a concern in the long run.

I also have to remind the women of the Ji family to be more careful when going out. No matter how strict the military law is, it can't stop hungry people from taking risks.

"She also said that Miss Wangshu originally wanted to rent a storefront on Jiangjun Street to run a braised meat stall, but after seeing the rent rising day by day, she gave up the idea."

Qin Xiuyuan was a little curious, "Can you make a lot of money from braised meat?" Is she also interested in opening a shop or taking his share of the money?

The store deliveries are charged by the dollar, and she sells minced meat on the street. She also makes meatballs and braised chicken eggs. Miss Wangshu keeps a record of her daily income and expenses, and gets a share of the profits every ten days.

“…Madame Li joined in making the meatballs, and Xia Mimi collected and sold them. In addition to the capital, she was paid wages from time to time.” She earns more than him, young master!

She couldn't even write a single big character, yet she could still keep accounts and distribute dividends every day? Qin Xiuyuan was a little surprised. Accounting paper as big as a table? She could actually do accounting. She really couldn't be underestimated.

Uncle Ji, a scholar by birth, joined the army. He offered to hold her on his lap and teach her how to recognize Chinese characters, but she simply scribbled. Uncle Ji then gave up on tracing and instead used a book to teach her how to recognize characters and explain the principles in the book. This time, she stopped making a fuss and only read, not writing or drawing. But she managed to recognize the characters, holding the book tightly in her arms and refusing to let go. She could even talk about things when she encountered them, which finally comforted her old father. "I was born with talents that will be useful. The ancients were not wrong."

When Uncle Ji told him this, he was very interested. He was a typical person who could read but couldn't write. How would he calculate his wages?

"Bring Wangcai with you, Uncle Tang, and we'll go visit him."

Then he stood up and walked out.

Hey, young master, are you going to meet the lady yet?

When the two and the dog arrived, the Ji family was having dinner. Tang Bo was embarrassed and hurriedly said that he had already eaten. They arrived in a hurry, and Li Xixi hadn't set the table yet...

Ji's mother came out to greet them, "I'm too busy, so dinner is a little late."

Wangshu, lying in his rocking chair, turned to watch the man and the dog enter. Wangcai, his stomach empty, drooled as he walked. Speechless! He was lying and bringing someone with him to hold him back! He weakly ordered her to bring more bowls and chopsticks.

Noticing that Wangcai had been exposed, Qin Xiuyuan fell into awkward silence. He glanced at the man, who looked pale and thin. He was wearing a men's round-necked robe with a belt. He was lying casually, with a frail waist, as slender as a willow supported by the wind.

Father Ji pulled everyone to sit down and said, "Let's go together. Shushu doesn't have a good appetite, so I prepared two more dishes."

Dumpling soup, steamed buns, fried eggs, stir-fried bok choy, steamed dumplings, and then a whole braised duck head? A whole deep-fried chicken foot? Long braised duck necks? His eyes widened.

"Haha, Xiuyuan, this is a new idea that Shushu came up with. It's a good idea that you're here, so give her some advice."

Then he looked at his daughter. She had been so plump and full of life since she was little. But after being sick for half a month, she had returned to her original state. He personally moved a low stool and pulled his daughter up from the recliner to sit down. "Honey, get up and sit at the table. If you don't eat, then mother won't be able to eat either, and father won't be able to eat either. Xiuyuan certainly won't be able to eat either..."

Qin Xiuyuan was confused: ...He's hungry, he can eat...

I continued to remain speechless, looking at the only steamed egg with fresh milk that my mother brought in. I picked up the spoon to take a bite, looked left and right for a long time, and my mouth was bland. No matter what I ate, it had no taste.

Seeing the man's expression of consuming food like he was taking medicine, Father Ji quickly put one of the hot-selling Wangpai Xiaolongbao into the bowl and said, "Eat one obediently! If you don't eat like this..."

"Daddy doesn't want to eat anymore. Daddy eats little, and Mommy can't eat much either. Mommy didn't take many bites, and Qin Xiuyuan didn't dare to eat a single bite..."

