Into Xuancheng Xianxian, From Not Being A Son-In-Law

The setting sun melts gold, and the evening clouds merge.

Many shops on Anqing Street are already making samples, and He Xiaoyu's tofu stall is no exception.

Today's tofu nao was not sold out, but there were not many left.

It can barely add a dish to the dinner table of a family of three.

However, the tofu nao on the dinner table will not taste enough if only a shallow layer of sugar water is poured. It needs to be replaced with a layer of vegetables. The taste of the dishes is salty and spicy, so it is best to add more oil and water.

In this way, the tofu brain also absorbs the taste of the dish, and it will become much more delicious.

Of course, this kind of tofu nao is not a serious delicacy, but it is just to satisfy the taste buds as much as possible while filling the stomach.

On the daily table of common people, as long as it can be mixed with some oil and water, it is already delicious.

There is no way to pursue what kind of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty food, how to match the six flavors.

Covering the jar with sugar water, He Xiaoyu remembered that when he heard the diners chatting, there was a nobleman getting married in Yujing City today, and there was a flowing water table outside the mansion that anyone could eat.

The dishes on the table should be much more delicious than the tofu nao at home, right?

Just looking after the tofu stall, He Xiaoyu couldn't try it, but thinking about it this way, maybe today's tofu nao didn't sell out, just because everyone left their stomachs for dinner?

It's not because today's tofu nao is not well done, it loses its taste and becomes unpalatable.

Um……

It must be because everyone went to eat that it was not sold out!

After all, every day, He Xiaoyu chooses beans and grinds them into tofu nao. He Xiaoyu does it very carefully. She knows what this bowl of tofu nao that only sells for three Wen means.

No matter how hard and tired every day, I never dare to cut corners.

"...It's unfortunate that you came here as a guest, our house has already closed the stall."

Hearing her mother explaining to the guests, He Xiaoyu turned her head and saw that the person who came to the tofu stand at sunset was a stooped old man.

It looks like an old farmer working in a crop field.

The face that was sweating under the sun all year round was thin and yellow, the rough skin was covered with deep wrinkles, both eyes were sunken, the hemp trousers were rolled up to the calf, and the feet were a pair of tattered Rotten sandals.

The old farmer seemed unwilling to leave just like that, and discussed in a loud voice: "Is there no more tofu nao? I've heard people mention it, and I really want to eat a bowl, to taste what it's like."

He still came here admiringly?

Hearing this, there was still some tofu brains left anyway, so He Xiaoyu took out a bowl, poured a light layer of sugar water on it, and served it to the old farmer who came a bit late.

Father He, who had already packed the tables and chairs beside him, did not let the guests stand to eat, and re-arranged the tables and chairs.

The old farmer sat down and ate the tofu nao bite by bite, with a sincere smile on his weather-carved face: "Okay, delicious, it's worth my trip to this capital."

Is it so delicious?

The guests thought that the tofu nao was delicious, and of course He Xiaoyu would be happy, but to say that he had to make a special trip to the capital for such a bowl of tofu nao worth three renminbi, this sounds a bit exaggerated.

Tofu brain is not a rare item, and it is not sold anywhere.

Not worth the trip.

Mother He smiled and asked: "Old man, what do you mean by your words, you came to the capital from a far away place?"

"Yeah, very far away..."

The old farmer didn't say how far it was.

Mother He didn't get to the bottom of it, she just smiled and continued, "Then it's rare for you to come to the capital, so you have to experience the prosperity of the capital."

"It would be a pity to only eat such a bowl of tofu nao."

"If you like to eat, let's not talk about places like Jiuzhen Building that we ordinary people can't afford to go to. You can always go to Deyifang, which is high-quality and cheap. Their roast duck is a must..."

After listening to Mother He recommending several good restaurants in Yujing City, I finished a bowl of tofu nao.

The old farmer picked up the bowl, drank the last sip of tofu nao with the soup, and smiled until he showed his old yellow teeth: "No need, I don't have much time in the capital, and I have to hurry away."

"Besides, in my opinion, Yujing City is not a good place. It's better to burn it clean."

"The whole world is rotten, nothing can be better than this bowl of tofu..."

After saying this, the expressions of the three members of He Xiaoyu's family changed slightly.

Can't take over.

I didn't dare to go on like this.

He could only laugh along with him, thinking that the old man might not be clear-headed, so he ignored him.

He ate it anyway.

Hurry up and go home.

"Think I'm talking gibberish?"

The old farmer said to He Xiaoyu.

There seemed to be a strange power in the voice, bewitching people's hearts.

"Then why don't you come with me to see the world, is it as rotten as I said?"

This world... sucks?

At this moment, many thoughts suddenly appeared in He Xiaoyu's heart.

Not all the copper coins they earn every day can go into their family's pockets, some of them have to be handed over to the yamen as taxes, and some of them are the maintenance fees they collected when the Fire Snake Gang was still there.

Why should they share away the hard-earned money I earn from working late at night?

In fact, I have almost saved enough money for the shop I dream of, but I spent a lot of money to treat my father's illness, so I have to continue to save.

But why did dad want to be treated?

Just because a flower thorn was not cut cleanly, it stuck into the hand of the lady who lived in the mansion.

Almost beaten to death.

Why?

are all people.

She can beat others to death because of the flower thorn pricking her hand?

There is also the Qianchun County Ferry...

Such a world.

like……

It really sucks...

"Come, let me take you to see the real side of this world..."

The old farmer held out his hand to He Xiaoyu.

He Xiaoyu subconsciously wanted to hold the outstretched hand in a state of bewilderment.

Like this hand.

To save her from all this shit...

"Shua!"

A bit of cold light seemed to pierce the setting sun and evening clouds.

The old farmer sighed softly, as if lamenting that the weather is not fair.

The harvest in the field was missed.

Under the sudden shot, the hunchbacked old man didn't even move his straw sandals, but only raised his callused hands.

With one finger, tap the middle cold light.

When the fingertip collided with the spear tip, it was actually firmly in the upper hand!

"That's right, this shot has already reached the level of fifth rank. It seems that as long as Mr. Lu takes time, he will indeed have a chance to take over the burden on Feng Shouzuo's shoulders."

Lu Buchi, who rushed to the tofu stand at the nick of time, handed out the gun, and his extremely beautiful face was only cold and dignified.

"I didn't expect Huang Nongren, the leader of the Heavenly Devil Sect, to come to Yujing City. Zhenmensi failed to meet him, but he was neglected."

Huang Nongren chuckled, exuding a strange and powerful aura.

He looks around.

Three gold-clothed men came after them, and several brown-clothed men surrounded them.

Then, with this finger, he forcibly pressed down the tip of Lu Buchi's spear.

After holding it with one hand, he shook his head.

"It's not negligent not to welcome far away."

"But Mr. Lu dared to welcome me with only this few people."

"Aren't you going to go back at all?"