Datang Fenghua Road

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She raised a beautiful face of peerless elegance, her words brought back memories, and her voice was like a mosquito, and she judoed softly: "My father taught me a kind of old Beijing fried noodles, I think he will like it!"

"What noodles? Who likes to eat?" The old woman had bad ears and couldn't hear clearly for a while.

Zixia giggled: "Old Beijing fried noodles, this is my father's hometown noodles, the man I married loves to eat..."

"So you know how to make noodles, that's pretty good. Our Lord Hou also likes to eat noodles. Later, when he comes to drink porridge, I will help you introduce the business!"

This is the unintentional rant of the elderly, but Zixia is very happy to hear it.

Chapter 311 He Really Did It

At sunset, Cangshan is far away, the weather is cold and the houses are poor, the Chaimen hears the barking of dogs, and the people return at night in the wind and snow.The night in the northeast was cold and freezing, Shenyang City lit up thousands of lights, and many hawkers began to close their stalls.

Life is hard, life is not easy, and no one goes shopping at night. Instead of staying cold on the street, it is better to go home early to warm up the fire and have a warm meal.

After all, Shenyang City is a newly built city. No matter how large the population is, it still cannot become prosperous at night. There is no reason for this. The city lacks a heritage accumulated over the years.

The people in the city are all newly migrated residents. They don’t have much money in their pockets. They work hard during the day, and most of them stay at home at night and do not go out.

Zixia helped the old woman to clean up the stack of tableware and chopsticks, her eyes swept slightly on the cold street, and she said softly: "Auntie, it's already dark, everyone is closing the stalls, I will help you too!"

The old woman looked at the cauldron for cooking porridge, and smiled happily. Her teeth-lost mouth could hardly be closed. She nodded repeatedly and said, "It's time to close the stall, it's time to close the stall. Today's business is really good. The pot of pork porridge is all sold out. My daughter, this old man is in your favor. But we can’t do business like this. Later, my aunt will sew a cone hat for you to cover your face. You can wear it when you leave the stall tomorrow, so as not to be old. It was peeped..."

Zixia blushed slightly, and said softly, "Thank you, aunt, I was just thinking about what to do tomorrow. My husband hasn't married me yet. I can't keep showing up, and I'll be unhappy when he finds out."

"Yes, yes!" The old woman nodded again and again and praised: "Wa'er, you can abide by the law of women, and the old man admires it very much."

Zixia smiled at her, and the two women began to close the stall.

At this time, it was just night, and the weather was not particularly cold, but there was a sudden dampness in the air, and there were even snowflakes falling.

"It's snowing?" Zixia raised her head slightly and reached out to catch a snowflake.

There was a gleam in her eyes, even more crystal than snowflakes. "Shuang Leng Xuehan, it's been a long night, I wonder if he will miss me tonight..."

A girl's feelings, she must feel emotional when she sees everything, but the old woman is busy cleaning up the stall. She put a few large bowls under the table, then casually covered the table with a thick cloth, and extinguished the charcoal fire under the large pot. Then he hammered his waist with both hands and said, "Okay, let's go home."

Zixia was stunned for a moment, and said with some worry: "Auntie, are these pots and pans just thrown on the street and not taken home?"

"How tiring to take it home, just put it on the street, as long as you bring the food tomorrow morning, you will be able to open a stall and cook porridge immediately."

The old woman smiled kindly and sighed: "You don't need to worry about the theft of your belongings when you set up a stall in Shenyang City. Our Lord Hou said that he wants to build a city that does not close households at night, no curfew at night, and no drive during the day. Any street can make People do business."

When she said this, she stopped suddenly, pointed her finger at the street not far away, and said with a smile: "Daughter, look, the Wuhou who patrols the street has already started to work. The Houye has established hundreds of Wuhou teams. Thousands of people. They will patrol the city all night, and with these people helping us see the booths, how can anyone dare to steal.”

Zixia stared blankly at the group of Marquis, and said quietly: "The expense of supporting thousands of Marquis must be huge! The burden on him is very heavy..."

But what about the use?

It's just to protect the people's stalls. If you look at it from the perspective of those in power, the investment and income of this move are completely disproportionate.

This is how women are. Once they have a man in their heart, even if they have not married, they will start to think about everything for the man.

"He implemented this kind of benevolent government. Although the people benefited, he didn't know how much money was wasted!"

