There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

"Okay, I'll remember it, and I wish you a safe journey."

Song Rutang nodded, always feeling that this scene had a strange and solemn feeling. After thinking about it, he asked again:
"During your time here, do you know anyone you can trust? My village here is short of some people, and I want to recruit some laborers, but I haven't found anyone reliable at the moment."

"Hai, you told me earlier, we are familiar with this matter!"

Zhuang Mang slapped his thigh and said angrily:
"Look, I forgot about this. A few days ago, a bunch of people over there were still looking for work. We worked together at that time, and the people looked pretty good. It was refreshing. Everyone has a family, but no one wants them. If you accept them, I will have time to ask them to come over and have a look. If they don't want to, forget it."

Song Rutang thought for a while and agreed.

Having a family makes it easier to control things. This is the truth she learned from reading novels in modern times.

"Then let's talk about it. I'll ask them to come over tomorrow night. If you think they are suitable, you can keep them. If not, choose someone else."

Seeing Song Rutang's relaxed expression, Zhuang Mang said this with a smile.

Looking up and seeing that it was getting late, Zhuang Mang said:

"Okay, it's getting late. We should leave. If we are later, we won't be able to catch the oxcart to Yuyang County."

After turning around and greeting a group of people to leave, Song Rutang stuffed a few sweet potatoes that had just been roasted in the evening into the hands of several children.

She naturally knew that this method would make Zhuang Mang more happy than any other instructions to have a safe journey.

As she expected, Zhuang Mang was happy to see the children happy, and he solemnly promised Song Rutang again:

Apart from rebellion, if anyone needs help, just write a letter or ask someone to tell him. He has many connections in this area!

Song Rutang nodded in agreement.

After agreeing to meet and see each other the next night, Zhuang Mang and his group said goodbye and set off on their way home.

Song Rutang also turned around and went back to the room. After a short nap, he got up and had some dinner, then went back to sleep.

Everyone thought that Song Rutang was too tired from running a shop and needed a rest urgently, so they ignored her.

Little did he know that Song Rutang was actually very energetic. He set the alarm clock in his room for 58:[-] in the middle of the night, covered his head and began to force himself to fall asleep.

At 58:[-], the alarm clock rang.

[Host, the time is up, please get up. 】

As soon as the "alarm clock" rang, Song Rutang stood up.

First, I was in a daze for a minute, looking at the dark autumn night in a daze, not knowing where I was. Then after a while, I slowly recovered.

I got up, washed my face, went to the mall and took a look around, and saw that some things had changed.

It seems to refresh randomly.

Song Rutang only glanced at it briefly and immediately selected what she needed.

An intelligent temperature control system and an intelligent protective cover can prevent any trouble at Zhuangzi from being maliciously destroyed by someone with intentions.

However, this protective shield only targets people's malicious acts of vandalism, not the weather. Although it seems a bit useless, at this critical moment, Song Rutang feels that it is still necessary.

In the future, you can ask people to slowly try and raise it slowly, but at this time, you really have to watch it carefully.After all, it was the first shot to sell the peppers, and they still raised them in their own farm. They took some equipment to look after them, so as not to cause any trouble later. If the pepper fields were destroyed due to some accident, then the pepper fields would be destroyed. There is no place to cry.

After buying protective equipment, Song Rutang went shopping again and bought a recipe worth [-] points.

Although the prices in the flash sale area are relatively more expensive, they are at least much cheaper.

After flipping through the back and seeing that there was nothing good inside, Song Rutang rested her hands and lay on the bed, wanting to continue sleeping, but she couldn't fall asleep.

It was still early, so Song Rutang simply got up and walked around the house a few times.

The chili pots were placed by the window sill, being simmered by the brazier, so there was nothing wrong with them.

But...Song Rutang took a closer look and found some clues.

The pot of chili peppers at the end is missing one, and there are only seven chili peppers left in this pot.

Song Rutang took the pen, moved the flower pot, crossed out the original eight from the paper underneath the flower pot, and wrote the word seven.

After thinking about it, I had to go to the restaurant early the next morning and would not have time to deal with this matter. I would probably have to wait until I came back in the afternoon to have time to deal with it.

Song Rutang simply put invisibility charms on all the pots of chili peppers he had and went to sleep.

Early the next morning, Song Rutang got up and went to the restaurant.

The restaurant business was still booming, and there was a long queue at the door every day. Song Rutang simply asked people to count them one by one, starting from one hundred and one, telling them that the quota was gone, and asking them to come back next time.

Some people listened to the advice and left after hearing this, counting the time to prepare for another trip the next day. There were also those who wanted to try their luck and squatted aside to see if the people in front of them had quit midway. of.

All of a sudden, there was a lot of noise in front of the Haoshi Restaurant, which made the shopkeeper of a snack shop next to it unhappy.

The shopkeeper of this pastry shop was originally working as a cashier at the Siri Inn. Later, when the Siri Inn collapsed, he turned around and took the profits he made from the past to find a place to open a new pastry shop.

He also specially hired a cook who had done a good job in the kitchen of Xiri Inn to make snacks for his shop.

Originally, the business was good and he was making money every day, but he didn't want to think that once Song Rutang's restaurant opened, he would have no business at all.

Everyone is vying to eat the fifteen cents for a bowl of hot and sour noodles with shredded meat, vegetables and vermicelli. Who would want to come to his place to eat fifty cents for a bowl of shabby dim sum that neither looks good nor tastes good?
Qian Lai was so angry that his eyes were about to burst into flames as he stared at the long queue at the door of the Haoshi Restaurant.

But the cook came over and said:

"Shopkeeper, we haven't had any business these days. My mother has been not feeling well at home. Do you think you could give me a few days off and ask me to go back and see my mother?"

"Bah, my business is almost gone, and you still think nothing of me!"

Qian Lai cursed angrily, pointed at the cook's head and cursed:
"If you don't think about how to save the business, you are still worrying about your mother. Let me tell you, if there is no business tomorrow, we will close the business as soon as possible and go back to our homes to find our mothers!"

The cook Xiaoba rubbed his head, which was red from being beaten by Qian Lai, and felt aggrieved.

If there is no business, there is no business, so why beat him?

It's just that there aren't many shops in Anping County that are willing to take in his three-legged cat chef, so they wanted him because of the money. Xiaoba thought that if this shop couldn't open, he would really have no money to make. .

Thinking like this, Xiaoba rolled his eyes and leaned into Qian Lai's ear and said:
"Shopkeeper, I have an idea." (End of chapter)