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

The group of women over there were in a chaotic state, and with the help of the guests, they took the person who had been poisoned by eating mushrooms to see a doctor.

Jiang Zhiyun leisurely tidied up her things.

Soon, Jiang Zhiyun's braised pork was ready and placed in a bowl to the side.

Standing there, Zhang nodded: "When I was cooking it last night, I thought it smelled really good."

"Now, with the seasonings and chili peppers mixed in, the aroma alone makes your mouth water."

Because of the earlier misunderstanding, word spread quickly among the surrounding people, and many now know that Jiang Zhiyun's family cooks noodles here.

So now I'm queuing up to buy noodles.

Then the older man who frequented the place asked with some surprise, "Young lady, what is this meat?"

"Would you like some braised pork, sir? I'll pack it separately in an oiled paper bag for you, or you can pour it over noodles."

"Make me a separate portion," he said, wanting to try it out.

Originally, many people lined up to buy this noodle dish, but now that they see the pig's head meat, they all want to try it too.

At first, when I heard it was pig's head meat, I was really hesitant and didn't really want to eat it. But now the smell is so delicious, it's incredibly tempting.

I couldn't resist, the price wasn't expensive, so I decided to buy some to try.

Jiang Zhiyun was cooking noodles, while her mother-in-law was in charge of selling pig's head meat. At first, Zhang Shi asked Jiang Zhiyun to weigh the meat, as she didn't know how.

Fortunately, she had learned to be a steward in Bianjing before. She was quite adept at accounting.

After gradually trying to weigh things, she became more efficient at her work. Zhang was initially unaccustomed to exchanging pleasantries with guests and was somewhat nervous.

But perhaps because I've been arguing with Jiang Zhiwan a lot these past few days, I feel like I can speak fluently with other people.

Zhang became more and more confident as she spoke.

There are fewer guests now, so the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law can rest for a while.

As Zhang Shi watched the loose silver coins in her pocket increase while the pig's head meat decreased, her face was full of satisfaction: "Yun Niang, whatever you do is good."

"Marrying you is a blessing for my family."

Zhang felt somewhat frustrated when she thought about her son's inability to function properly.

She said, "Yunniang, I know there are some unspeakable reasons between you and Shuheng. So if you want a divorce, I will have absolutely no objection."

Jiang Zhiyun smiled, sensing that Zhang was a particularly sincere person.

She said, "...Mother is overthinking it. Yunniang doesn't want to leave. Besides, Mother has said these words to me many times, and Yunniang remembers them all."

"Don't worry, Mother. Yunniang won't wrong herself."

Madam Zhang nodded. The main problem is that Shuheng is inferior to Yunniang in every way.

He has an indifferent personality and is cold to everyone. That's not all. In addition, Shuheng is not good in that aspect either.

Nothing happened last night, in that situation.

It must have been tough on Yunniang.

Anyway, she didn't know anything else, but Zhang felt sorry for Jiang Zhiyun at the moment.

However, there's no need to spell these things out.

When her mother mentioned Xie Shuheng, Yunniang felt embarrassed about these things, so she simply said, "Mother, go and buy a clean white cloth, and then borrow the paper and pen from the old fortune teller at his stall."

"I'll go find a bamboo pole and then we can put up our signboard."

This market is full of stalls; people usually just come and take a look. These aren't shops, and nobody has given them names.

Now that some people are imitating this method, if the mushrooms aren't cooked thoroughly, problems will definitely arise. If they don't know their place, losing money is a minor issue. If they get sick from eating them, they can easily frame others.

I saw the evil in human nature in my past life.

These days, it's a good thing to quickly distinguish yourself from others.

Zhang also thought it was a good idea: "Yes, when we install this thing, people will know where we are from a long distance."

"These imitators are really annoying. They see that others are selling well, so they want to do it too."

Yunniang said, "That's alright, it all depends on your own abilities. If we sell well, they'll naturally be envious."

“That’s quite clever. So we need to do even better so that our customers will only choose us.” Jiang Zhiyun’s eyes shone brightly.

She is confident in doing these things.

Zhang was initially complaining, but after listening to her daughter-in-law's words, she surprisingly found herself motivated.

There were fewer people around at midday, so the two of them took turns busying themselves with putting up the signs, and it was done in about an hour.

Jiang Zhiyun wrote "Yunqing Noodle Shop" on the white cloth she bought.

The mother's name contains the character "Qing," and Jiang Zhiyun's name contains the character "Yun." Together, they form the name of the noodle shop that hangs on a bamboo pole, fluttering in the wind.

Zhang was amazed, saying it was the first time in her life she had experienced this.

This was the first time Jiang Zhiyun had done something like this; after all, in her previous life, she had already changed the signboard inside the shop.

She had a good start in life, beginning with a street stall. Smiling, she said to Zhang, "Right now, our noodle shop's name is just for show. But one day we'll open a restaurant, a hotel, and take over a shop. Then we'll have enough money."

"Very good, very good."

Zhang was even a little excited: "Yunniang, you can actually write, and your writing is so strong and powerful."

"I've taught myself some things." Jiang Zhiyun taught children in her past life, and she has always strived to improve her own knowledge, so it's no exaggeration to say that she has such beautiful handwriting.

“Speaking of which, I learned the small regular script for hairpin flowers.” Zhang said with some nostalgia, “I have never felt so carefree, whether I was in my boudoir or after I got married. I had to keep my name a secret. Everyone knew I was Zhang, but very few people mentioned my real name, Mei Qingdou.”

"Now I see a single character from my name flying in the wind, and no one can catch it."

Zhang Meiqing was somewhat moved. This was something unprecedented, and in Bianjing City, it would be ridiculed by other women.

But now she is very happy.

Zhang pulled her along, saying, "Yunniang, from now on I belong to you."

Jiang Zhiyun chuckled, "Mother really does have a good sense of humor."

Today, after writing the words on it and setting up the pole, it will float up like this. Whenever someone comes to eat noodles, Yunniang will say it again.

He was tireless and would tell everyone he met.

Upon hearing this, the burly men were delighted: "Although we are illiterate, we know it's you just by looking at this style."

"Your noodles are so much better; the ones I ate this morning just didn't taste right. Remember to come early next time, Madam Jiang!"

"I feed the horses at the horse market, and I never get to eat your food in time every morning. I can only buy a steamed bun to fill my stomach."

The burly man looked somewhat melancholy.

For those who do manual labor all day, one steamed bun isn't enough to fill their stomachs, and two steamed buns are too expensive, so they still can't get enough to eat.

Horse Market… Jiang Zhiyun immediately asked, “What is your surname, elder brother?”

"My surname is Zhao, Zhao Dahai."

Jiang Zhiyun nodded: "I don't know, Brother Zhao, do you know how much the horses and carriages cost together?"