At the beginning of the famine, I became famous all over the world with my useless system

This situation reminded Xiangzhi of the last time she was driven out of the cloth shop.

The embarrassment and awkwardness are no different from now.

The excitement and joy she had just felt was instantly extinguished by a basin of cold water poured over her head, and the ten copper coins in her palms were so hot that she was trembling all over.

Why.

Why can Lin Qing think of so many ways to make money, but is so selfish as to not want to share them with her?

Why do the owners of the cloth shop and the preserves shop treat Lin Qing as a guest of honor, but show no respect to her at all, and even the servants dare to be rude to her?

Why was it that even a shameless person like Song Dadong could not forget Lin Qing? In terms of beauty and figure, how could she not compare to that bitch?

Xiangzhi was daydreaming when suddenly two young ladies dressed in silk and satin, with jingling jewelry, passed by her with a gust of fragrant wind. Their sweet voices were so charming that it made people's hearts flutter.

The slightly younger one was wearing goose yellow clothes, and his eyes curved when he smiled.

"Sister Sheng, you're right. That housekeeper Liu just left the preserves shop, so there must be sour jujube cakes today!"

The girl surnamed Sheng, dressed in a tender pink, spat upon hearing this, "You devil, I trusted you last time and made this trip for nothing! If you deceive me again this time, I'll punish you by asking Yu Biwen for it!"

"Hey, Miss Sheng, everyone says you're the most tolerant and tolerant person, but who knew you could be so aggressive towards your sisters in private? You know I hate that idiot guy from Yu's Bookstore the most!"

The pink-haired girl smiled sweetly and scoffed, "Oh, who heard that my family was going to marry into the Yu family and happily took me to the cloth shop to pick out fabrics for the whole day?"

The yellow-yellow girl's cheeks turned pink. She punched the man twice in embarrassment and said, "At worst, I can compensate you with ten taels of silver. Why bother mocking me like this?"

Amidst the laughter, Xiangzhi also curled up the corners of her lips.

These noble ladies bet with sour jujube cakes, and each one was worth ten taels of silver. If she could learn how to make sour jujube cakes from Lin Qing, wouldn't it not be long before she could buy a house in the town and move out of Songsi Village forever?

At this moment, she completely forgot how much she hated Lin Qing, and her heart was full of beautiful visions of the future.

After humming a tune and selling handkerchiefs at the tailor shop, she suddenly remembered that when she was learning the craft at Chunxiang Kiln, she had to give gifts to her instructor. She thought to herself, yes, she must know some etiquette!

The tailor shop was full of rags. She had been choosing for a long time but couldn't find anything satisfactory. She thought to herself that it was better to sacrifice one's child than to catch a wolf. She went to the cloth shop to pick out half a piece.

The owner of the cloth shop still looked indifferent. He watched her choose a piece of tile-blue cloth and thought to himself that this would be enough as a gift for her apprenticeship!

When the bill came, the shopkeeper didn't even raise his eyelids. Xiangzhi suddenly said, "I plan to give this cloth to the lady who came to the shop the other day."

The shopkeeper raised his eyelids upon hearing this, as if he saw through the calculation in her eyes, and sneered, "So what?"

Xiangzhi was furious. How could this shopkeeper be so ignorant?

"You don't have to mention that lady. If she comes, I won't charge her a penny. As for you," the shopkeeper said with a cold smile, "I won't charge you a penny."

Xiangzhi angrily slammed the money on the counter and turned away angrily.

When she left the cloth shop, Lin Qing was feasting at a breakfast stall with her two children.

When the mother and her two children came out of the candied fruit shop, they looked at the time and were surprised to find that it was only half past nine.

It was obviously too early to go to the noodle stall to wait for Gu Changqing. Rubbing her hungry stomach and thinking about the more than five taels of silver she had just earned, the newly rich woman waved her hand.

"Come on, follow me to explore the market."

The two children were obviously still in shock from the huge sum of money that fell from the sky. They had no idea what their mother meant by "investigating the market" and followed Lin Qing's steps like puppets.

Compared with Gu Ermiao, Gu Damao was more nervous.

The first time he came to town was to take the entrance examination for Songyang Academy.

At that time, his father was still fighting on the front line, and his mother was a housewife who was not allowed to go out and had no ability to make decisions. When she heard that he was going to take an exam in a town dozens of miles away, she was even more panicked than he was.

Before leaving the house, his mother pulled his clothes and gave him instructions for the umpteenth time.

"Da Mao, these ten cents are all we have at home, and Mom gave them all to you on your long journey. Remember, don't spend them carelessly, don't buy things carelessly... If you don't understand anything, ask your uncle!"

Gu Damao nodded. At that time, he still trusted his uncle very much. After getting off the car, he followed him closely, looking at this strange but prosperous and lively place with anxiety and joy.

He looked eagerly at the bowl of steaming hot tofu pudding that his uncle bought for Changqing, touched his shy pocket, and said against his will when Changqing asked him several times:

"I'm not hungry, Changqing, you guys eat, don't worry about me."

Gu Changqing seemed to see through his embarrassment and wanted to give him half a bowl directly. However, under Gu Dahuai's stern warning eyes, he quickly drank half a bowl of tofu pudding and then pushed it in front of Gu Damao.

"Brother Damao, I really can't eat anymore. Please help me eat this half bowl."

Gu Damao took the still hot bowl and drank half of it with tears in his eyes, without even being able to tell whether it was sweet or salty.

At that time, he was so moved that he didn't know that Gu Dahuai secretly took something out of his backpack.

Gu Changqing's vision was blocked and he didn't notice it.

"Mom, what is this place?"

Only after hearing Gu Ermiao's voice did Gu Damao come back to his senses from the past.

Lin Qing rubbed his hands excitedly. "Last time when we were walking separately, I noticed this breakfast street. I wonder what it tastes like... Let's take a look and see what I want to eat."

Jianbing, egg-filled pancakes, rice rolls, hot and sour soup, here I come!!!

The two brothers couldn't help feeling a little awkward as they looked at the dazzling array of vendors and the bustling crowds of people.

Gu Ermiao said softly: "Brother, I don't know these words."

Gu Damao lowered his voice and introduced them to him one by one, "From here on, there are noodles, fried dough sticks, wontons, tofu pudding, fried cakes..."

Facing Gu Ermiao's expectant eyes, Gu Damao shook his head embarrassedly, indicating that he didn't know what these were.

When they were in Songsi Village, even if it was not a famine, their family rarely ate breakfast, and if they did, it was just steamed cornbread and cold water.

They didn’t expect that there were so many types of breakfast in town that they had never heard of!

The two brothers noticed that their mother seemed to have some subtle disappointment when she turned around. After listening to their conversation, she patiently explained the texture and taste of each thing.

In the end, Gu Damao chose wontons, and Gu Ermiao chose tofu pudding and fried dough sticks.

Lin Qing was very happy that the two of them did not argue with her about the price. While eating the hot wontons, she only felt the discomfort and fatigue of getting up early, and the depression of not noticing that she loved to eat the hand-pulled pancakes was swept away.