Chapter 251 The Dead Warriors Can Make Money Too
Xie Yanyan, Xie Anfeng, Su Zhe and Xiao Baozi left Kyoto again and went to Lingnan.
The mentality I had when I went to Lingnan this time was completely different from that when I went to Lingnan two years ago.
At that time, I could not see any future and was filled with despair and fear.
This time, although the place was even more devastated by the war, they still felt a sense of leisure as if they were revisiting an old place.
However, the last time I left the capital was in March when the poplar flowers were blooming, but this time it was winter.
The ground was covered with pure white snow, which you can't see in Lingnan. Xiao Baozi and Su Zhe haven't seen snow for two years, and they both want to play in the snow. Xie Yanyan also wants to play.
The next day they stayed in Yichuan Town. Zhou Shaoyu smiled and said, "Uncle Xie, please accompany Xie Yanyan and the others to play. Zhou Huo and I have something to go out for."
Xie Anfeng said: "Do you want the digital brothers to accompany you?"
"No, no, we're just going to do a little errand."
Zhou Shaoyu and Zhou Huo went to do some small errands, and Xie Yanyan called the digital brothers to build a snowman together.
How can the digital brothers make a snowman? They don’t even know how to play.
What is life? This kind of philosophical thing is nothing to a dead soldier. I have been a dead soldier since I was a child. I eat when I have food and drink when I have water. If I have nothing, I just endure it by myself.
Apart from killing people, they can't even speak properly.
The number brothers stared blankly at them making a snowman. They started by rolling up a small ball of snow, pushing it forward, and the snowball started rolling.
The snowball rolled bigger and bigger, and soon two big balls rolled out, a big one at the bottom and a smaller one on top. Then a carrot was inserted as a nose, two big red apples were stuffed in as eyes, and a scarf and a hat were put on, and a snowman was made.
Little Baozi was happy and insisted on making a snowman by himself. Su Zhe wanted to make a big one, but Xie Yanyan felt that the one he made couldn't be smaller than theirs.
So several snowmen were quickly piled up in the yard of the inn.
The innkeeper was itching to try it out, so he pulled his waiters over to join in.
Happiness is contagious.
Xie Yanyan said to the little bun: "Go and call those uncles to build a snowman together."
Xiao Baozi went to call the eighteen death warriors to join him. It was the first time for the death warriors to be called uncle, and they refused to respond. They just said, "Please give your orders, Master."
Little Bun: "Go build your own snowman. Each of us has our own snowman."
The eighteen death warriors also went to make a snowman. They were just quiet, but they were not stupid, and they made a very good snowman.
Xie Yanyan gave them a basket of apples and carrots and asked them to put eyes and nose on the snowman, but they were reluctant to do so because they were very good food.
Xie Yanyan said: "First, make a snowman. After you're done, you can take it down and eat it if you want."
Soon, the yard was full of snowmen, big and small.
The shopkeeper said, "I haven't been this happy for a long time."
Yes, Xie Yanyan thought to herself, I haven’t been so relaxed in these few months since I sent the princess back to Beijing. It turns out that being myself is the happiest thing.
Seeing that they were also wearing coarse black cotton-padded clothes and their noses were constantly running due to the cold, Xie Yanyan asked, "Boss, are there any roadside stalls in your town? The kind that sells food?"
The shopkeeper shook his head and said, "Miss, look around here, let alone the roadside stalls, is there anyone? Some died, some escaped, and those who survived were lucky enough to have something to eat to survive. Where can I find food to set up a stall?"
"Do they have any silver?"
"You mean copper coins? Five-zhu coins?" the shopkeeper said, "Yes, but those copper coins are probably useless. The court keeps changing its currency. Who still recognizes copper coins? Silver is okay, but how much can ordinary people have?"
Does that mean everyone has copper coins?
Xie Yanyan thought about collecting the copper coins. This era was a mess, but the copper coins from those small countries in the contemporary times would be cultural relics for future generations and would have extremely high value.
