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

Song Rutang hurriedly hurried and finally returned home before the invisibility cloak expired.

There was no one at home. Song Rutang climbed in through the window, rolled over and got to the ground. The moment he closed the window, the invisibility cloak just expired.

After closing the window and looking around, Song Rutang felt relieved, returned to the bed, took out the silver coins from the space backpack, and counted them briefly.

A mountain of silver taels fell on the bed. Song Rutang counted it and found that there were more than 50 taels left in the 49 taels.

It seems that the Zhu family did not spend much money.

Just when I was thinking about what to do with the money, the system spoke:
[It is detected that the host triggers special conditions. Do you want to enable points redemption mode? 】

“What is the point redemption model?”

Song Rutang was confused, and clicked on the interface provided by the system to take a look, and found that there was actually a redemption page.

It clearly says on it that ten taels of silver can be exchanged for one point. The nearly 50 taels of silver in her hand can be exchanged for about [-] points.

But Song Rutang didn't think about changing immediately.

After all, in this era, money is also a rare thing. What if she exchanges all the money in advance and finds it useful in the future?
The system can exchange it at any time, and having this money in your hand always makes people feel more at ease.

After thinking about it, Song Rutang took out some of the money and hid it under the bed, preparing to find an opportunity to find an excuse to send it to Old Mrs. Yang.

After all, the money originally belonged to the Yang family, so she might as well borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha, return the remaining money to the Yang family, and then forget about the remaining silver.

Song Rutang had no intention of becoming a saint, and made up his mind to keep the money for himself. He threw the money into his space backpack again, and turned around to prepare the powder puff he would use when he went out to the stall again.

*
On the day that Song Rutang had agreed to set up the stall, many people braved the cold and lined up in front of the Yang Mansion early in the morning.

"Why haven't you come out yet? You've been waiting all morning."

"That's right, I bought it just to keep my body warmer, but why do I get more cold here?"

"It's here, just wait a little longer. It's not only hot, but also delicious. Wouldn't it be better to have something to look forward to at this time?"

"I'm coming."

Song Rutang wore a simple bun and set up a stall in front of the door.

She called Yang Pinyan to keep accounts, and also asked Yang Pinyan to keep two copies of the accounts, leaving one at the front for reconciliation at night, and asking the servants to bring the other to the back from time to time so that she could make hot and sour noodles.

It is somewhat similar to the printed receipts in today's takeaway merchants.

Although this is ancient times, everyone has different tastes. Some people don't eat chopped green onions, some people want less soup, some people are sour and some are heavy. It really takes a lot of time to go back and forth.

Just as I was doing it, chaos suddenly broke out in front of the door.

Song Rutang's mind changed slightly, and she naturally knew who was coming, so she put some more powder on her face and walked forward like a weak willow supporting the wind.

While everyone was making noise, someone inadvertently glanced back and saw a slender young lady slowly walking forward from behind, covering her heart, and fell silent instantly.

The scene became quiet for a moment.

Song Rutang stepped forward, covered her face with the veil, coughed a few times, and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, dear guests, I'm not well yet, and I don't want to upset all of you who have worked so hard to come here, so I have to cook under the current circumstances. How does today's hot and sour noodles taste? Is it still appealing to your eyes?" This little lady’s craftsmanship is really good, but..."

The man who was about to get the hot and sour noodles heard the noise coming from behind, his ears hurt from the shock, and he hesitated when he heard Song Rutang's words.

If the patient eats the food, can it not be stained with something?But he had been waiting in line for so long. If he gave up now, the whole morning's waiting would really be in vain.

Song Rutang saw this man's hesitation and said with a smile:
"Guests, don't worry. My daughter is wearing a veil and has not been exposed to these foods during the whole process. Guests can rest assured."

The man struggled a few times and finally took the hot and sour noodles.

The food cooked by the mother-in-law at home is even more unclean, and it doesn't matter if he eats it for so many years. He is lucky, so it doesn't matter.

With this person taking the lead, some of the others followed suit and bought hot and sour noodles. The people who were arguing at the end of the team gradually came forward. The leader of the group directly responded to Song Rutang:
"You damn thing, how could you have the nerve to sell things after you stole them from our house?"

As soon as these words came out, the few people who were planning to leave stopped leaving and all retreated.

Seeing this, Mother Zhu's momentum became stronger and stronger. She pointed at Song Rutang's nose and continued to curse:

"If it were me, I would be so embarrassed that I would crawl into a crack in the ground and never come out again."

Before anyone else could figure out what was going on, Song Rutang spoke first:

"Hey, what are you two talking about?"

"Don't think we don't know about this. The veil has been thrown to us, and we still say we don't know!"

Mother Zhu was so angry that her heart ached. She took out the handkerchief from her arms and threw it straight in Song Rutang's face.

Song Rutang covered his lips and coughed a few times, his face even more haggard.

"This little lady looks so bad, and she is so criticized by the mother and son. It makes people feel very sad to see her."

"Don't be like this, you guys, didn't you hear that mother and son said that this little lady stole something? It can be said that she knows people but doesn't know her heart!"

"What if the mother and son were framed? Don't forget that the Yang family has always had a bad reputation..."

"I finally got the hot and sour noodles. If this little lady's character is really that bad, I might as well not eat the hot and sour noodles in the future."

Listening to everyone's comments, Song Rutang made a few moves to make herself look weaker and pitiful. She held her hand on the wall and said aggrievedly:

"What kind of veil? I didn't even know I had a veil. Although I am the niece of the Yang family, I grew up in the countryside since I was a child. Everyone knows this.

May I ask where the country people got the veil?It couldn't have been picked up from the ground?Although I am poor, my ambition is not poor. I hope this aunt will not humiliate me again. "

Song Rutang said pitifully, her little eyes were filled with tears, which made people feel very distressed.

Feng Ping suddenly fell in favor of Song Rutang.

Mother Zhu was so angry that she couldn't breathe. Her head was buzzing and her eyes were dark. She stared at the handkerchief for a long time, but she really didn't see Song Rutang's name on it.

What did she say?It can't be said that his son had peeked at the little girl's waist for a long time before he remembered the little girl's veil?
Mother Zhu rolled her eyes and changed her expression. She also followed Song Rutang's example and said aggrievedly:
"You personally handed this veil to my son, why didn't you acknowledge it?"