Sheng Fu

Xu Hua looked embarrassed. In his impression, most people in the village were very united. He asked softly, "Are you the only strong man in the village?"

"This involves eating and drinking, which is a matter of life and death. Don't the other young men dare to do something?"

Huang Jing lowered his head sadly and said helplessly: "Maybe other villages are like this, but our village is not like this, because our village is not a single surname village, and there is no big surname."

"The Zhang family, the Li family, and various other surnames came together to form a village."

"The people in the village are all concerned with their own business, and one family can't stand another doing better than the other."

"If someone builds a house or marries a daughter-in-law, many people will be jealous."

“I’m afraid some family will have a good life.”

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Mr. Xu..."

Xu Hua patted Huang Jing on the shoulder and said, "How can you laugh at a joke?"

Some servants and clerks will choose someone with powerful background or clan when they want to bully others, because the cost is small and the benefits are high.

Not to mention the villagers who had no background or support, even many people in the city of Hao'an had extraordinary backgrounds, but they still had to fall into the trap of making a living in the city of Hao'an.

If there were no Hao'an City, I wonder how many people would starve to death on the streets.

It would be difficult to accomplish anything if one is timid and has a divided mind. Xu Hua gradually felt the pressure.

To promote new policies in such a village is nothing short of a fantasy.

However, Xu Hua felt that there must be many people with lofty ideals in the north.

There is still one person missing for this matter.

Fortunately, Xu Hua is quite familiar with the entire Xiongwu Province, including some places that are not presentable.

"In a short while, we will reach Ping'an Street. We will wait there for a while and buy some dry food." Xu Hua said.

Huang Jing didn't think much about it for a moment when he heard it. He just felt that the gentleman's leg strength might not be as good as he said.

Ping An Street.

It’s just called Ping’an Street, but in reality it’s not safe at all.

In Xu Hua's memory, there were always many ruffians and cheap prostitutes on Ping'an Street.

But Ping'an Street is also a place where all kinds of intelligence gather. There is a small black market, and you can also recruit killers here to solve some difficult problems.

Half an incense stick later, Xu Hua brought Huang Jing to Ping'an Street. There was an old man selling pulled noodles at the entrance of the street. The old man had white hair. When Xu Hua was young, he had eaten the old man's pulled noodles. The taste was good and the price was very cheap.

However, the old man has also been taking care of other "businesses." Xu Hua is very familiar with the market conditions here.

Approaching the old man's stall, Xu Hua whispered to Huang Jing, "Wait a moment."

Huang Jing didn't understand what was going on for a moment, so he just nodded.

Xu Hua came to the old man, who looked very haggard and was holding a pair of very long chopsticks in his hand.

"How much would you like, sir?" the old man asked in a familiar manner when he saw the visitor.

"Eat 323 grams of noodles. The noodles should be chewy and add more soy sauce." Xu Hai said in a calm voice.

Hearing this, the old man's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly for a moment, and subconsciously raised his head to look at Xu Hua and said, "But there is not enough soy sauce, can you add more vinegar?"

Xu Hua responded gently: "No, you must add more soy sauce."

The old man put down his chopsticks and said, "Actually, we also have scallion oil noodles, pork noodles, and beef noodles."

"I wonder what kind of noodles you would like to eat."

With scallion oil noodles, you can gather a group of thugs to resolve neighborhood disputes.

Pork noodles can dispatch killers.

As for beef noodles, experts can be dispatched to solve some extremely difficult problems. As long as you can afford it, any business can be done.

Xu Hua was also very surprised. After so many years, the old man was still the contact person. It seemed that this person had never made any mistakes in doing things. This was a good omen.

Xu Hua responded: "Beef noodles must have half a bowl of beef."

The old man said, "But it's very expensive."

Xu Hua took out a gold ingot from his sleeve and placed it on the chopping board: "This is the deposit. How long will it take for the noodles to be ready?"

The old man's mind concentrated.

His noodle shop hasn't sold beef noodles for a long time. Not to mention beef noodles, he hasn't even been able to sell a few bowls of pork noodles since Bai Xiaowei arrived in the north.

A customer suddenly came today, and the old man was a little uncomfortable.

"It is estimated to take another half an hour." said the old man.

Xu Hua looked back at Huang Jing who was standing not far away, and then said to the old man: "Just cook two bowls of noodles for me."

The old man nodded, then put down the chopsticks in his hand, stretched three times in a row, and said in a loud voice: "I've been busy at the stove, and my waist and legs are getting more and more uncontrollable."

Not far away, a boy about twelve or thirteen years old heard this and turned and walked deeper into the alley.

It had been a long time since he sold beef noodles, and the young man was a little excited, thinking that those powerful uncles would definitely give him some money as a reward.

At the same time, Xu Hua called Huang Jing over and said, "Although we are in the restaurant at that time, we are worried and it doesn't taste good. Let's just have a bowl of noodles here first, and then leave."

Huang Jing drank a lot of wine in the restaurant, thinking about how to kill someone. Not only did he not eat the staple food, he didn't even take a few bites of the vegetables. He felt that he had wasted the money he had saved for half a year.

Huang Jing was really hungry at this moment.

"I'll pay. This meal must be counted as mine." Huang Jing approached the old man with an honest look on his face, ready to pay.

Xu Hua smiled and said, "It's already been given to us. Let's just enjoy our noodles and don't worry about these details."

Huang Jing touched the back of his head embarrassedly.

The two sat around a table. Xu Hua handed Huang Jing a pair of chopsticks and said, "From now on, all matters, big or small, will be handled by me."

"No matter what happens, don't interrupt or do anything unnecessary. Do you understand?"

Huang Jing's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously asked, "Sir, do you have a good idea?"

Xu Hua responded: "Well, since I learned about the general customs of your village, I have thought of a way."

When talking about the people in the village, Huang Jing really wanted to curse them, saying that they were all villains and cowards.

After a long time, two bowls of pulled noodles were served.

"After eating a bowl of noodles, we will take a carriage to the village where you are. Don't make a fuss and lose your composure." Xu Hua instructed Huang Jing before picking up his chopsticks.

When Huang Jing heard this, his head suddenly buzzed. He had always lived in the countryside. He had never ridden in a carriage, let alone seen one. For poor people, not to mention a carriage, even a low-grade warhorse was a priceless treasure that was out of reach.

Every young man wants to have a horse of his own and ride it to his heart's content.

But for most young men in the world, owning a horse, or even a donkey, is a luxury.

"Who is he, sir?" Huang Jing couldn't help being curious, he raised his head and asked cautiously in a low voice.

Xu Hua was calm and said with a faint smile: "Someone to help you."

“Perhaps, it will help many people in the future.”

"You just happen to be one of them."

"After we finish this bowl of noodles, we should do something big!" (End of this chapter)