Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

The biggest disadvantage of doing business is instability.

Some people came from ordinary families before starting their own businesses, but after starting their own businesses, they wanted to change their careers and become thieves.

That’s why so many people are scrambling to get a civil service exam. Isn’t it just for a stable job and high-paying five social insurances and two housing funds, as well as welfare benefits?

However, if you want to get rich, you have to be bold, daring and hardworking. At worst, you can start over again.

"Zhenying, you've done a great job. I guarantee it will sell well. We're all here today, so there's no way anything will go wrong. Just be brave and do it. Don't be afraid. At worst, you can use your dowry to pay off my mother."

Jiang's mother glared at her daughter. Although what she said was the truth, but... could it be so comforting?

"kindness!"

Xia Zhenying nodded seriously, her hands on her work surface, her body leaning forward slightly, her cheeks still a little red, beads of sweat on her forehead, but she opened her mouth and began to shout, "Come on, take a look, take a look, freshly made mutton ramen, the broth is delicious, the noodles are chewy, the only one of its kind in Chang'an! Don't miss it if you pass by!"

This was the slogan they had agreed upon. They originally wanted to say it was the only one of its kind in the world, but when they thought about it, they felt that it was a bit too outrageous.

Looking through various unofficial histories, it is not difficult to piece together that the people of Chang'an were extremely adventurous when it came to food.

Xia Zhenying's mutton ramen stall business was getting on track day by day. Jiang Shangxian went to help for seven days and then stopped going.

Jiang's mother didn't go because she needed to catch up on her sleep during the day.

At the beginning, Mrs. Xia was afraid of not making any money, so she would go to the stall with the others as soon as she opened her eyes every day. Later, the business was getting better and better. If she didn't go to the stall, it would be easy for things to go wrong and she would collect the wrong money, so she became more diligent.

People need something to do to feel alive.

On the contrary, Jiang Wangri was very loyal. He made an agreement with Xia Zhenying that he would help run the mutton ramen stall every morning, and around noon, Xia Zhenying would accompany him to the West Market to sell braised mutton.

To some extent, the two of them can be said to have a pleasant cooperation.

The day before Wu Sanniang and the others were exiled, when Cui Bianxu came to Lexianlou to spend money, he asked Jiang Shangxian if he wanted to go and take a look.

Jiang Shangxian was completely confused, then he continued, "If you want to give her a good beating to vent your anger, I can help you cover up a little."

"Thank you, Shaoqing. That's not necessary."

Jiang Shangxian rejected his "good intentions". She felt that if she said a few sarcastic words or cursed her fiercely, even dragging out the curse on her ancestors for eighteen generations, it would be no better than a mosquito biting her nose and causing her to suffer a big red bump.

Wu Sanniang's mindset is already psychotic. How could she think she was wrong? I'm afraid even if she dies one day, she will blame others before she dies.

Cui Bianxu was a bit disappointed: "Beat her up, and if you don't have the strength, whip her."

He promised Wu Sanniang to protect her safety on the road, and before leaving, he let Jiang Shangxian beat her up in Chang'an City, so it would not be considered a breach of promise.

Cui Bianxu considers himself a person with a strong sense of contract and who keeps his word.

"Shaoqing..."

Jiang Shangxian was speechless. In her eyes, Wu Sanniang was already a dying person. There was no need to waste time on someone who was about to run three thousand miles and enter the countdown to death.

What does 30 miles mean? Even driving on the highway would take hours!

She felt like she was going to die even after running 3000 meters!

Cui Bianxu felt a little regretful about this. It was such a good opportunity to practice. Fighting required real practice.

At this time, both of them thought that after Wu Sanniang left, they would probably have to wait until the end of the year before hearing from her.

Unexpectedly, I got the news in just half a month.

Wu Sanniang's face was ruined.

Not only that, Yan Yin had one leg chopped off, and Qu Chen had his head chopped off by a random knife.

"Jiulang, I have failed to perform my duties properly. Please punish me."

The person who brought this news was one of the two people Cui Bianxu sent to protect Wu Sanniang as agreed.

"Are you two injured?" Although there were no obvious signs of injury except for being dusty, he still cared about his guards first.

"No, thank you Jiulang." He already felt guilty for not doing his job well, and he felt even more ashamed that Jiulang still cared about them.

Cui Bianxu waved his hand: "Go down and rest for two days before following."

"Yes."

His guards came back on horseback much faster than the escorting yamen runners from the Dali Temple who had to deal with the matter and then borrow horses from the post station to rush back.

The bailiff did not return until the next day, bringing more news and the murderer. He had been tied to the back of a horse and ran all the way back. The soles of his shoes had long been worn through, his feet were bloody, and he walked with a staggering movement. His face was covered with scars, his clothes were tattered, and his whole body was covered in dust.

"Shaoqing Cui, it was this thief who followed us secretly and suddenly attacked us in the middle of the night. It's really hateful!" The yamen runners were also very angry. What was going on? They were on long business trips and doing this hard work. One reason was that this job paid a lot of money, and the other reason was that the relatives and friends of the criminals would often find ways to secretly give them some food and daily necessities, and they could also make some money from it.

The result was good this time. Although I got some benefits, I was unlucky enough to run into someone who was trying to kill me.

If it weren't for two passing "chivalrous men" who came to their aid, these people who were on a business trip would have been caught off guard and might have been injured!

Cui Bianxu stood up, put his hands behind his back, and circled around the man who was lying on the ground, covered with wounds, and whose face could not be seen without his original appearance. If he had not been breathing, he would have thought that these people were so capable that they had beaten the bad guy to death.

"How can I try him after you've tormented him like this?" Cui Bianxu raised an eyebrow at the yamen runner in anger, "You know how to borrow a horse, but don't you know how to borrow a carriage?"

The bailiff looked up in bewilderment, as if he had heard something outrageous, and stammered, "Shaoqing, we, our Dali Temple does not have the rule of lending carriages to prisoners."

No, he was a little confused. This person dared to come and kill the team that was sentenced to exile by the organization. It was all death, sooner or later, so what was wrong with running away?

Cui Bianxu put one hand on his waist and pointed at him with his right hand: "The carriage cannot be borrowed. How about borrowing a plank to tie his head with? You need to be flexible when doing things, don't you know?"

How stupid, so stupid!

"It's like this, we have to treat his injuries first, otherwise what can we get out of him?" He is so stupid that even looking at his expression makes me annoyed. We can just kill him directly, bring the body back without any interrogation, and close the case directly.

He waved his hand and sent them away: "Go, call the doctor over to see him."

"Yes." The yamen runner was a little indignant, but he still retreated honestly and ran to call for help.