Soon, Su Jiaoniang banished this unrealistic idea from her mind, found the child who was exhausted from playing, and left the Cai family with the child.
In some situations, it's not so bad if an adult like her bumps into something.
If the three children were to see this, just thinking about it would make Su Jiaoniang's head explode.
Rest for one night.
The next morning, Su Jiaoniang resumed work, buying some chickens from the village, plucking and cleaning them, and taking them to the county town to sell fried chicken. The streets were bustling with people, and the aroma of fried chicken filled the air once again. Regular customers could find Su Jiaoniang by following the smell.
Regular customers would come up and greet Su Jiaoniang when they saw her selling fried chicken.
Su Jiaoniang responded with a smile.
The method for making fried chicken has yet to be cracked. Su Jiaoniang's breadcrumbs look simple, but there's something missing if you want to imitate them.
In this way, the fried chicken is still unique to Su Jiaoniang.
The cold noodles were given to the Cai family, and the shaved ice was given to Fu Chuntang. The money they received gave Su Jiaoniang a foothold in this world, and at this moment she could finally breathe a little easier.
Someone spotted Su Jiaoniang and asked, "Miss Su, are you still buying the cold noodles from your dock? I haven't had them for a month or so, I'm really craving them!"
"They're selling all over the dock. We'll set up a stall there another day," Su Jiaoniang said.
The recipe for liangpi (cold skin noodles) is sold, but not exclusively.
If Xiaoya likes it, she can continue with Gouhua.
As for Xiaoya's studies, it's enough that she's sensible, knowledgeable, and happy. There's no need for her to become a learned person.
The fried chicken sold out quickly, and Su Jiaoniang returned to the village, where she noticed an extra person in the courtyard.
Lu Wujiu held a cup of tea, leaned back in the hanging chair, and looked extremely relaxed. Beside him were the words written by Changsheng and Futu.
The moment he saw Su Jiaoniang, his gaze swept over her: "Miss Su, you have such literary talent. Longing is endless, and short longing is boundless. If you hadn't experienced a deeply unforgettable love, you probably couldn't have written such poems."
“It wasn’t written by me; it was written by a man named Li Bai whom my husband once knew.”
Su Jiaoniang stared at the childish handwriting on the Xuan paper, speechless for a moment.
However, the poems he casually recited were so eye-catching that he truly deserved to be called the "Poet Immortal"!
Lu Wujiu nodded with a half-smile, not exposing Su Jiaoniang's lie. If that Li Bai could write such poems, they would probably be famous throughout the world by now. How could it be unheard of?
He doesn't want to be known for his talent; he's quite a perceptive person.
In this world, a woman's talent and reputation don't necessarily bring her honor.
The world's praise and criticism are nothing but troubles.
He put away the Xuan paper in his hand and glanced at Su Jiaoniang: "I wonder which room Su Jiaoniang has arranged for me?"
"Over there!" Su Jiaoniang pointed to a room. The house cost more than twenty taels of silver to build, and half the village came to help. There was no doubt about the quality of the construction. As for the size, it was the largest in the village, with three courtyards, a corridor, and a pavilion.
The flower field was entirely planted with chili peppers that had small white flowers.
Seeing the small green chili peppers hanging on the plant, Su Jiaoniang's smile grew even brighter.
Is this a chili pepper?
No, this is money!
Is this gold!
She was an ordinary person whose favorite things were yellowish-brown and golden metal. She wandered among the seedlings, found two reddish peppers, picked them, and put them in the kitchen.
Lu Wujiu turned around, his gaze falling on the chili seedlings planted in the courtyard. He didn't say anything. After putting his things in the room and quickly washing up, he came out of the room and found a dark-skinned man in the yard.
Sun-tanned Zhang Sanzhu carried a pig-slaughtering knife on his back and looked at Su Jiaoniang with deep affection: "I'm going to the next village to slaughter a pig."
"Go ahead and do your best. There are 360 professions, and every profession can produce an expert. There is no distinction between high and low status in work." Su Jiaoniang pondered for a moment and gave Zhang Sanzhu a deep encouragement.
Zhang Sanzhu hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Can't you really forget him and consider other people?"
Zhang Sanzhu stood tall, making futile efforts.
Su Jiaoniang stared at Zhang Sanzhu for a long time. She liked good-looking people. Sanzhu was strong and manly, but she wasn't interested. This damned face-obsessed nature of hers!
"I can't forget the father of my child." After a long silence, Su Jiaoniang composed herself and began to tell a lie.
Zhang Sanzhu walked out of Su Jiaoniang's new courtyard.
He glanced at the brand-new courtyard; it was so big, he really didn't deserve it!
Leave quietly!
Lu Wujiu closed the small window, not particularly concerned about what was happening outside. He was keenly aware of his purpose here: to educate the children, guide them onto the right path, and incidentally investigate the truth behind his lingering resentment. Once those matters were resolved, he should return to Qi to continue being his regent.
In mid-August, Lucheng was still shrouded in sweltering heat, like a steamer.
On hot days, the men in the village all like to bathe in the river.
That night, Lu Dashan walked towards the river and saw the large courtyard that Su Jiaoniang had built. His heart was filled with boundless anger and bitterness. If he hadn't driven Su Jiaoniang out back then, wouldn't he be the one living in that courtyard now?
No, even if you kick him out, bones are still connected by tendons. It wouldn't be difficult for him to live in the new courtyard if he wanted to.
"I have to find a way in," Lu Dashan thought, his eyes flashing, and he walked towards the river.
In the brand-new and beautiful courtyard.
Gu Changsheng and Lu Futu sat in the study.
Looking at the two desks side by side, and the writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones placed in the study.
Fu Tu glanced at it briefly, then frowned. Xuan paper was expensive, inkstones weren't cheap either, and primers were even more expensive. These things in the study must have already drained the family's savings.
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