Chapter 121 Zhongli Bu
Wen Chengwen and his wife did have to go back to the village, one to discuss the pig-raising matter, and the other to hire two or three more people for Wen Zhenyi.
Ma Yinghe looked at Wen Zhenyi and said, "Yiyi, close the doors and windows at night. We will be back early tomorrow morning."
"Mom, I know, don't worry."
Wen Chengwen didn't say anything more. They packed up the things they wanted to take back and left the store with Wen Yongnan and the others.
Wen Zhenyi closed the shop door and the backyard, then sat alone in the yard in a daze, thinking about the dishes to be prepared for the anniversary of Mr. Cheng and his wife's death.
This season is all about fruits, and she was thinking about using fruits in her dishes to make a table of dishes that would suit the occasion.
She was bored being alone in the store, and it seemed a little too early to go to bed, so she simply went to the kitchen to make some desserts to sell at noon tomorrow.
Take out the white jelly from the warehouse, dissolve it with boiled water, then pour well water into the pot. After the water boils, add the dissolved boiled water and stir evenly.
Pour the cooked white jelly into a bowl and freeze it in saltpeter water.
She opened the basin again, which contained the lemon honey she had made today. The ice in the basin was still frozen, and there was a layer of moisture on the outside of the jar.
Cover the basin tightly. Although it is not as airtight as a refrigerator, it can still achieve the effect of refrigeration.
Wen Zhenyi is now more skilled at making fire, otherwise he would not dare to cook breakfast by himself. Just making the fire might take a long time.
She took out the jelly powder, mixed it and poured it into the pot, cooking it over low heat until it became thick and free of particles. She found a colander and fetched a basin of ice-cold well water.
Scoop the batter into the colander and let it drip naturally into the well water in the basin.
When Wen Zhenyi finished doing the two things, it was already completely dark.
She boiled some hot water in the pot and prepared to take a comfortable bath and go to bed.
Before going to bed, she checked the doors and windows again to make sure they were closed before returning to her room.
“Dangdangdang.”
“Hmm!”
Wen Zhenyi suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in bed. There was no haziness in her eyes from just waking up, only clarity.
She heard noises coming from the alley in the backyard, like the sound of weapons clashing.
She took out a dagger from under the pillow and held it in her hand. She opened the door and checked the store, but didn't see anyone.
Only then did they approach the backyard door, and the sounds of fighting seemed to be farther away.
She couldn't see what was happening outside through the crack in the door, so she looked at the wall and used the force to climb over it.
The moonlight was not bright today, and she could only vaguely see a few people lying on the ground. She didn't see them breathing, so they must be dead.
Wen Zhenyi didn't intend to interfere. When he was about to turn over and jump off the wall, he suddenly saw something move in a pile of debris in the corner.
She climbed down the wall, opened the door to the backyard, and with a dagger in her hand, she walked over the corpses on the ground and towards the pile of debris.
These sundries were piled here while the shop next door was being renovated, and now that something had suddenly moved, she became a little curious.
She reached out and lifted a tattered mat covering the front, and the dagger was already in front of the hiding person.
A little child looked at her with wide eyes in horror, tears welling in his beautiful big eyes, and his little hands tightly covering his mouth.
"Go look over there, it should be hidden nearby."
"Search carefully."
A sound came from a distance. Wen Zhenyi looked down at the child and frowned: "Don't say anything." After that, she picked up the child who was squatting there.
He also restored it to its original state so that no one would notice any problems.
The child seemed to sense Wen Zhenyi's kindness and hugged her neck tightly. His little body trembled violently. He bit the corner of his lips and said nothing.
Wen Zhenyi brought him back to the shop and closed the back door. Soon, he heard a lot of footsteps approaching.
She put her hand over the child's mouth and shook her head gently at him.
The child blinked his big tearful eyes, as if responding to her, but the tears dripped onto the back of her hand.
"Look carefully, where could a child hide?"
"Boss, could it be hiding in these shops?"
The man looked at Wen Zhenyi's shop, and the cruelty in his eyes could not be hidden: "We made such a big noise, if there were anyone inside, they would have come out to check it out long ago."
"Boss, why don't we go in and take a look."
"Who's there?" The patrolling yamen runner noticed someone standing in the alley and shouted.
"The boss is an official."
"Let's go first. He's just a kid and can't run far. Keep an eye on this area."
Wen Zhenyi hid in a dark corner of the yard holding her child. She saw some people jump onto the wall, then step on the roof and disappear into the night.
Soon she heard the yamen runners shouting in panic: "Hurry up and report to the mayor, there's a death here."
After the footsteps faded away, she returned to her room with the child in her arms. She lit the oil lamp and was able to see the child's appearance clearly.
The little guy was about three years old. His facial features were as delicate as a doll. His clothes were extremely gorgeous and beautifully embroidered. It was obvious that he was not a child from an ordinary family.
Wen Zhenyi felt a little headache when she saw him. Could it be that she had picked up an extraordinary person?
When the little guy saw the light, he still looked at Wen Zhenyi with horror in his eyes, with a scared and stubborn expression on his face.
Wen Zhenyi saw his little face was dirty from crying and said: "Don't move here, I'll get a basin of water for you to wash."
The little guy didn't say anything, just looked at her with his big innocent eyes.
Wen Zhenyi went to get a basin of water, soaked a towel in the water, walked to his side and prepared to wash him.
Before I even touched him, I saw him curled up into a ball, his body trembling with fear.
"Don't be afraid, my name is Wen Zhenyi. You can call me Sister Yiyi or Sister." Wen Zhenyi tried to make her voice softer.
The little guy looked at her from between her fingers, and when he found that she had no intention of hitting him, he slowly sat up straight again, his voice a little hoarse: "Sister."
When Wen Zhen saw him talking, a smile appeared on his face. He then wiped the stains off his face. This time he didn't dodge: "Do you have a name?"
"My name is Zhongli Bu, and my father...my mother calls me Xiao Abu."
Although he had just changed the address in time, Wen Zhenyi could still guess something. How could an ordinary family afford a child dressed like this?
"Then I'll call you Little Abu, okay?"
Little Abu nodded: "Okay, I have a sister too, but she's not as old as my sister, she's a few years older than me."
"She must be very good to you."
Little Abu shook his head and pouted: "No, she always bullies me and likes to steal my food."
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