Research the countries and currencies during the Three Kingdoms, the Jin Dynasty, and the Southern and Northern Dynasties. You can definitely exchange them for good things from Xiaomei.
You have the right not to redeem it, and it will become invalid after expiration. Wouldn’t it be a loss if you don’t redeem it?
So, after building the snowman, she said to the eighteen digital brothers in a serious manner: "I'll assign you a job. From today on, you will go out and sell noodles to support yourself."
Big Brother Digital was shocked. We are selling noodles?
What about noodles? We only know how to kill people, we don’t know how to make noodles or sell noodles!
Xie Yanyan asked: "Do you know how to cook noodles?"
For those who “know” numbers, cooking noodles is the easiest thing to do.
Xie Yanyan took out a few packs of noodles and said, "Watch carefully how to cook the noodles."
Boil water, add the noodles, stir with chopsticks to prevent them from clumping together, and then cook for a while.
The noodles themselves were very fragrant, and Xie Yanyan saw that the shopkeeper was almost dying of greed, so he served him a bowl, added some pickled mustard and chili sauce, and asked him: "Is it delicious?"
The shopkeeper ate without raising his head and praised loudly: "It's delicious, really delicious, and this spicy one is even better."
Xie Yanyan said: "Then how much do you think this bowl of noodles can be sold for before someone is willing to buy it?"
The shopkeeper thought it was delicious, but the people were too poor. He hesitated and said, "It's not expensive to sell this noodle for one or two taels of silver. But who can afford one or two taels of silver? Alas, I'm afraid only one or two wen will buy it."
Xie Yanyan said, "Then buy a bowl for two cents, the soup is free, and the noodles are two cents."
She thought that chili sauce was too luxurious. People in ancient times only pursued food and clothing. So she used pickled Chinese mustard greens, some green leaves, and a little shredded meat to cook a big pot of pickled vegetable soup, and scooped a spoonful of it for the noodles.
3 cents for noodles and soup?
The shopkeeper said in embarrassment: "I can't even afford three cents."
Xie Yanyan thought, it can’t be given away for free, right?
She said to the number buddy, "How about this, you set up a big pot in the town, and the rich people can buy a bowl of noodles for 2 cents, and those who don't have money can exchange it with firewood. A small bundle of firewood can give you a bowl of noodles, and a large bundle can give you two or three bowls. It's up to you."
The digital brothers thought their young lady was crazy. Wouldn’t she lose a lot of money by selling noodles like this?
Xie Yanyan really doesn't want to make money from ordinary people now. She is not a saint, but she can't bear to see the tragedy of cannibalism happen.
Either you buy noodles with money, or you exchange them for noodles with your labor.
"Oh, by the way, I won't give beggars free food, nor will I give them a sip of soup." She hated people who got something for nothing.
She has already given the conditions: firewood for noodles, work for noodles, that's quite kind.
"I will give you raw noodles. For every bowl you sell, you give me one cent. You can keep the rest for yourself. It's your profit." Xie Yanyan said, "When you give the noodles, remember to say that if you want to have enough food or escape famine, go to Xiecheng in Lingnan."
Su Zhe had been listening to Xie Yanyan talking to the digital brothers. He was Su Moqing's biological son and was much smarter than the Xie brothers.
He knew that the county princess wanted to help the people in this way and bring popularity to Lingnan.
More importantly, she wanted these big brothers (he wondered: Are they secret guards?) to be self-reliant, integrate into the human race, stop being secret guards, and become workers in the sun.
Su Zhe volunteered: "I will go with my brothers to sell soup noodles and promote Xiecheng."
This is naturally the best. Although Su Zhe is only 12 years old, he already has a lot of his father's style.
Zhou Shaoyu and Zhou Huo went out on horseback for two days before returning.
When I returned to Yichuan Town, I saw two long queues on the street. There were many people sitting on the roadside, slurping noodles in the cold wind.
There were two large pots steaming on the makeshift earthen stove.
Several men were standing by the pot, scooping up noodles with chopsticks more than two feet long in their hands.
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