The old woman could not have imagined that it was so far-reaching, and said proudly: "Our Marquis is rich, especially rich, not to mention supporting thousands of Marquis, he can raise a million army."

Zixia smiled sweetly, but she did not refute the old woman's words.

People are ignorant and ignorant and can only guess at a loss.If the old woman knew how much it would cost to support an army of one million, I'm afraid she would faint in shock.

Knowing little is sometimes a blessing.

At this moment, the street suddenly dazzled, and the whole place was white.

The old woman looked very happy, pointed at a tall pole beside her and smiled: "Daughter, look, this is called a street lamp, is it on?"

"Bright, really bright!"

"Let me tell you, this street lamp uses electricity instead of kerosene. I heard from the boys in the research institute that electricity is thunder, a power that can only be used by gods."

"I know, I know..." Zixia muttered to herself, thinking deeply, Han Yue's face appeared in a trance in her mind.

On that day, he led the construction of a dam along the Minfu River.

That day, she came dressed in monk clothes.

She asked him why he didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but the most handsome young man in the world laughed proudly and said proudly, "I build a dam to block the river and generate electricity for the people. This is the art of controlling thunder, and the gods are nothing more than that!"

"He really did it..." Zixia let out a long voice, looking at the city full of lights, countless street lamps lit up one after another, turning the city into the most splendid pearl in the northeast.

A group of Marquis walked slowly on the street. When they passed the booth, one of them laughed loudly: "Auntie, hurry home after closing the booth. It's so cold outside, you mustn't freeze."

"Just go back, just go back!" The old woman nodded again and again, suddenly noticed something strange, and couldn't help saying: "I close the stall every day, and found that your street patrol team has only ten people at a time. How can you increase the number of people today?"

The Marquis Wu smiled and explained: "Tonight the Governor's House will hold a banquet, and the Marquis of our family allows the people to go to the banquet, but he is afraid that the people will encounter accidents when they go out at night, so he ordered Wuhou to patrol the streets and send more people. To ensure the safety of the people back and forth..."

"Master Hou wants to invite someone to a banquet?"

"Yeah, Lord Hou adopted a righteous daughter, so I'm going to have a banquet to celebrate. I guess this point is about to start."

The old woman patted her thigh and said anxiously: "Aiya, I have received the kindness of the Marquis, and I think about repaying it all day long. Today, the Marquis adopted a righteous daughter, and the old man has to send a piece of his heart no matter what. It's not too late to go now. , the Grand Governor's Office will not let you in..."

The Marquis Wu thought for a while, then smiled and said: "It's not too late, you can see that there are still people on the street over there just going out!"

When he said this, he turned around and pointed, and the old woman looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, he saw a group of people walking in pairs, many with small gifts in their hands.

Zixia also raised her head to look, suddenly her eyes became cold, and her pretty face was a little cold.

Her inner strength was unparalleled, her eyesight far surpassed that of an old woman, and she saw an acquaintance among the people at a glance.

"It's Zhao Lingyun, he's going to Han Yue's mansion too?"

Zixia's heart moved, and she suddenly turned her head and said to the old woman, "Auntie, this little girl has come here from the famine for thousands of miles, and she received the favor of the Marquis when she entered the city. I also want to go to the Grand Governor's Mansion to give a gift to the righteous daughter of Marquis..."

Chapter 312

Hearing that Zixia was going to the Grand Governor's Mansion, the old woman was overjoyed and took her hand and said loudly, "That's great, I'm worried about no one to accompany you. My daughter, please come home with me, I have a handmade one. The sewn clothes, ready to be given to our Marquis to wear..."

The old man is careful in doing things. She stopped here suddenly, thought for a while, and then said: "Girl, you just came here after fleeing famine, and you must not be very generous. I will lend you a little copper coin, and I will give it as a gift later. Although Hou The Lord is not short of this, but we can't come to the door empty-handed, we have to show our hearts, don't we?"

Zixia smiled slightly and declined softly: "Don't worry, ma'am, I don't need to borrow money from you, the little girl has a gift for me..."

Her eyes swept away from the street quietly, a cold light flashed in the corner of her eyes, like a female leopard protecting her calf, staring at Zhao Lingyun fiercely.

I'm no longer a Buddhist saint, the concubine flower is dead, there is only Zixia in the world, I will kill anyone who dares to touch Han Yue...

Zhao Lingyun in the crowd in the distance shivered for no reason. He looked around blankly, then shook his head, feeling that he was being too cautious recently.