Disgust flashed in Su Jiaoniang's eyes.

The location on the map also corresponds to a detestable country in her time and space.

"How are Saijin and Fusang doing?" Su Jiaoniang asked.

Eleven didn't know much about the country's situation; he was more skilled at assassination and reconnaissance.

But even knowing less, he knew more than some ordinary people. He pointed at Saijin: "The people here are barbaric and uncivilized. It is a very violent country with chaotic laws and fragmented power. However, the people here are exceptionally strong. In terms of military strength in the Great Zhou, only the Jiang family army can stop Saijin."

His fingers landed on the land of Fusang.

"This country is very polite and courteous, and it's very comfortable and pleasant to be around them in private, but there's always a feeling that something's not quite right, and it makes me uneasy."

"..." That's right, Su Jiaoniang nodded.

That makes sense; this small overseas country is indeed not very likable!

"Could we look into what those two countries are up to?" Su Jiaoniang asked.

If poppies were not invented by the people of the Zhou Dynasty, nor by the people of the Qi State.

That leaves only Saijin and Fusang.

...

People living on this land are either kind and lovely, or like maggots in the shadows, sending everyone to hell.

For example, the small pagoda in the previous life.

Suddenly, I started to miss my youngest son at home.

Whether Xiaoya is studying painting properly, whether business is good or not, I can't see if she's crying.

Exhale.

Su Jiaoniang watched as Shiyi went to collect information about Saijin and Fusang.

She took out paper and pen and wrote a letter to Futu Xiaoya.

She didn't want to write letters to her child in a dry or boring way; that was her child.

I also drew some little cartoons while writing the letter, making it less rigid and more lively.

These few days passed peacefully.

On the ninth day, he handed over what he had found to Su Jiaoniang.

The Black-Clad Guards possess a considerable amount of information.

At the very least, there are now Xuan Yi Guards in the Xianrenju restaurant.

Su Jiaoniang started her hot pot business step by step. Originally, she wanted to hire people, but on Chu Jiu's strong suggestion, Su Jiaoniang changed her mind and sold people to human traffickers.

Food is meant to be ingested.

Hot pot is something that can stimulate people's taste buds and appetite.

Having this on a winter's day will warm you up from head to toe.

In the summer, a few people sit together eating hot pot. Although it may not look very nice and their clothes can get soaked with sweat, don't forget that Su Niangzi can make ice cubes to cool down the hot pot restaurant.

At that time, the place will be packed with guests.

Hot pot requires a lot of staff, so Su Jiaoniang bought twenty people this time.

When you do something for the first time, you feel nervous and awkward. You tend to overthink and hesitate for a long time!

But you'll get used to it the second time.

Su Jiaoniang looked at the contract of sale in her hand, then at the extra person in her house, and thought, "Fine!"

I have nowhere to stay again.

He glanced at Eleven and said, "Go and invite the middleman. We need to rent a small courtyard, closer to our shop."

Su Jiaoniang felt that life happiness was related to commuting. Although she had taken their bodies, their souls were free, so their lives could be improved a little and their happiness increased.

Shiyi turned and walked out.

Su Jiaoniang looked at the people she had brought.

Among these twenty people were older people, younger people, and a few child laborers.

Child laborers wiped tables, swept floors, lit fires, and washed dishes; young men in their prime could carry soup to the table, while older women served dishes.

fine.

There are five or six cooks in the kitchen, each with their own specific tasks, such as chopping and washing vegetables and simmering the broth.

Su Jiaoniang stared at these people and said some very serious words, dispelling any inappropriate thoughts she might have had at the very beginning.

Soon, Shiyi returned with the people from the middle.

His leadership style is something that ordinary people might not understand.

The curved blade in his hand landed on the man's neck.

The wound that had just healed also split open at the other end.

It can be said to be symmetrical.

...

The person standing in the courtyard trembled.

Even summoning a middleman is so bloody; just thinking about the consequences of their misdeeds would make one tremble.

Su Jiaoniang raised an eyebrow, thinking that Shiyi had done a good job.

At least her authority was established.

Smiling, he looked at the middleman and said, "We need a courtyard to house these people. A two-courtyard house will provide shelter from the wind and rain, and it will be close to the place where the trouble is going. What's the price?"

Su Jiaoniang still smiled.

The man's face turned pale.

He reached up and touched his neck, realizing how much blood he had lost. He wondered how many red dates he would need to eat to recover.

It's so uncomfortable!

But I dare not say it!

He said in a soft, sweet voice, "You, don't worry, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

What can you do if you're not satisfied? Just now, this guy named Eleven suddenly appeared in his yard. At that time, his newlywed second wife was playing with him, and he was so scared that he went limp.

It can soften and then return to its original state.

If you lose your life, it's truly over.

"Shall we go see the courtyard now?" the middle-aged man asked, shrinking his neck.

Su Jiaoniang got up and walked outside. She glanced at the people in the courtyard, thought for a moment, and said, "There's food in the kitchen. Wash up and make something to eat yourself. Clean up after you're done."

Su Jiaoniang left.

I immediately followed suit on the 11th.

On the ninth day, a courtyard was filled with people.

He stood motionless, like a statue.

My scalp tingled in the yard; I didn't know what I could or couldn't do.

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