Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Qiuli is not satisfied with the credit loan.

But everyone was short of time and energy was limited, so Gu Xiang didn't think much about it.

The little lady opened her mouth, and a group of little maids couldn't do anything about it. For the time being, they could only go on doing it like this first, and then perfect it while doing things.

While talking, the pimple soup and meat dumplings were pushed out of the kitchen, lifted up by the strong kitchen helper, and gently placed on the long table at the door.

On the left are more than a dozen pots of hot seafood pimple soup, and on the right are pots filled with fried meat balls, each of which is fried to a golden brown.It is said to be meat dumpling, but in fact it is mainly mixed noodles with vegetables, but Gu Xiang boiled the broth with a lot of ingredients, and the taste of the preparation is quite strong, so that there is not much real meat, and the meat flavor is not small.

If it’s a modern day, it’s so perfunctory to the diners...it doesn’t seem to be a problem, the things sold in many fly restaurants are so economical, but anyway, the diners know it in their hearts, and they must complain a few words after eating-a bite of seasoning taste!

Some people say that they have to leave a one-star negative review on various review websites.

But at this time, in the current Shouling, as soon as these pots of 'meat dumplings' appeared, the people outside the door stood restless and couldn't help whispering.

"Do you really want to give us food on credit?"

"It smells so good, yes, yes, there is meat."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not only flattered for a while, but also a little panicked.

Today, those who will come to the gate of the county government office to check the situation are those whose families really cannot survive, and who will starve to death if they continue to suffer. They are not such families, and they still have scruples in their hearts. Come here openly and credit rations.

These residents who are currently here, don’t talk about meat these days, even if they have a bowl of vegetable porridge, they will eat it first at home, and others can only drink some soup.

Now the relief rations given by the yamen actually have meat to eat, this—how can this last long?I don't know if I have eaten this meal or not.

No matter how many scruples, no matter how complicated the mood is, they can't stop a crowd of fellow villagers from scrambling to rush over.

The golden meat balls, just looking at them, made everyone salivate. The first resident was a man in his forties, with long legs and a strong body. I went forward and bought a bowl on credit.

There were six steaming meat balls in the black pottery bowl. He originally wanted to go home and hide them and eat them slowly, but now his stomach was roaring, and he couldn't bear it at all.

"Well."

The golden pastry is dotted with emerald greens. When the pastry is opened, a trace of broth melts on the tip of the tongue. The outside dough has been fried thoroughly. It is very oily, crispy and fragrant. It is slightly hard, but it is just right. If you eat too fast and smoothly, you will not feel full.

After eating a meat ball in one breath, some indescribable satisfaction overflowed from the bottom of my heart.His whole body was hot, and his legs and feet suddenly felt stronger.

He ate so sweetly that the people in the line behind swallowed their saliva one by one, and their minds were settled at once.

Today, people have been advising them not to come to the yamen, even if they must come, they have to protect their faces. The registration required by the yamen is just a few random words, and they must not leave their real information and address. Mutter.

Although the bandits have retreated temporarily, who knows if they will be given another carbine?

It was rumored outside that the group making trouble this time were not ordinary people, their background was not simple, and their enemy was Princess Yongkang!
To be able to treat the princess as an enemy, what is their origin?
They don't know if the bandits will continue to attack the city, and they're not sure if the county can hold it or not, and they don't know if they will be targeted by the bandits just because they ate a few meals of relief food, and their families will be destroyed. They only know Well, if they don't receive this relief food now, their families will be ruined now.

Where can I care about the future now?I can only talk about it first.

Gu Xiang yawned a little. Seeing all the folks who came to line up, regardless of men, women, old and young, even an old woman who is 80 years old and has few teeth left, also exchanged the points owed on credit for meat balls , No one cares about the good seafood pimple soup, I can't help but raise my eyebrows, and secretly said that I made a mistake.

A bowl of pimple soup costs seven points, and a meatball only costs one point.

For the first time, everyone can get ten points on credit. How can everyone have enough oil and water, and really don’t want meatballs, but what kind of pimple soup?

Gu Xiang thought about overeating after being hungry for a long time. A middle-aged man can eat a bowl of pimple soup and add three meatballs for a meal. If he eats more, he may hurt his stomach, so when his head gets hot, he is done. Such points, but ordinary people are not puppets, how can they act according to her ideas?

She knew that two spoons of ginseng and chicken soup were added to her pimple soup, which was very nourishing, but others didn't know.

"cough."

All kinds of thoughts flashed across Gu Xiang, and a blush rose on his face. Just as he was about to say something to appease his respect, Qiu Li opened her beautiful big eyes and reached out to gently grab the corner of Gu Xiang's clothes: "Little girl!" Lady..."

"Huh? What?"

"Let's go and pay homage to the Landlord, the Landgrandmother? Ah... and the God of the River!"

Gu Xiang was stunned: "Are you asking for rain? There is a lot of rain this year."

But it's okay.

The custom in the village is like this, land lords, land wives, river gods, etc., no matter in good or bad years, they all have to worship. Reward the gods in good years, and worship more in bad years, praying for God's blessing.

It doesn't matter if Gu Xiang believes it or not, as long as the villagers believe it.

Qiu Li's eyes flickered, but she refused to lie in front of the little lady, she lowered her voice and said, "I'm afraid we will suffer too much. I prayed to God and worshiped Buddha for a long time this morning, and I hope that there will not be too many people who come to credit points today. Now it seems , It really isn’t much. Look, we have left over food, and they still have the mind to pick and choose, how difficult is it?”

"I forgot which god I was worshiping at the time. It should be either the land or the river god. I remember we passed a temple of land and a temple of mountain gods."

Gu Xiang: "..."

Only then did she react.

I made the pimple soup myself, and no one in the family objected, and no one pointed out that there was something wrong with the 'pricing' of the pimple soup. It wasn't because everyone didn't see it, but because I didn't expect that there were not many credit points on the first day. .

In Qiuli and the others' minds, this can be credited, and the crowds in the queue must be mountains and seas. In the end, these meals are only not enough. Qiuli and the others feel that the villagers who are fighting for food will buy up everything. Nothing left.

It doesn't matter whether the price of this pimple soup is accurate or not, and whether some people think it's not worth it.

Gu Xiang smiled, and casually agreed to Qiu Li to pay the gods.