Huo Chengxu pursed his lips and shook his head.
Life here is very comfortable and peaceful. Staying here, you can feel the life that a human being should have.
I really like it!
I don't want to leave!
Seeing that the child didn't speak, Su Jiaoniang stopped asking and told him that he would speak when he wanted to go back.
Fu Tu was not happy. He wanted to send Huo Chengxu away as soon as possible. Every day he stayed here, Xiao Ya would be in danger. This future was too cruel.
It's better to live forever!
Seeing that Futu was staring at Chengxu, Su Jiaoniang smiled and said, "You two look alike and are about the same age. It's fate. Have fun and don't quarrel."
Chengxu nodded.
He listened to Su Jiaoniang's words without question.
Fu Tu nodded slightly; he was becoming more and more like Lu Wujiu.
Especially actions done unintentionally.
Su Jiaoniang ate her braised food while listening to the gossip around her.
"Do you want to move to the village and live with us?" Su Jiaoniang asked Chengxu as they left the shop.
Huo Chengxu shook his head. He was used to it here and felt safe here. He didn't have to be afraid of dying.
Su Jiaoniang glanced at the sky and left the shop with Futu.
She suddenly asked, "Do you have ill intentions towards Chengxu?"
Fu Tu looked up and met Su Jiaoniang's gaze, and said, "He is not suitable for Xiao Ya."
"Pfft." Su Jiaoniang laughed.
They're still just kids, and they're already thinking about these things.
"Don't worry, Xiaoya isn't blind." The girl is beautiful, Lu Wujiu teaches her diligently, and Feng Yuwei is a master of calligraphy and painting with excellent character. Under the influence of such people, would Xiaoya be a fool?
Futu felt that Xiaoya was actually a bit blind.
The two walked back to the village one after the other.
Su Jiaoniang saw Widow Han again.
Widow Han carried a basket filled with vegetables and fruits and walked towards the village chief's house.
...
Su Jiaoniang withdrew her gaze, no longer paying attention to unimportant people.
Back in Doctor Liu's courtyard, seeing Doctor Liu's red eyes, Su Jiaoniang's lips twitched: "What's wrong with you?"
"These are all anesthetics, enough for a long time. Su girl, find a few more places with poppies and raid them all." Doctor Liu was so tired that his eyelids were drooping, but he hadn't even retrieved all the anesthetics yet.
Even if it's purified, we still need to figure out a way to preserve it.
Su Jiaoniang urged Doctor Liu to let the old man go and rest.
At such an old age, they still don't know how to take care of their health.
They're not afraid of sudden death.
She glanced at the closed door, went inside, and helped bring out the remaining anesthetic.
Su Tong looked much better in the courtyard. He quietly pounded the medicine, and when he saw Su Jiaoniang approaching, a serene smile appeared on his face.
It seems they've stopped obsessing over minor details.
The weight lifted from Su Jiaoniang's heart: "It's good that you can think things through."
“Yes,” Su Tong nodded.
He reached out and touched the corner of Su Jiaoniang's eye: "Dean, don't work too hard. Eat well and sleep well."
After learning some medical knowledge, Su Tong increasingly agreed with the old saying: if you eat well and sleep well, you will have no worries in life.
If even eating and sleeping become problems, then that's a big problem.
Su Jiaoniang returned home.
in this way.
Two days later, the county magistrate finally took office.
Su Jiaoniang led Futu to take a look, and when they saw the people sitting there, their faces showed shock.
It's Song Qian!
He wore a gold-rimmed mask, sat in a sedan chair carried by eight men, and smelled faintly of herbs.
"How could it be him?" Fu Tu suppressed his surprise and asked, turning to look at Su Jiao Niang.
Now that Song Qian has become the county magistrate, he will inevitably take action against them.
Song Qian is malicious! What will he do to them?
...
In an instant, Futu thought of many ways to kill Song Qian.
Among the officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were fat ones, hunchbacked ones, and lame ones, but this was the first one to have a mask on his face.
Those who came to welcome the new magistrate stared at the mask on Song Qian's face and whispered among themselves.
Sitting in the sedan chair, Song Qian paid no attention to what these people were saying. He raised his hand, revealing his twisted, scarred hand, which frightened the children in the crowd to tears.
This hand was touched by hot oil poured on it by Su Jiaoniang.
His light gaze searched through the crowd, and the moment he saw Su Jiaoniang, his eyes lit up with interest.
It's as if to say, "Just you wait and see."
Su Jiaoniang and Futu returned to the hot pot shop.
The two were face to face.
"Would he target the business?"
"Your participation in the imperial examination for children may encounter some setbacks."
The two spoke at the same time, looked at each other, and smiled.
"There will be setbacks, there will be setbacks. At worst, we can just not take the exam," Fu Tu said, showing that he was not so eager for fame and fortune.
After all, he was the Master of Ceremonies in his previous life.
He was second only to the emperor and above all others.
Su Jiaoniang glanced back at her shop. If someone wanted to mess with her shop, it would be very simple. All they had to do was put some poison in the shared condiment dish, kill a few people, and she would be in deep trouble.
If the hot pot restaurant doesn't open, the anti-drug squad won't have enough money to support and train its members.
Futu suddenly said, "Mother, was I wrong?"
He had the opportunity to kill Song Qian before, but he wanted to use Song Qian as bait.
As a result, the bait went to the capital and, just like a fish entering the water, it concealed the Black-Clad Guards' investigation and even gave him such a big surprise.
I've gained experience.
If we become enemies in the future.
Without giving them a chance to live, they were eliminated directly; a ruthless glint flashed in Futu's eyes.
"It's good that you know you were wrong!" Su Jiaoniang touched Futu's forehead. It's good that you've made a mistake and are correcting it.
He glanced at his own shop and began to think about how to preserve the business.
The two sat quietly when Su Jiaoniang's eyes suddenly lit up: "I've got an idea."
"What method?" Futu looked at the other side.
Su Jiaoniang said with a smile, "Song Qian is targeting us probably to continue promoting poppies, using them to control people and achieve ulterior motives. The fact that he was able to return from the capital, make a flurry of activity, and even gain an official position proves that he has someone protecting him in the court. If we cut off that person's protection..."
“However, if we passively wait for him to make a move, the shop’s business will suffer, the reputation will be lost forever, and it could even lead to someone’s death,” Fu Tu frowned and gave a warning.
Su Jiaoniang chuckled, "That's easy!"
She didn't wait for Song Qian to frame her business; she took matters into her own hands.
Follow his path, and leave him with nowhere to go.
So, who collapsed?
Fu Tu couldn't quite understand Su Jiao Niang's idea. She hired someone to put on a show, ruined the shop's business, took it to court, and even had her shop shut down.
Su Jiaoniang patted her son's head: "This is a plan, just watch and see."
As Su Jiaoniang left the shop, a heavy expression appeared on her face, and the ease and comfort she had shown while talking to Futu vanished in an instant.
Futu also wore a dark expression.
The two walked step by step into the village.
From any perspective, the two share the same sense of helplessness.
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