The sickly son died young? After the marriage exchange, I will bring prosperity to his entire clan f

After walking around the yard twice, the autumn night was quite bright. Du Mingxian was afraid that Ling Silang would be blown by the wind, so she directly led him into the house, saying, "Go inside and rest first."

As Ling Silang lay down, Xu Tingting called out from outside, "Cousin."

"I'll go out and see."

As Du Mingxian came out of the room, Xu Tingting pointed outside and mouthed, "Someone is looking for you."

Du Mingxian went outside and saw the thugs at the door. "How was it?"

"The Fang family has been arrested. This is the talk of the county. They're even saying that the real Fang family members have been murdered, and the county magistrate is sending people to find them."

Du Mingxian knew that it was the magistrate who was looking for her.

"Go to the inn..."

"it is good."

Not long after, the prefect arrived with two guards. When he saw Du Mingxian, he breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "You really made us look for you."

"My lord please."

After bringing the person to Fang Daru's house, Du Mingxian explained, "Fang Daru is not in good condition. He is old, has suffered a lot, and has a weak will to live."

The prefect frowned deeply. "Which doctor did you invite?"

"Dr. Lin."

"I'll have to trouble you for the next couple of days. I'll arrange a place for your husband as soon as possible."

"it is good."

The magistrate went to Fang Chengwen's and the others' room, but Du Mingxian did not go with them.

The magistrate left after a short while. Du Mingxian saw him off and noticed that the thugs were still guarding the door.

After the prefect left, Du Mingxian looked at the hoodlum's pitiful appearance and was speechless for a moment. "Why are you still guarding him?"

"Grandma, I have nowhere to go." Although he had some money these past two days, he still needed to eat and drink, so he had been living in a beggar's hut. Now that he knew his master had such a nice house, he wanted to move in.

Du Mingxian felt that this person was really pushing his luck. "Come in."

The hoodlum was overjoyed when he came in.

Xu Dazhuang came over and saw Du Mingxian bringing someone in. He hesitated for a moment, "This is..."

"Huh..." Du Mingxian suddenly realized that she didn't even know the name of the underling she had taken in. "What's your name?"

Everyone calls me Lai Zi.

Lai Zi...

"What's your last name?"

"king."

"Then you will be called Wang Fu from now on."

"Okay, Grandma." Wang Fu smiled happily.

"Please arrange a room for him, Uncle. He can do the chores around the house, and you don't need to worry about him at other times."

"it is good."

The next morning, when Du Mingxian woke up, Wang Fu was incredibly diligent. He was wearing a new outfit and sweeping the yard, his face beaming with smiles. After getting himself cleaned up, he looked like a spirited young man.

"Auntie."

Du Mingxian slapped her forehead. Before she could say anything, she saw Zhou Shi's worried face and knew that Zhou Shi was starting to worry again. "What 'aunt'? Just call me Miss Du."

"Okay, Miss Du."

Zhou stepped forward and whispered, "Mingxian, he is..."

"A poor man without a home."

"Oh."

Zhou didn't dare ask any more questions and went straight to the kitchen to cook.

Du Mingxian went along too. She had brought the sauce a few days ago but hadn't eaten it yet, so she planned to cook it herself today.

Because there are sick people in the family, I have to cook two kinds of meals: one is a regular meal, and the other is for the sick people.

Du Mingxian was worried that everyone wouldn't be used to the chili sauce, so she used a little less. Xu Tingting and Wang Fu loved it, and Xu Dazhuang also liked it. Only Grandma Xu didn't like it and felt that she couldn't stand it after eating it. In the end, she simply ate the hospital food.

After the meal, Du Mingxian went out to look for a shop again, but after looking around, she still couldn't find a suitable one. When she returned, she saw that several people had come to her house.

The prefect and the county magistrate both came.

Fang Daru also woke up.

The group talked inside the house, while Xu Dazhuang and Wang Fu stood guard outside.

A moment later, the prefect came out and specially introduced Du Mingxian, "Lord Luo, this is Lady Ling."

Magistrate Luo nodded slightly, "If Madam Ling encounters any difficulties in the future, she can send someone to the yamen to find me."

This can be considered a promise.

"Thank you, sir." Du Mingxian immediately agreed, knowing that since they had this connection, whether or not she needed it was another matter.

The magistrate said, "I'll trouble you, Madam Ling, but I plan to have the master moved out today."

"Either is fine." Du Mingxian didn't insist. Since the magistrate had made arrangements, she would follow his arrangements.

In the afternoon, the magistrate led a group of people to move the Fang family away. Du Mingxian breathed a sigh of relief. With so few people in her family, there were bound to be some things she couldn't take care of properly, so it was better to let the magistrate move them away first and then make other arrangements.

With no sick person left at home and Ling Silang still recovering, Du Mingxian wasn't in a hurry to go back. Since she couldn't find a shop, she had to think of other ways to make a living.

She took Wang Fu with her, and the two of them took the sauce to a restaurant to try it.

There are three restaurants in the county. The most popular restaurant is Fumanlou, followed by Zuixiangju.

Fu Man Lou is a thriving business with a large premises. Du Mingxian thought that the fact that the business could grow to such a size, and that this was just one of its restaurants, showed that the managers had a vision.

So they went to Fumanlou first.

The shopkeeper did see them, but... as soon as the shopkeeper of Fumanlou heard that they were selling something, and some kind of sauce at that, he immediately waved his hand.

"You should leave. This kind of thing doesn't sell well in our shop."

"Shopkeeper, would you like to try it again? The chili sauce is ready, and the dishes go very well with rice and taste delicious."

"We've tried using chili peppers before, but it didn't work well, so you should leave."

Seeing the shopkeeper's resistance, Du Mingxian suggested, "How about I try to cook a dish so the shopkeeper can try it first?"

"No, no," the shopkeeper said, though impatience was already evident in his eyes.

Du Mingxian stopped trying to sell and left with Wang Fu.

As soon as they left, Wang Fu complained, "That shopkeeper has no taste at all! He kept refusing to serve such delicious food."

"It's alright, there will always be someone who knows its value. Let's go to Zuixiangju."

Zuixiangju is located diagonally opposite Fumanlou. It is smaller than Fumanlou and has fewer customers.

I also met the owner of Zuixiangju without any problems.

Du Mingxian used the same words, but the difference between the manager of Zuixiangju and Fumanlou was, "You mean that old guy over there refused?"

"Yes."

"He's already refused, do you think I'd still want him?"

Du Mingxian sensed something was amiss. "Why not? Such a good thing, he doesn't appreciate its value, do you want to be like him?"

"Of course I'm different from him."

Du Mingxian felt there was a chance. "How about I go to the kitchen and make a dish for the manager? What do you think, manager?"

"Okay, let's make it clear first: if the items are good, we'll keep them; if they're not, I won't take them."

"to make."

Du Mingxian went to the kitchen and cooked a dish. This time, she didn't deliberately use less sauce, but used the normal amount. The dish she cooked filled the entire backyard with a spicy and pungent aroma.

The owner of Zuixiangju kept sniffing, "It smells very spicy, it's hard to eat."

"Shopkeeper, you'll know once you try it, it'll definitely go well with rice."

"it is good."

The owner of Suanxiangju took a bite of the dish and put it in his mouth. It was fresh, fragrant, spicy, and numbing. It was very spicy, but he still wanted to eat it.

"Shopkeeper, you can try eating it with rice."

The shopkeeper actually tried eating it with rice, and soon finished a bowl of rice. He was the first to laugh, "Good stuff! It really is good stuff. That old man has no taste."