The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 415

Seeing the greasy side of Xiao Liping's mouth, he glanced sideways at Hu Ben and frowned, "You guys are working so hard, you're doing fortune-telling, you're looking at astrology, and you've spent so much energy just to recruit these few stragglers ?”

Huben was upset.

Anyway, he came out of the wild way and worked hard to make a fortune.

If it wasn't for a bad move, Song Lanyi and the others wouldn't have recruited her.

It's just that when he looked up, the old man who was full of greasy food glanced over faintly.

Huben held his breath for an instant, and his muscles tensed, as if he would be attacked by a wild beast in the next second.

It wasn't until Xiao Liping averted his gaze lightly that he belatedly realized that the back of his shirt was already wet with sweat.

He was shocked in his heart, this kind of person must not be an unknown person.

Who are they... exactly?
Since my surname is Zhu...

Could it be that they were really the rumored two princesses who escaped from the hinterland of monsters?

It's just that when Huben looked at Zhu Mingshu, who had a calm face and a style of acting, and Song Lanyi, who was more unpredictable and moody than the iron-blooded Zhu Mingshu, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

If he treats the two of them with the same attitude as he treats immature children, he is afraid that he will die without a place to bury him.

He bowed his head, only a few thorns remained on his body, all of them were restrained.

He is a tiger, so it depends on who the tiger is.

When the villagers have cooked all the food for today.

What was distributed to everyone was a bowl of thick paste and a flatbread the size of a face plate.

It may be the first time to do this big pot rice, so the paste is a bit burnt.

But even so, when these bandits saw this bowl of paste, their eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky.

They gulped down under the scalding heat.

Gudong.

There was a sound of swallowing saliva.

Song Lanyi looked sideways, and saw the villagers led by the village head, their cheeks were slightly red, and they seemed a little embarrassed.

The village head put down the half pot of mush left, and tentatively said, "My lord, Xiaomin will leave first. If your lord has any instructions, you can tell Xiaomin at any time."

"I have orders."

Song Lanyi frowned and said.

The village chief's heart tightened, his thoughts turned sharply, but he said cautiously on his face, "Please speak, my lord."

"This pot of porridge...is divided."

The village chief was taken aback, showing an incredulous expression, and he even dared to ask, "You mean..."

"I said don't eat these, you don't have ears?"

After speaking, Song Lanyi frowned, seeming a little impatient.

As she spoke, she took out two pancakes, handed one to Zhu Mingshu, and held the other in her hand.

The dry pancakes had a slightly bitter and salty taste, and Song Lanyi had ingeniously mixed some wild vegetables into them.

Wild vegetables are a bit old, but they are rare.

While chewing on the stone-like pancakes, Zhu Mingshu seriously commented:

"The wild vegetables are getting old."

Song Lanyi was upset, "I made it myself! If you don't like it, give it to me, I will eat it myself!"

Zhu Mingshu didn't say a word, just took two or three mouthfuls to eat the face-sized pancake, then wiped the corner of her mouth and said flatly, "It's delicious."

The corners of Song Lanyi's lips curled up invisibly, but he just muttered, "This is more or less the same."

Zhu Mingshu rubbed Song Lanyi's hair, didn't say anything, just turned to look at the village chief: "You are the people of Dagan, it's Dagan's fault that he couldn't protect you. From now on, we will live next to each other. These things are considered gifts.”

The village head's eye sockets were slightly red.

He couldn't see what these noble people meant.

Although there is not much leftovers, but in this disaster year, a morsel of food is precious.

After the paste is mixed with water, it may be able to deal with meals for several days.

During the break between meals, Huben glanced at the moved and thankful village head, then at the approachable Zhu Mingshu, and at the side, Song Lanyi who was carelessly playing with a knife. The corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

The two had a good plan.

One sings the red face and the other sings the bad face.

Those villagers have yet to see the true intentions of the two sisters.

In this era of troubled times and hegemony, Song Lanyi and Zhu Mingshu intend to make a fortune in this small mountain village.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Huben was suddenly in a daze.

What will happen in the future?

(End of this chapter)