"This is equivalent to an ID card..." After going out, Jiang Xingchen played with a round iron plate in his hand. Mei'er gave it to him in the morning. The iron plate had the word Jiangling printed on the front and Qiankun printed on the back.
March 9, 217, was obviously his date of birth. When Meier gave him the iron badge, she told him that he couldn't find a job without it, so he thought of the ID card.
Although he wanted to tell the little girl that he was not out looking for work, but seeing Mei'er's serious look, he still did not explain and silently took the iron plate.
"The workmanship is very fine. It seems that the iron smelting industry in this world is developing well... But it is right to think about it. With so many people practicing martial arts, the demand for weapons will be high. Of course, the smelting industry will develop rapidly..."
After holding the iron plate and examining it carefully for a while, he put it in his arms and walked forward facing the rising sun.
Jiang Xingchen has a very strong adaptability. As he understands the world more and more deeply, he gradually begins to integrate into it. Therefore, going out alone today makes him feel more relaxed than yesterday.
Originally, he wanted to take Mei'er out with him, but when he thought that the little girl had been working hard for days and it was time for a good rest at home, he ignored her objection and did not take her with him! Anyway, he had a good sense of direction and walked through it.
I can remember the road, and I am not afraid of not being able to find my way back...
The sun was setting in the west, and the day passed quickly. The door of the small courtyard was opened, and Jiang Xingchen walked in with a tired look.
"Brother! How are you? Have you found a job? Have you made any money?" Meier hurriedly welcomed him into the room and sat down. While asking quickly, she poured a bowl of hot water and put it on the table, then her eyes lit up.
Staring at him nervously.
"Not yet...but there are already ways to make money!" Jiang Xingchen just said this when he saw Mei'er's expression change and he hurriedly explained behind him, showing a seemingly relaxed smile.
"Really?" Meier obviously didn't believe it and asked in confusion: "What is the way to make money?"
"Keep it secret!" Jiang Xingchen reached out and flicked Mei'er's head and asked, "Is the hot water ready?"
"It's already boiling. Brother, do you want to take a bath? I'll prepare it for you..."
"No, you should eat first. There weren't many pancakes left yesterday. You must be hungry. I can just go by myself!" Jiang Xingchen took out a few white pancakes and handed them to Mei'er, then stood up and left the main room.
Mei'er did not eat, but looked down at the noodle cake in her hand, her two slender eyebrows wrinkled...
The water mist in the kitchen was hazy, Jiang Xingchen's whole body was soaked in the large wooden basin, his expression gradually became serious.
He had gained nothing all day today, and making money was not as easy as he imagined.
After these two days of observation, he planned to start with food. Although it can be judged from the smell of the restaurants in the market and the green onion pot, the diet in this society is not that poor. At least there are stir-fry dishes, but it will never be the same.
It’s too rich, as can be seen from the little girl’s dream talk about the types of staple food. There are no steamed buns, steamed buns, or flatbreads.
However, when he rushed to the market he had visited yesterday, he saw seven or eight big men surrounding a stall buying white flour cakes. The thin stall owner was handing a large handful of copper coins into the hands of one of the big men. And yesterday he
The stall owner who was buying noodles was watching from a short distance away with a sneer.
In the end, the big men not only took away the money, but also kicked the stall over. The white flour cakes fell to the floor and were robbed by a group of beggars who appeared out of nowhere.
Jiang Xingchen's heart suddenly cooled down, and his inflated confidence also cooled down. The proud and impetuous mentality that had arisen at some point calmed down little by little. Only then did he realize that he had taken everything too much for granted.
Making money is not that easy.
At first, he wanted to sell steamed buns in the market, but after seeing this scene, he knew that it would definitely not work.
Afterwards, Jiang Xingchen thought about it for a long time and decided to cooperate with the restaurant. Although he was at a disadvantage and might lose profits, he had to make money, otherwise if he delayed it for two more days, he might be back to the embarrassing situation of having nothing yesterday, and this
For once there were no more clothes to sell!
"It's a loss. At worst, I'll sell them the method of steaming steamed buns! Anyway, I know a lot of cooking methods!" Jiang Xingchen thought at that time. During college, when he was working during the summer, the school cafeteria was closed, so he cooked all his own meals.
Although the food and craftsmanship are not superb, there is nothing wrong with the home-cooked food.
However, what happened next gave him another blow. The waiter at the restaurant didn't let him in at all, and sent him away with the words "You stinky beggar, get out of here."
At that time, he wanted to explain a few words, but when he saw the waiter calling two big men, he quickly turned around and left.
Later, not wanting to give up, he went to several restaurants in succession, but the encounters were similar. The larger restaurants wouldn't let him in at all. No wonder they wouldn't let him in. There wasn't anyone wearing linen in the entire restaurant.
As for smaller restaurants, when the waiters heard that he was looking for the manager, they all asked him why. When they heard him say that he could make new foods and how they tasted, they almost kicked him out as a liar.
One family wanted to arrest him and send him to the Hongyuan City Security Team.
As the day passed, Jiang Xingchen felt like crying but had no tears. If he had known this, he would not have been able to sell clothes. But through this day, he had a deeper understanding of the differences in class status in this society.
