Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

The old patriarch forced a smile on his face, and looked at Gu Xiang comfortingly, his eyes seemed to be coaxing a wayward little baby who was willing to tolerate this waywardness.

Gu Xiang was amused by him.

"Don't worry, the patriarch. The folks from all over the country are certainly cautious, but everyone is not stupid. As long as it doesn't really come to that point, most people are happy to be happy and will not be willing to accept turbulence and twists and turns."

That's a good point.

The old patriarch nodded.It's just that the situation outside is tense now, I'm afraid the big guy will be coerced and do something irrational again.

Let’s just talk about the pot of mutton soup. When it really boiled, the old patriarch thought, he might as well... There is no particularly good way to stop it.

Gu Ji has been in business for some time, and it is well-known in the world of Shouling, especially the various pickled vegetables produced by 'Gu Ji', sometimes even have a price but no market, especially when the weather is good, foreign merchants, and the most frequent guests. Frequently, customers who scramble for pickles in their house can fight, and they won't be bloody, and they may turn against each other temporarily.

After all, the pickled vegetables of 'Gu Ji' are well preserved and can be stored for a long time without changing the flavor. It can be described as an excellent road dish.

For those who want to travel far away, like those merchants, soldiers who deliver letters at various post stations, who have to leave their hometowns to study abroad, or scholars who go to Beijing to catch exams, most of them have to bring them some "Gu Ji" at home before they leave home. pickled vegetables for cooking.

Before the provincial examination in spring this year, Gu Xiang was very busy and was preparing to go to Beijing, but she still customized a lot of new champion dishes for 'Gu Ji'. In fact, she didn't bother too much. "Gu Ji" snacks have changed their packaging.

Inside each package is a small custom-made card, on which are drawn meticulously the manors of the famous wits of the past dynasties, and on the north side are the works, poems, or articles of these wits.

In addition to these, there are also limited editions of Zhu Zhu's calligraphy written by the emperors of the dynasty. Of course, none of them are important Zhu's, most of them are the words of His Majesty and his ministers for fun.

But even this is enough to make people excited.

Gu Xiang was able to know this, thanks to the great help of the inspectors left behind by the Imperial City Secretary. I heard that after the incident, Li Changsui promoted all the inspectors and transferred them back to the capital. Even their salaries have increased a lot... It can be seen They are all very winky, sensible, and capable boys.

In short, there are quite a few famous dishes in 'Gu Ji', but the most famous ones are ordinary pickled vegetables, whether it is just giving away all kinds of pickled cucumber strips, pickled ginger slices, pickled radish slices, etc. that are not for sale, or selling them specially. The pickled fish and shrimp, cured meat, meat sauce, fermented bean curd, chili sauce, etc., many people have never eaten at 'Gu Ji', and have never bought these things at 'Gu Ji', and they have heard of them anyway.

This time, Guzhuang had a bumper harvest of grain. Gu Xiang said that he wanted to celebrate and publicize it, so he had to do it right away. He specially held a meeting at the farm, worked together, and made a large number of pickled vegetables and pickled meat, which were easy to preserve and very popular. Pickled eggs and other items were sent to the surrounding villages for sale at a reasonable price, and the hawkers did not forget to promote Guzhuang's bumper harvest this year.

Soon, ten days later, on October 29th, Daji, Guzhuang will hold a celebration meeting, inviting elders and folks from all villages to participate. It spread from village to village.

Fifty miles away from Guzhuang, in a small post station next to the official road.

The two soldiers, who didn't look like soldiers, sat at the table, looking at the half bottle of chili sauce on the table, with strange expressions on their faces.

"A Yin, today you..."

"Similarly, I pretended to be a passing businessman and went to Xiaoguo's Village. As soon as I mentioned the bumper harvest in Guzhuang, the villagers became excited, as if I was the one who didn't know the news and only found out at the end. Everyone knows , and the bumper harvest that people talk about is even more powerful than what we said... "

The corners of the two soldiers' mouths twitched, and they shook their heads for a while, "Forget it, let's save trouble."

What they want to brag about to Gu Zhuang is just to make people feel jealous and envious. Now all kinds of arguments have reached the point where people can't even think about it, and they can't even believe it.

Just not far from the post station, there were two passing villagers resting their feet, their voices were quite loud——"Tsk, if it's true, if Gu Zhuang really collected those grains, there are so many chickens, ducks and fish meat, then it's a manifestation of the gods Now, I will go to Gu Zhuang immediately to get some soil and come back to scatter it in my field, maybe I will be favored by the gods, so that I can also feel happy."

The two soldiers listened intently, looked at each other, and couldn't help but agree in their hearts. If Gu Zhuang's harvest is really as good as the legends are now, then--it can only be eaten by God, and it is beyond human power.

As peddlers preached everywhere, there were also various rappers who directly adapted Gu Zhuang's bumper harvest into a particularly mysterious story and spread it around. It seemed that everyone in the world knew that Gu Zhuang, a small village, was very popular in previous years. The inconspicuous and impoverished mountain village is now so rich that every household is full of grain, and there are all kinds of meat to eat every day. Now the villagers don’t like to eat fatty meat, they only like lean meat, and they eat chicken and duck, not to mention the chicken butt, but the chicken skin I don't eat much, it is said that eating chicken skin is not healthy enough.

All kinds of sayings are like the Arabian Nights.

Those who were in charge of fanning the flames and spreading the rumors... the enemies were so ignorant for a moment, they suddenly realized that their own rumors were nothing compared to the rumors that were being spread in such a hurry, and few people talked about it.

"Are we doing this for nothing, or are we overfulfilling?"

The soldiers at the station were helpless.

Xiao Yin smiled sheepishly: "Anyway... I dare not ask for a reward."

They are not too worried at all, they should think about what is going on, it is the big people above, anyway, things are like this, they are just little ants who take money for a living, just squat down obediently .

In a blink of an eye, the day of the big market arrived.

It was quite stormy outside, but the villagers still had to go to the fair.

Villagers in small villages living in remote places waited for the market, and took the eggs they had saved with great difficulty to exchange for some needles and thread, pulled a few bolts of rough cloth, and saved some things that would be indispensable for living at home.

If the big market is to be stopped, many people's life will be sad.

Compared with the previous days, this day's big gathering is a bit special. Gu Xiang brought people over early, and Xue Ying personally led the maids at home to hand a stack of posters. But it is vivid and very interesting. Everyone can tell at a glance that these paintings are the auspicious scenes of Guzhuang's grain harvest.

On the entire poster, Gu Ji’s farm is the most conspicuous. Gu Xiang only used thick ink and heavy colors when painting the farm, which is completely different from the light and light painting style that is popular today, and it is very impactful.

Almost all the villagers, whether they could read or not, could not take their eyes off the moment they saw this painting.