Xiao Changsheng, who was standing opposite Su Jiaoniang, suddenly shuddered.
He looked up at Su Jiaoniang. The person opposite him still had a gentle expression and a beautiful face. Why did he feel a little scared just now? It must have been his imagination.
"You've already tried selling smoothies and gained an understanding of the lives of people at the bottom of society. Poor people can't even afford a bowl of smoothies in a year, while rich people wear gold and silver and eat meat at every meal. So what are your thoughts?" Su Jiaoniang asked.
Xiao Changsheng looked confused. Why should he have any thoughts?
"My thought is, if everyone were rich, it would be so much easier for us to make money. Why are there so many poor people?" Under Su Jiaoniang's gaze, Xiao Changsheng stammered out his thoughts.
Su Jiaoniang? Is this the way the little emperor thinks?
Did she do something wrong? Why does the little emperor think like an ordinary citizen?
"You should make up your mind to eliminate the poor and strive to lead the impoverished people to a prosperous and comfortable life," Su Jiaoniang advised Xiao Changsheng, thinking of the policies and guidelines of future generations.
Gu Changsheng shook his head violently.
Eliminate the poor?
He was already doing very well just to live a peaceful and safe life.
"Auntie, my head hurts. I want to buy some smoothies, I want to eat cake, and I want to be your son." After saying this, he looked at Su Jiaoniang with pleading eyes. He truly loved this family.
Although they weren't wealthy, they ate better than anyone in the palace! And they didn't have to worry about being poisoned. Someone was wholeheartedly protecting him, not because he was the emperor or because there was anything to gain from him, but simply because he was still a child!
He enjoyed this peaceful life.
Fu Tu frowned, his dark gaze falling on Chang Sheng.
He suddenly felt that this young man was being a bit unreasonable.
He still misses his mother to this day.
Under the cold, piercing gaze of the Buddha, he would have been terrified and retreated long ago under any other circumstances.
But right now, all he wants is a mother!
Su Jiaoniang smiled and said, "If you don't like being called 'aunt,' just call me 'auntie.' As for whether it's 'mother' or not, when the feelings are there, it's just a form of address." Su Jiaoniang comforted Xiao Changsheng. She didn't want to be the little emperor's mother; that would be a sitting duck, and who knew how much trouble it would cause.
"Can I call my godmother?" Godmother is also a mother, so you can call her "mother" too.
Changsheng admits that he lacks love, and he can only have the mother of his dreams by shamelessly clinging to her.
Su Jiaoniang wanted to shake her head, but she was stunned when she met the child's longing gaze.
She said, "Do as you please."
He added, “I will find you a qualified gentleman. You should think carefully about how to eliminate all the poor. As for selling smoothies, don’t compete with the brothers in the orphanage. They also need skills to make a living.”
Gu Changsheng felt very wronged!
I feel so wronged!
He was the one who sold the smoothies first.
The little Buddha standing to the side frowned and suddenly spoke up: "Poor people, if you kill them all, you'll be eliminated."
"!!!!" Su Jiaoniang almost spat out a mouthful of cold blood. How did it suddenly turn into a massacre?!
She looked at the little Buddha, extended her loving hand as an old mother, and tried to put on a kind and gentle expression: "Good children should not fight and kill. Killing is easy, but after killing, one has to face daily interrogation and self-blame. That kind of guilt can drive a person crazy."
“If you’re not crazy, why would you be crazy!” Fu Tu frowned. Seeing Su Jiao Niang’s face growing increasingly pale, he sighed softly, “I won’t kill anyone. Fu Tu is a good child. I won’t kill anyone.”
Upon hearing this, Su Jiaoniang's expression remained unreadable for a moment.
The child is developing in the direction she wanted, without any intention to destroy the world. Although she occasionally makes statements that are not easy for people to accept, in general, she does not gouge out people's eyes, break their limbs, or take their lives casually.
Xiao Ya looked at the Buddha statue, then at Changsheng. She took Su Jiaoniang's hand and said softly, "Just focus on farming, do some small business in your spare time, work hard to make a living, and you'll have money and won't be poor anymore."
Su Jiaoniang looked down at the little girl and felt a warm feeling in her heart.
Sure enough, my daughter is my sweet little angel, and her answer was exactly the right one.
However, when the rebellious son Futu heard the standard answer, he scoffed, and the adopted son Changsheng rolled his eyes. Su Jiaoniang felt that her heart could not take the blow.
"Mommy, let's ignore those bad brothers, they don't understand. I'm going to sell cold noodles with Gouhua!" Little Ya said, carrying her little basket and walking towards Zhang the blacksmith's house.
He took Gouhua and his brothers back home, carried the heavy straw belt to the county town, and began his day's business.
As for immortality, his daily task was to think about how to eliminate the poor.
Xiao Changsheng was quite busy; he had to go to Doctor Liu's place to learn medicine.
Su Jiaoniang headed to the county town as usual to continue selling fried chicken! The raw materials were relatively easy to obtain. Almost every household in the village had a few chickens. When villagers went to the county town market, most of them were there to sell eggs or chickens and ducks, so she could buy them from the villagers.
Since we're all from the same village, the price can be even cheaper!
Fried chicken is currently our best business, and we can't let it stop!
She walked into the orphanage for the disabled and children. Tiger Girl was washing clothes. The child whose legs had been broken and repaired was named Li Chen. The melancholy and sullen little Li Chen's eyes lit up the moment he saw Su Jiaoniang.
Looking at the somewhat dejected children in the courtyard, Su Jiaoniang knew that delicious food was something that could bring people happiness.
High-calorie foods bring more happiness.
I couldn't resist frying the eggs I brought in the oil, and then we shared some of the fried chicken pieces with everyone.
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