Wangshu repeated Ji's father's advice to eat in one breath. After finishing, he was still a little out of breath and said in disdain: "Dad, you are so long-winded!"

Qin Xiuyuan, who had just eaten three steamed dumplings in a row, said: ...For some reason, he was very hungry when he came here...

Rongsheng's father, Ji's father, picked up a fried and steamed chicken foot and placed it silently in a small bowl. He turned around and advised: "Xiuyuan, try this."

He was asked about his recent situation in his new position, and Qin Xiuyuan answered them one by one, glossing over the many difficulties and obstacles. Occasionally, he noticed that Ji's mother's eyes were fixed on the xiaolongbao across from him, and she used clean chopsticks to pick up a bun for someone and a chicken foot for Wangshu.

This was the first time in all the time the two families had been interacting that he had taken the initiative to pick up food at the table. Ji's father looked at him with an even more compassionate gaze. "Your excellence is obvious to all. There are always people who are jealous and gossip about you. Don't mind them. Alas, my uncle is of low status, and I feel ashamed to be here as a mentor to the elders!"

"Uncle, don't be so modest. There's a saying among the people that a son-in-law is half a son, and the relationship between you and aunt is far more than just a half-son relationship."

The two exchanged a few humble words, one ashamed and afraid, the other respectful and grateful.

Wangshu stood up and handed his father a long duck neck. "Eat it. Dad, if you're a know-it-all, you need to be beaten with a stick and sent to a cool place. You have a daughter here, so you won't get this disease."

If Dad was keen on showing off, she would jump up and chop him to pieces if she gave her a second.

The three people listened in astonishment, then listened carefully, and then suddenly understood something, and finally burst into laughter. Even Qin Xiuyuan couldn't help but sigh: Where do so many novel ideas that sound ridiculous but actually have some unexpected benefits come from!

Oh, the last sentence, listen to this, this disease needs to be beaten with a stick, let him stay where it is cool. With my daughter, this disease can't be contracted.

You have a daughter, you can’t get this disease!

Because she, as a daughter, could hit the loaders with a stick at any time, including her own father, without mercy. Think about how many times she has not exposed Ji's father's true colors by beating him up with some polite words, hahaha!

Everyone laughed so hard that they stopped eating. Father Ji laughed the most cheerfully. He grabbed the duck's neck and pointed at his daughter, who was confidently gnawing on the chicken feet. Tears were almost coming out of his eyes. "Great, teasing Daddy makes you the most cheerful!"

His tone was full of favoritism and doting. He held up the long duck neck and passed the plate of chicken feet to her. "Since you are eating so happily, Daddy will have one too later."

"Daddy, we're going to call this Tiger Skin Chicken Claw," Huang Huang chewed on the skinless chicken claw in his hand, then pointed at the duck neck, "This one, delicious duck neck, and this secret duck head!"

She tried all three yesterday, and today she tried adding some brown sugar and peppercorns. The result was fragrant, spicy, numb and a little sweet. She plans to follow this method and introduce it to the store owner as a new product in a few days.

Mother Ji looked at her darling with pride, scooped a spoonful of the neglected steamed egg with milk and fed it to her mouth, "Then mother wishes Shushu's new product a hot sale!"

The spoon of steamed egg was close to her mouth. As soon as she opened her mouth, the milk flavor that she was most tired of would be stuffed in. Wangshu turned her head to avoid it, and the spoon followed. Ji's mother also complained to herself: "Maybe Mom will have no orders soon. Sigh! I will have to rely on Shushu to support me in the future..."

Her delicate features, originally petite and shrouded in a soft, gentle mist, were now tinged with worry and distress, as well as an unknown melancholy. Her hand, however, held the spoon firmly as she pressed forward, sighing unintentionally, "I'm getting old, and I have to admit it! ... My eyes, my hands, my feet, they can't compare to those of young people... Sigh!"

Wangshu, nearly twisted into a dough stick, couldn't escape. All she could hear was her mother's constant sighs, and all she could see was a spoonful of steamed egg, the smooth and creamy steamed egg custard stuck to her lips...

She really vomited!