Exile at the beginning: I rule the world by drawing cards

Chapter 33

Qin Mengshang didn't take Zhou Lingqi's words to heart. After all, the river embankment was busy, so where could he go?

On the third day of the lunar new year, the genius Meng Mengliang went to Zhao's house to pick up the table.

I have to say that Zhao Yushan's comprehension ability is really strong.She simply drew a sketch and lifted the drawer, and he made it exactly as it was. He even added a sunken storage box to the original foundation, saying it was specially used for her to collect money. .

Qin Mengshang couldn't put it down and asked for more money, but Zhao Yushan refused to charge more: "No, no, no, you drew this drawing yourself, I just changed it slightly, how can I charge you more?"

He refused repeatedly and urged Qin Mengshang to quickly go to the town to get a good position.

Qin Mengshang didn't force himself and left with the table.

When she arrived at the door of her house, unfortunately, Zhou Lingqi was waiting for her and brought out all the things she needed.

"." No, is this person serious?

Zhou Lingqi raised his eyebrows, took the clever table in her hand, and walked out: "Let's go."

Qin Mengshang stood there and watched him walk through the morning fog and into the mountains and fields. He was stunned for a while before he recovered and hurriedly followed him, "Don't you need to go to the river embankment today?"

"Need not."

There really isn’t a single superfluous word.

Qin Mengshang asked the reason again: "Why not use it?"

Zhou Lingqi said: "A few days ago, the Xishan Quarry caused dissatisfaction due to unpaid wages. The workers inquired about the residence of the quarry manager, kidnapped his family members on the way home, and forced him to exchange money for others."

The steward of the quarry was named Yuan, and he was the wealthy man who visited the Zhou family with Li Zhang that day.

Originally, the matter had nothing to do with the river embankment, but a worker at the quarry accidentally injured the Yuan family's youngest son in a fit of rage.When blood is seen, the nature of the matter changes.The officials who came back for inspection had not yet left the Xunjiang boundary. When they heard that there was a riot in the quarry, they returned overnight to investigate the matter thoroughly.

Do not check, I don’t know, I’m scared.

"It stands to reason that the quarry should pay 300 taels of wages per month, but only less than 150 taels actually fall into the hands of the workers. The less than half of the wages went into the pocket of Manager Yuan. I heard that in the end, it was from Yuan The amount of silver found at home was 2000 taels."

Qin Mengshang had a rough idea of ​​what 2000 taels meant, but he didn't understand what it had to do with the suspension of work on the river embankment.

Zhou Lingqi continued: "The quarry provided stones for building the river embankment. There was a corruption case there. The superiors heard that the river embankment also defaulted on wages this month, so they naturally investigated it."

This is one of the reasons why Li Zhang paid his wages in a hurry.

Qin Mengshang guessed the reason, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt something was wrong. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Lingqi: "How do you know so clearly?"

When she was helping in the kitchen, except for seeing this man talking to Sun Dawang, she never saw him interact with anyone else, but now he talks about things in the quarry with complete clarity?
Because there was a lot of trouble at the quarry in the last life, but unfortunately he was so immersed in hatred and betrayal that he didn't pay attention.When he heard about it again, Li Zhang had been bailed out by his father-in-law.

But this life was different. He hid the official silver from Chen Ergou in Li Zhang's home.The government sent people to search and found it easily.

In addition, the government followed the clues and found out that he was involved in Chen Ergou's death. Now he has been arrested and sent to the county government.

However, Zhou Lingqi did not say these words to Qin Mengshang, and responded casually: "Listen to what others say."

Not sure if it was an illusion, but she saw a faint smile on Zhou Lingqi's lips.I haven't seen him smile in so many days together. He seems to be in a good mood today?
Zhou Lingqi said nothing, but it was undeniable that he was in a good mood at the moment.

The two went to town together.

The weather was probably fine, and there were more people in the town this time than last time.Qin Mengshang found a seat close to the wine shop and asked Zhou Lingqi to set up the table.Just by opening the table, it attracted the attention of many colleagues.

Who doesn’t have a table?But it looks like a wooden board, but no one has ever seen an object that turns into a table when opened.

The old man selling vegetables at the stall noticed that they were dressed in cold clothes but looked extraordinary, so he took the initiative to strike up a conversation: "Girl, what are you selling? The table looks quite novel."

Someone asked, and Qin Mengshang was very happy to answer: "Uncle, I'm here to sell cold noodles. Do you want a bowl?"

"What the hell are cold noodles?" the old man muttered, and then asked about the price.

Qin Mengshang just said: "Seven coins for a small portion, nine coins for a large portion."

The old man kept talking, thinking that the noodle stalls in the town were indeed expensive, so he didn't answer the question.

Qin Mengshang was not in a hurry. After putting things on the table, he mixed a bowl of noodles for Zhou Lingqi and said, "I'll give you the first bowl. Eat on the side."

Zhou Lingqi: "."

He hadn't eaten anything in the morning and was indeed a little hungry.Without being pretentious, he took the bowl and sat on the stone pillar next to him to eat.

I don’t know where she learned this method. She put a layer of parchment paper on the bowl. After eating the noodles, she removed the parchment paper without washing it, and it was clean.

When the stall was ready, Qin Mengshang tapped the bowl of noodles with his chopsticks, imitating other vendors and shouting generously and cheerfully: "Selling cold noodles! A bowl of seven cents, fragrant and refreshing, only seven cents!"

This clear voice shouted out, standing out among the uneven shouts, and everyone looked this way.

The first time I saw that beautiful face, the second time I saw the strange-shaped table, and the third time I saw the young man sitting there eating noodles with a bowl in his hands.

After shouting a few words, a man who had just sold a fish wiped his hands and came over. He thought he was very hungry, and heard that it only cost seven cents for a bowl, so he came over and asked.

"What kind of noodles are you selling? Only seven cents a bowl?"

"This is called cold noodles. The small portion is seven coins, and the large portion is nine coins." Qin Mengshang looked at Zhou Lingqi with a smile, "It's the kind my husband-in-law has."

The fishmonger took a look at Zhou Ling's prayer bowl. It was bright and shiny, and looked even more delicious than the eight-cent bowl of plain noodles next door!He immediately took out nine copper coins and ordered a large portion.

The copper plate smashed into the wooden trough, and the sound was clear and sweet. Qin Mengshang mixed a large bowl of it with quick hands and feet, and added some konjac shreds to it.

"Brother, you are the first guest. I will give you some konjac shreds. It's delicious. Come back next time."

The fishmonger had never heard of konjac shreds, but for nine cents he could eat greasy noodles, and he also gave them something, which made everyone feel happy.

He grinned at Qin Mengshang and said, "The boss is really good at doing business. I will definitely come next time!"

After the first one came up to ask, two or three more vendors carrying burdens came one after another. Everyone came to take a look at Zhou Lingqi's bowl first, and then happily paid for the bigger bowl.

Some people were afraid that they would not be full with that amount, so they ordered to add a chopstick of konjac shreds, which was only a penny more than a large portion of cold noodles. They were all willing to spend money to eat noodles, and no one cared about the penny.

Three or four copies were sold in a row, and there were nearly forty copper plates in the wooden trough.

Zhou Lingqi: Now he knows why he was given a bowl of noodles when he arrived.

　Qin Mengshang: Live advertising is useless if you don’t need it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)