Chapter 196: Generation difference!
After taking a short nap in the afternoon, Jiang Yuzhu decided to take a walk in Ruyang County and secretly visit Fugui Tower.
After leaving Beijing, Jiang Yuzhu occasionally stayed overnight in towns along the way, and experienced the customs and habits of various places.
Some officials are smooth-talking, some are upright, and some are passive and lazy, performing neither well nor badly.
This was the first time Jiang Yuzhu had seen a dog official like County Magistrate Cao, whose reputation was even worse than that of a rotten fish.
No wonder the people are poor, their blood and flesh have been sucked clean by the corrupt officials.
"Yuzhu, blast the mountain to open up a road and build an official road. This is the memorial that my husband has just drafted to serve as the Minister of Works."
Xie Zhao only made rough suggestions and has not studied them in detail.
The original intention of blasting mountains to open roads was to shorten the time that caravans traveling north and south spent on the road.
Some official roads are narrow, while others require going around the mountains, which can take several days and waste a lot of manpower and resources.
"If a flat road is built to transport fruits from the south to the north every year, the loss of large quantities of fruits can be reduced. With less loss, the price of fruits will drop, and one day they can enter the tables of ordinary people."
Xie Zhao's original intention was good. He also suggested that before blasting the mountain to open the road, they must first survey and formulate a plan based on the surrounding geology and landforms.
In addition, the occupied farmland and forests should be compensated to the surrounding villagers so that the people can be settled.
"Ruyang County received a document from the Ministry of Works in Beijing. The funds allocated by the Ministry of Works must have been embezzled by Magistrate Cao."
The compensation for the land, the cost of occupying the land, and the resettlement fees for the people, all added up to at least tens of thousands of taels of silver.
Magistrate Cao is so bold that he doesn't give a penny to the villagers!
Xie Zhao frowned and said seriously, "It seems that Magistrate Cao has a backer in the capital. Otherwise, how could a small magistrate like him conceal the truth?"
As they were talking, the couple took their servants to the county in a low-key manner and went straight to Fugui Building.
It’s Shen Shizheng, just in time for dinner.
The waiter of Fuguilou was welcoming guests at the door. When he saw the stranger, he stepped forward and said, "Dear guest, our Fuguilou is the best restaurant in Ruyang. If you come to Ruyang and don't eat at Fuguilou, it's like coming in vain. There is nothing that our chef can't cook, no matter what flies in the sky or swims in the water!"
As the waiter spoke, he also reported the names of the dishes to the customers passing by.
Some inexperienced people passing by for the first time were fooled in by the waiter with just a few words.
"Madam, our Fuguilou's health tea is the most famous. Drinking a cup will make your complexion fair and rosy, and you will be ten years younger!"
After Jiang Yuzhu was dressed up, her nasolabial folds and crow's feet were drawn, and her complexion was not so bright, but she looked ten years older.
Ever since Xie Zhao got a pockmarked face mask, Jiang Yuzhu has had a sense of crisis. Since she couldn't buy a suitable mask, she could only figure it out through makeup, and she actually mastered the method.
When the painting became old, the maidservant around her could hardly recognize her.
Following beside Xie Zhao, the man with pockmarked face and mask, Jiang Yuzhu remained calm and composed.
The young man's eyes rolled around with a gleam in his eyes. After thinking for a long time, he finally figured out the identities of the man and woman in front of him.
The old lady is young, well-maintained and dignified!
As for the pockmarked man following her, judging by the old lady's lead, he should be her son.
"You are passing by here, right? It would be a good idea to come to our Fuguilou. Your son seems to be somewhat interested as well."
After the young man finished speaking, he chuckled twice.
Jiang Yuzhu paused and almost screamed, what the hell is your son?
She looked at Xie Zhao's pockmarked face and suddenly remembered that she had put on makeup to avoid being seen.
Now that she was mistaken by the young waiter as Xie Zhao's mother, she had no choice but to say sorry to her mother-in-law, Shen, in her heart.
"My son likes to eat eight-treasure sauce duck. Does Fuguilou have this dish?"
What a generation difference!
However, Jiang Yuzhu had no burden in taking advantage of Xie Zhao and secretly winked at him playfully.
Xie Zhao had no choice but to stand aside and watch his wife perform.
When the waiter heard that the fish was about to be hooked, he tried his best to introduce it: "Of course, when it comes to making ducks, Fuguilou is the best. No one in Ruyang dares to claim to be second!"
The young man bowed and nodded, led the way in front, and also stood sideways to receive guests, ensuring that they were warm and thoughtful.
If Jiang Yuzhu hadn't learned that Fuguilou's move was intended to defraud people, she would have even felt at home.
A restaurant with smart waiters and considerate service will definitely win the favor of customers.
"Sir, what is your name?"
The waiter specially asked someone to switch to a private room and invited the group of people in.
"Single word late."
Xie Zhao looked at Jiang Yuzhu thoughtfully, and then replied coldly.
Wanwan was the nickname of their unborn child, and Xie Zhao always kept it in mind.
The waiter had a strange expression for a moment, but quickly covered it up with a smile. He held the menu in both hands and said, "Mr. Wan, please order."
Xie Zhao didn't even look at it and pushed it in front of Jiang Yuzhu.
Jiang Yuzhu was not polite and ordered a table of signature dishes naturally.
She was not afraid that Fuguilou would cheat her, as she could get the money back anyway, mainly for the sake of tasting the specialties.
"Mr. Wan, do you need more food?"
The young man hesitated and asked again.
Xie Zhao waved his hand, sipped his tea and said, "No need."
The waiter choked, then left with the menu and kindly helped the group close the door of the private room.
As soon as he came out, the shopkeeper winked and asked in a low voice, "Fat sheep?"
"He is a rich man, but unfortunately..."
The young man curled his lips and said disdainfully, "The pockmarked face inside is just a yes-man. He has no ideas of his own and just listens to his mother!"
After marriage, obey your husband; after your husband's death, obey your son.
The old lady didn't bring any men with her, so logically the son should be the one to make the decision.
After hearing this, the shopkeeper shook his head and hummed a little tune, saying, "This is called filial piety. Who doesn't listen to their mother at home?"
The young man said speechlessly: "If you say so, then so be it!"
This mother and son are a little different from normal ones.
As a bystander, the young man saw it clearly and always felt something was strange.
The shopkeeper didn't care at all. They were in the business of welcoming customers, so they could encounter anything. He said suspiciously: "Maybe it's not the biological son, but a stepson. Maybe it's a young prostitute raised by a rich lady, brought out to see the world..."
The young man spat out a mouthful of water and nearly coughed up his lungs. His face turned red. "Boss, you didn't see the pockmarks on that young man's face. They say a son takes after his mother. These mother and son really don't look alike. They are definitely not biological children!"
As for the young prostitutes, most of them make a living by their looks, and it is still a bit difficult for someone with a pockmarked face to do so.
The door of the private room was ajar, and Xie Zhao was eavesdropping by the door while holding Jiang Yuzhu.
Jiang Yuzhu covered her lower abdomen with her hands and almost had cramps from laughing.
Mama's boy, stepson, young prostitute, in just a short moment, her relationship with Xie Zhao had changed into seven or eight different kinds of relationships.
Xie Zhao's back was tense, his fingers caressed Jiang Yuzhu's cheek intermittently, his eyes seemed to be on fire, he held her in his arms and asked hoarsely: "Madam, is it fun?"
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