"I'm not going." Since we've already severed ties, there's no need to contact each other again.

Otherwise, wouldn't the document severing ties have been written in vain?

Su Jiaoniang continued her search for a shop and finally rented a three-story building with a street-facing storefront of about 200 square meters.

The rent for such a shop is expensive. If she hadn't sold some of the chili peppers, she definitely wouldn't have had enough money. After paying the money and signing the contract, Su Jiaoniang looked at her empty pockets and felt strange.

She was clearly not suited to be a businesswoman.

It's been almost half a year since I traveled through time.

But she was still struggling financially.

Every time she acquired a new property, her hands would be empty. Staring at the three-story house, Su Jiaoniang thought to herself, "This time I'll probably make money, and I'll probably have more money than I can spend!"

After all, hot pot is an extremely appealing dish.

The first floor has a lobby, the second floor has private rooms, and the third floor is reserved for VIPs. Regardless of wealth or social status, as long as you enter the door, you are a guest and can enjoy the same treatment as your ancestors.

Su Jiaoniang has already decided to learn the methods used by Haidilao in later generations.

In this era, people who can work or do part-time jobs in restaurants will look down on others with their chins held high. Those who are well-dressed will be greeted with smiles and treated like ancestors, while those who are poorly dressed will be treated with disdain and impatience.

Little did they know that the world has the most poor people.

The service at Haidilao is what attracts people, but of course, the most important reason is that its hot pot is the first of its kind in the world.

Perhaps our predecessors had already eaten hot pot.

It's almost exactly the same as hot pot.

But does a hot pot without spice have a soul?

Madam Feng followed behind Su Jiaoniang with a contented smile on her face. When she was the lady of the Cai family, she had to have the demeanor of a noblewoman in every word and action. If she wanted to go out for a walk, she had to be served by maids and servants in circles.

I casually bought some snacks while walking, either taking a bite or giving them to beggars on the street, which was quite relaxed and carefree.

When they returned to the village, they arrived just in time for Lu Dashan's burial.

Passing by the Lu family home, Su Jiaoniang saw Lu Congrong dressed in mourning clothes. The makeup on her body had finally been washed off, and her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had been crying. Zhu Shi fainted on the ground from crying.

Old Zhu was stunned.

The entire Lu family is in chaos.

After selling their belongings, Fang and Lu Dahai returned to the village.

After not seeing him for a while, Lu Dahai had become much more robust. Fang Shi saw Su Jiaoniang and said a few words, and even pointed to Lu Dashan parked in the yard.

"They say he drank so much he couldn't breathe and died from drunkenness."

Standing on the street and looking into the courtyard, Su Jiaoniang had an excellent view.

Perhaps it was the enhanced vision brought about by the time travel, but she could clearly see Lu Dashan lying on the coffin lid. Although Lu Dashan's face was not good, he did not look like a dead person.

It's weird.

"Didn't you have any last night?" Su Jiaoniang asked casually.

Fang nodded and said dejectedly, "The Lu family's feng shui has been terrible these past two years. They keep having problems. We finally made some money from a small business and were just planning to rent a shop to continue operating. But now that Lu Dashan is gone, I don't know if we can keep the money we have."

Su Jiaoniang offered a few words of comfort, but she had no right to say anything more.

After exchanging a few words with Fang, Su Jiaoniang led Fang Daiyan, formerly known as Lu Daiyan, and the child who had changed his surname, towards her home. When adults are busy with weddings or funerals, they don't have time to take care of their children.

If you have a lot of children, that's fine; you can just raise them like shepherds.

However, Fang only had one son, and she didn't take good care of him.

Fang, the spokesperson, is not as lively as before; perhaps it's because changes in her own family have allowed the child to grow up a bit.

When they arrived at Su Jiaoniang's courtyard, they saw the husky that Xiao Ya was holding. They slowly moved over. No matter how mature or indifferent a child is, they can't help but reach out to touch a cute animal.

Although the husky was a bit silly, it was really good-looking, looking quite majestic. Before long, the little girl and Fang Daiyan were playing together.

Su Jiaoniang saw Lu Futu sitting in the study, writing, and the child was reading very seriously.

This level of seriousness was unprecedented.

Just then, Jiang's voice could be heard from outside.

Jiang walked into the courtyard and pulled Su Jiaoniang aside, saying, "Sister Su, let me tell you, all the people who came here yesterday to ask for money are sick."

"Is she sick?" Su Jiaoniang asked, her eyes filled with doubt.

Jiang chuckled and said, "Isn't that right? It's said that after waking up in the morning, first his arms felt weak and numb, and then he couldn't move his fingers at all. Bah, what goes around comes around, serves him right!"

"..." If only one person is unable to move like this, then they really deserve it.

All of these people have this disease? It just doesn't seem right.

"Could you tell me in more detail who they are?" Su Jiaoniang asked.

Jiang counted names one by one on her fingers. Tianshui Village wasn't very big, but if you lived there for a long time, you'd know everyone in the village.

Chiang Kai-shek named all the people.

Su Jiaoniang frowned.

These people really did come to her house to ask for money.

"Besides these people, are there no others?" Su Jiaoniang asked cautiously.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang said, "I'll go and ask around."

There is almost no privacy in the village; what one person knows quickly becomes common knowledge.

Jiang quickly ran back and looked at Su Jiaoniang, saying, "It's those same people from yesterday."

Su Jiaoniang understood what was going on. She turned to look at Futu, who was engrossed in his studies, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

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