Metaphysical Talisman Wife Fortune-telling Spirit: Orion eats chaff and I eat meat

Chapter 332 Rice noodles are poisonous
Chen Huaijin paused: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Luoyi sighed: "The powder used in this powder should be poppy shell powder. This stuff is very fragrant as a condiment, but if you eat too much, you will become addicted and you will always want to eat it."

Chen Huaijin was stunned for a moment and then understood: "What you mean is: maybe Yang Zhenwu did it on purpose, or maybe it was a way for the merchant to attract customers?"

Xiao Luoyi nodded.

"We don't jump to conclusions, but we can't just let this matter go."

"You take me to find the merchant. We'll see everything on the spot and we'll know everything."

After careful calculation, there seems to be a hidden secret in it.

There were some things that she couldn't bear to take into consideration until they were on the spot.

Chen Huaijin led Xiao Luoyi out in a hurry, but unexpectedly they ran into Yang Beichen who happened to come to find Chen Huaijin.

Yang Beichen smiled like a handsome young man. When he saw Chen Huaijin and his wife from a distance, he asked: "Cousin, brother-in-law, where are you going?"

Xiao Luoyi's eyes lit up when he saw Yang Beichen: "We have something to go to..."

At Xiao Luoyi's signal, Chen Huaijin explained the whole story to Yang Beichen.

When Yang Beichen heard this, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and told the newly appointed chief attendant beside him: "Speak to your father, and then go and call a few people to come with me."

The rules set by King Sai Bang: Within the jurisdiction, they don’t care if people smoke at home, but they are not allowed to put cigarette shells in the takeaway food!

Because for takeout, I am afraid that children will eat it in their mouths.

If the child, pregnant mother, or wet nurse eats it without knowing it, it will be a serious matter that will ruin the offspring.

With Yang Beichen, the eldest son of Prince Sai Bang, accompanying him, things became much simpler.

Xiao Luoyi breathed a sigh of relief and headed over there with Yang Beichen and his entourage.

The rice noodle shop is not big, but the business is really good.

When Yang Beichen and others first entered, the middle-aged boss with a somewhat honest face was still soliciting customers enthusiastically: "What kind of food do you want to eat?"

Yang Beichen didn't say anything, but the steward next to him shouted: "Search!"

The few officers who followed him rushed in with a cheer.

Soon, a paper package was thrown on the table. The brown fruits in the scattered paper package made everyone gasp.

The shop owner knelt down and said, "Nobles, nobles, please spare your life! Please spare your life..."

Xiao Luoyi looked at the stunned diners, coughed and asked, "Dear fellow villagers, have you ever had the reaction of not eating their rice noodles for a period of time, and your mouth watering?"

Everyone looked at each other and nodded hesitantly.

Yang Beichen put his hands behind his back and straightened his back slightly. The steward next to him immediately understood and stepped forward: "This is Prince Sai Bang. If you have anything to say, you don't need to exaggerate or conceal it!"

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes fell on Yang Beichen.

"Your Majesty?!"

"Greetings to the Crown Prince..."

Suddenly people were kneeling on the ground.

The steward had already expected this and immediately looked at the prince's face.

Yang Beichen adapted well, nodded slightly, and said in a calm tone: "No need to be polite, just reply properly."

With both kindness and power, the diners immediately started talking.

An elderly man had been eating for many years, and his face was filled with grievances.

"My daughter-in-law dislikes my runny nose when I wake up in the morning, but as long as I come here to eat powder and drink a bowl of soup after eating, the runny nose will stop..."

"I thought he was sick, but who knew it was actually this thing!" The shop owner knelt on the ground, kowtowing as if he was pounding garlic: "Sir, it's all my fault! My father is sick and needs to take medicine for a long time, and I don't have any. There’s a way…”

"What disease?"

"Pneumoconiosis."

Everyone: "..."

It turned out to be pneumoconiosis.

The shop owner's father is in his fifties. Ever since he contracted pneumoconiosis, he has been coughing and short of breath all year round, and has to take medicine to relieve the pain.

If there is a long-term patient in the family, there will be no money. This man is a filial son, so he chose this path after weighing the two sides.

Everyone looked at Yang Beichen with burning eyes, wanting to see how he would deal with it.

After Yang Beichen thought for a moment, he looked at the shop owner: "Where is your father?"

"In...in the backyard." His shop has a front store and a backyard layout.

"Take us to see it."

Yang Beichen had already spoken, so naturally everyone wanted to follow him to watch the excitement.

But when they saw the old man who was half lying on the bed and looked like a skeleton, everyone fell silent.

The old man was so thin that he was almost out of shape, his skin almost attached to his bones. His eyes were looking at the roof with cloudy eyes, and he was trying to breathe with his mouth open.

The old man was startled when he saw so many strangers coming in, and he seemed to be thinking about it as he moved.

The shop owner rushed over, supported the old father, and comforted him: "Dad, don't be afraid. They heard that you were sick and came to take a look."

With panic in his mouth, the shop owner looked at Yang Beichen with pleading eyes, begging him not to expose him.

Yang Beichen didn't say anything, just nodded slightly and motioned to the steward on the side to give him a silver ingot.

Five taels of silver is enough for an ordinary person's living expenses for a year.

The shop owner burst into tears and knelt on the ground, kowtowing and thanking: "Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty..."

The old man glanced at Yang Beichen and said something fluently that no one could understand.

Yang Beichen nodded and walked out of the backyard.

Although the onlookers did not speak, there were complex emotions in their eyes. Some were moved, some were emotional, and some were angry.

Xiao Luoyi found that several of them clearly had dissatisfaction on their faces.

It is illegal to give someone opium cigarette shells, even if it is to treat his own father's illness!
King Saibang’s territory has rules: smoke shells are not allowed to be sold outside for food! Could it be that because the shop owner is a filial son, he will not be punished and rewarded today? !
If so, what rules will be followed in the future?
Just be a favor.

Yang Beichen sat down at a table and turned to look at Xiao Luoyi: "Cousin, is there anything else you want to ask?"

Xiao Luoyi nodded: "There is indeed something else."

Her eyes fell on the head of the lady boss who was kneeling behind the shop owner and had remained silent: "I want to ask this lady boss, in the noodles you made for my husband today, apart from the initial soup with added ingredients, did you also put any other ingredients in it? Anything else?"

The lady boss trembled and replied in a panic: "No! No! There is nothing else except seasonings."

Xiao Luoyi smiled: "Don't your husband know about the matter between you and Yang Zhenyuan?"

As soon as he said this, everyone was surprised and looked at the woman.

Although the boss is in his forties, the wife of the boss looks young, somewhat pretty, and neatly groomed. She looks like she is no more than 20 years old.

When the store owner heard this, he was also surprised.

Yang Zhenyuan did come yesterday. At that time, he was taking care of his old father in the backyard. When he came out and saw Yang Zhenyuan, he left with a bowl of rice noodles.

Because Yang Zhenyuan is also a regular customer and often comes here to eat rice noodles, the store owner is not suspicious. But when Xiao Luoyi said this, he suddenly became suspicious!