After the arranged marriage, she farms and survives under the tutelage of the villainous boss.

“But the officers and soldiers don’t live by the sea, and their jurisdiction isn’t that extensive,” she said thoughtfully, as if discussing the feasibility with Jiang Zhiwan.

Seeing Jiang Zhiwan's face turn red, and Xu Ping'an being spoken to in such a way, Yunniang felt somewhat uncomfortable, even embarrassed.

He held his wife in his arms and put down the hands that had been rubbing her.

He even sat up straight.

Yunniang pulled Zhang Shi aside and said seriously, "Mother, you can't speak so directly in the future. How can you listen to your elder sister who is so proud?"

"I understand. Yunniang, you have foresight."

"..." Watching the two women, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, sing in unison, Jiang Zhiwan was extremely jealous. Last night, her mother-in-law forced her to stand in the proper manners for half the night, and her cheeks still bore the marks of her mother-in-law's slaps.

Burning pain.

How come Jiang Zhiyun can sing in unison with her mother-in-law?

The more this happened, the more insanely jealous I felt.

But you can't exactly talk about your relationship with your mother-in-law in public.

Then he said, "I've hired all the oxcarts for today. As for that old Xu, give the oxcart driver more work. Don't let him have a chance to come and pick up Yunniang."

"Sister, you and your mother-in-law have such a harmonious relationship, you can surely share joys and sorrows, right?"

“Zhang, I initially thought that since you're older, I'd at least offer you a ride out of consideration for being from the same village. But my younger sister is unreasonable, and you can't reason with her either. So don't blame my husband and me for being cold.”

"Think more about what kind of daughter-in-law your family has married!"

Anyway, Jiang Zhiwan thought that as the mother-in-law, Chang Shi would definitely have resentment about this and blame Jiang Zhiyun.

Now that she has given him a good reason, she will definitely watch Jiang Zhiyun be tormented by her mother-in-law.

After saying that, Jiang Zhiwan left smugly.

Zhang said with some confusion, "I wonder if your eldest sister is a little mentally unstable."

“These are the kinds of methods that even the maids and servants back in Bianjing wouldn’t stoop to using.”

It's not because of anything else, it's just that it's too low-end.

When Zhang was a noblewoman in Bianjing, she was always quiet and reserved, not because she was naive or couldn't control others, but simply because she knew more and therefore disdained to get involved.

Now... I just feel that Jiang Zhiwan is a little scheming, but not much.

"Yunniang, we'll just push it there. It's okay if it's a little later."

Jiang Zhiyun nodded. Selling noodles is all about timing. Although a lot of time has passed, it's still enough for her to sell them at noon and in the evening.

Those that are taken out will definitely sell out.

Both the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are people who grit their teeth and get things done. They had already gained some experience yesterday, so they gritted their teeth and, although they were exhausted, they felt like they had no strength left when they got close to the market.

Rather than lose face, the two rested for a while and then continued carrying the load inside.

At the market entrance, the two soldiers came over to help: "Why did you walk here? It's a long way from Yongquan Village to the market."

"How about you buy a horse-drawn carriage? It's fast and convenient, and it will also be easier to do business in the future."

Just from this casual remark, Zhang immediately refused: "Where can we buy something like this in our current situation?"

Jiang Zhiyun replied very politely, "Our family is struggling financially, and we're just trying to make a living. Thank you both for your concern."

Even so, she remained cautious.

They went to buy an oxcart, which was slow, and more importantly, unnecessary. A horse-drawn carriage would have been better, even though it was more expensive.

However, it allows one to travel to distant places, and if one intends to do business there long-term, it could be a good way to achieve long-term success.

However, we don't have enough money right now.

While thinking, he pushed the miscellaneous tools inside.

Perhaps it was too late today, because there wasn't anyone waiting in front of the stall as usual.

Before Zhang could feel too disappointed, she noticed: "Look, Yunniang, someone is already waiting for us at our stall."

"There are quite a few people at the tables that have been set up next to us... No, we haven't set up any tables yet!"

Only when they got closer could they see clearly that the spot where Jiang Zhiyun and the others had set up their stall had been taken over.

Most importantly, as Jiang Zhiyun leaned closer to take a look, a man happened to ask, "Are you the noodle shop that was so popular a few days ago?"

"Yes, it's us. We're all one family."

Jiang Zhiyun found his ambiguous response somewhat amusing.

He crossed his arms and looked at the woman: "Really? How come I didn't know we were related?"

"Hey! You're the one who set up a stall yesterday. Why are you only arriving today?"

Don't you recognize each other?

Some of the noodle eaters were already bewildered. They thought this was a restaurant run by this young lady, but it turned out to be a scam.

Jiang Zhiyun said, "I hope everyone will recognize our store in the future. You can only buy from us when my mother-in-law and I are here. Other people have nothing to do with us. If there are any problems after eating it, it has even less to do with us."

This mushroom soup is not easy to prepare; it's not uncommon for people to die from it if you're not careful.

Every single mushroom was carefully selected and prepared by Jiang Zhiyun. Now that someone was using her name, Jiang Zhiyun found it truly laughable.

The woman immediately got angry: "How interesting! Isn't this stall owned by whoever arrives first? We sold more things than you this morning, and you're already angry, young lady."

“Now they even come to curse my guests.”

"I don't know about others, but I want you to apologize to my guest."

Jiang Zhiyun crossed her arms and looked over indifferently: "There's no need to apologize. That person is already foaming at the mouth."

Just as Jiang Zhiyun pointed, the person who had been eating with relish collapsed onto the table and began to convulse.

A large crowd gathered around, and the woman completely panicked: "How...how could this be!"

"Young lady, do you have a way to save me? Please, save me quickly."

Jiang Zhiyun retorted, "I'm not a doctor, begging me won't help!"

"All I can tell is that he's been poisoned. Take him to get medical treatment right away, or you'll be going to jail. Stop dawdling here. If you'd had the time to argue with me earlier, things wouldn't be like this!"

After saying that, Jiang Zhiyun quickly went to the corner where she was with Zhang.

After what just happened, Zhang asked, "Can we do business here?"

"Good wine needs no bush." ​​Yunniang said, "When I was cooking noodles, my mother took out the braised pork, and then I mixed it with chili peppers, salt, and vegetables."

Salted vegetables have a slightly pungent aroma, and they have a unique flavor when used in cold dishes.

Jiang Zhiyun discovered it by accident in her previous life; people in the southwestern border region also love to eat it.

In addition, Jiang Zhiyun remembered that in her previous life she had dug up a lot of white roots. Those white roots were very long, and the old people in the mountains called them "Zhe'ergen" (折耳根).

If you chop it up, you can mix it with braised pork for an even more delicious flavor.