"Pah!" Jiang Xingchen slapped the water surface hard, causing a splash of water, and thought to himself: "I'm going to buy the ingredients tomorrow. I'll make them at home and take the samples! No matter what, I have to make money, so hurry up and activate my energy.
Quan, I can’t live like this anymore!”
"Brother! Are you okay? It's been a month and you haven't finished washing yet?" Meier's voice sounded outside the door.
"Oh! It's okay, I'll be out right away!" Jiang Xingchen responded, stood up from the basin, wiped off his clothes, and returned to the bedroom.
After eating three white flour cakes in one breath, Jiang Xingchen used the breathing method again, and did not stop until the Taichu Formation developed again and spread to his neck.
"It feels like the Taichu Array spreads more slowly the farther back it goes. At this rate, even if I spend all my money to buy white flour cakes to eat, it won't be able to spread to the whole body..." Jiang Xingchen's eyes gradually became lost in thought, and his two sword eyebrows couldn't help but spread.
The ground wrinkled.
"Squeak!" The door opened, Mei'er walked into the room, took a piece of lit firewood, and lit the oil lamp on the wall.
Jiang Xingchen came back from his thoughts, raised his head, and saw that the sky had completely darkened.
"Brother, have you finished eating?" Meier put out the firewood, put it at the door, turned around and asked.
At this time, Mei'er had just taken a shower. Her wet hair was spread on her shoulders. Maybe it was because she had rested for a whole day. The sallowness on her face had faded a little, and she was slightly rosy. She looked extremely beautiful under the light. Her eyes were
The bloodshot eyes also disappeared, and the clear black and white eyes were like a clear spring, looking extremely clean and pure.
"The little girl is so beautiful!" Jiang Xingchen smiled and nodded. Looking at those clean eyes, he felt that the annoyance in his heart was slightly relieved.
"Brother, don't be discouraged! If you didn't find a job today, you can just look for it tomorrow. I haven't found a job for several days before..." Meier walked up behind Jiang Xingchen and put her hands gently on his shoulders,
While kneading, he said.
Feeling a little bit of pain and numbness, the comfortable Jiang Xingchen's whole body softened, and he let out an uncontrollable low moan from his nose.
"We still have some money on hand. If we return this house in a few days and save a little, we can support it for a long time... During this period, my brother will definitely be able to find a good job!" Meier continued.
"Brother promised you that he would let you live in a big house..." Jiang Xingchen's limp body gradually lost support and leaned back on Mei'er.
"Mei'er has been very satisfied these past few days. My brother has never taken such good care of me..." Mei'er stopped moving, moved her arms forward, put them on Jiang Xingchen's shoulders, and then gently hugged him.
In my arms.
Being held by Mei'er, Jiang Xingchen completely relaxed, all the worries of the day disappeared, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.
"Brother, it's been a tiring day, go to bed early!" Meier whispered in Jiang Xingchen's ear.
"Yeah!" Jiang Xingchen stood up unconsciously and walked to the bed...
Early the next morning, before Jiang Xingchen went out, Meier suddenly stopped him and said, "Brother, I may go to Uncle Huang's place today to return the money to him and see if he needs anyone for his charcoal business.
help!"
Jiang Xingchen frowned and said: "I should pay back the money. Why do I need your help in the charcoal business? Uncle Huang's family has two sons, and you are only thirteen years old..."
"Oh!" Mei'er pouted and said angrily: "Uncle Huang is so kind and helped us when we were in the most difficult time, why should we do our best?"
Jiang Xingchen pondered for a moment and nodded: "Well, I guess Uncle Huang won't let you work! Give you money...don't be willing to spend money yourself, buy black flour cakes to eat!"
With that said, Jiang Xingchen took out thirty copper coins and handed them to Mei'er, then patted her little head and turned around and walked out of the yard.
"I got it!" Meier wrinkled her nose at Jiang Xingchen's back, made a face, turned around and ran back to the house...
After Jiang Xingchen left home today, he ran directly to the market, prepared to buy flour, baked a few dough cakes at home, and took them directly to the restaurant to avoid being regarded as a liar again. Steaming steamed buns requires rising dough, and just making dough requires no more
He couldn't wait for a short time.
All the way to the rice noodle shop in the market, Jiang Xingchen was looking at the prices of rice noodles when he heard a sudden conversation between two people at the door.
"Shopkeeper Wang, has your Yingbin Restaurant been selected by Captain Mo?"
"How could it be possible to choose, not even Furongzhai! I'm wondering why Captain Mo is so disgusted with the smell of meat. We use high-quality bison meat, and I can't taste the smell... It seems
No one can take away the bounty of three hundred topaz coins from the Bauhinia Mercenary Group!"
"Furongzhai and the others didn't go there for the three hundred topaz coins, they came for the top ingredient of the sword-backed pork back..."
Jiang Xingchen didn't hear the rest of the words, as he had already been completely distracted by the three hundred topaz coins.
"Bauhinia Mercenary Group, three hundred topaz coins...what an opportunity!" Jiang Xingchen didn't buy anything, turned around and left quickly.