The eldest daughter of the peasant family just wants to start a career

Chapter 141 White Noodle Steamed Bread
Not to mention anything else, there are so many people in the room.

It is inconvenient to do anything with too many people, so it is impossible for Mu Zhixu to stay in this refugee camp.

What's more, everything in Linzhou City is slowly recovering, and the price of staying in an inn for one night is very cheap.

She has money and can afford to live.

Several people entered an inn. The owner of this inn was an elderly man.

"Old man, can I live here?"

"Yes, how many rooms do you want?"

The old man smiled kindly.

"Three rooms are required, one for single and two for double."

Both Mu Zhilan and Mu Zhiliu slept with Li Sanniang, and Chen Zhi and Yuan'er could not be separated.

"Okay, just give me fifteen coppers."

"so cheap?"

There are only fifteen copper coins for three rooms, and only five copper coins for one room.

It costs more than five copper coins to buy a few pancakes on weekdays.

"It's hard for everyone now, and there's no one living in the house."

The old man waved his hand.

This inn was passed down from his grandfather's generation.

There must be no charge, otherwise he would let the refugees live in this inn for free.

Anyway, he doesn't lack those few copper coins even at his age.

"Thank you old man."

After Mu Zhixu and his team thanked him,

I went upstairs to rest and packed my luggage.

Then Li Sanniang couldn't wait to take a few people to pick up the rice.

"Mother, is it necessary to do so?"

Mu Zhixu was a little helpless.

The officers and soldiers said that everyone has it, so everyone has it. It is impossible for the person above to lie.

"It's useful! You see, there are tens of thousands of refugees in this city. You saw it on the street before. There is such a long queue. If it's too late, there will be no more."

Li Sanniang is particularly active in eating.

"Good good."

Mu Zhixuao, but she had no choice but to agree.

But the fact is exactly as what Li Sanniang said, the neighbors lined up from the street to the end of the street.

If they keep lining up like this, they might not be able to get their turn until the evening.

Li Sanniang simply took them all down, "I'm queuing here, if you want to play, you can go for a while, and if you want to go back to the inn, you can go back to the inn. But the premise is that you must follow Sister Zhixu closely, and you must not leave her. Do you understand?"

Children of all ages are just at the age of being lively and active. In fact, let alone Mu Zhilan and Mu Zhiliu, Mu Zhixu is not happy to be in this queue for hours.

Hearing Li Sanniang speak, the little fellows immediately ran away as if they were running away.

Li Sanniang shook her head helplessly.

"Steamed buns, white flour steamed buns just out of the pan, are still steaming hot, everyone, come and see, come and buy."

"Wontons, small wontons that are packaged and sold right away, the price is cheap, six yuan a bowl!"

"Clear noodle soup, white noodle soup, five cents a bowl, a large amount, come and eat if you like!"

Today's streets are busier than yesterday's.

There are more hawkers setting up stalls.

There were quite a few people who came to eat at the stall, including many refugees.

Some of the refugees who fled from the famine had money, but the original area was dry, and the price of vegetables in it was no longer affordable for ordinary people.

You can only run to other places, and the money will naturally be saved.

Not to mention something to eat on the way to escape famine, even the bark and soil on the ground were eaten, and countless people died of hunger and thirst on the way.

Buy it wherever you have money.

Now it can be regarded as a flower with a place, the key is that the price is cheap.

The rest of the refugees are really poor.

If Li Sanniang's family hadn't met Mu Zhixu who came through, they would be like those poor and penniless refugees, they could only stand by and stare blankly.

The smell of food is everywhere in the air.

Mu Zhilan and Mu Zhiliu couldn't help swallowing their saliva as they looked at the steaming white flour steamed buns just out of the pan.

Mu Zhixu noticed that the two little guys were staring at the steamed bun stand without blinking.

"Want to eat steamed buns?"

Just as Mu Zhilan was about to speak, she was grabbed by Mu Zhiliu. The two little guys looked at each other, then shook their heads together.

"In no mood,"

Chen Zhi also shook his head.

Seeing them like this, Mu Zhixu knew that he was worried that he had no money in his pocket.

She didn't say anything, and went directly to the steamed bun stand.

"Ma'am, how do you sell your steamed buns?"

"Three liters for one, five liters for two, girl, don't think my price is too expensive, I am made of pure white flour. You know that the price of white flour now costs tens of dollars a catty, which is already very cheap." .”

The aunt said.

"Okay, ma'am, give me eight steamed buns."

Mu Zhixu calculated.

The white noodle steamed buns made by this aunt are not small, and Mu Zhilan, Mu Zhiliu, Chen Zhi, herself and Li Sanniang eat about the same amount of one for a meal.

There are still a few left for supper when I am hungry at night.

"to make."

The aunt happily responded, and packed two extra packs of pickles for Mu Zhixu.

"This pickle is pickled by my aunt at home. You can try it to see if you like it."

"Thank you ma'am, I'm worried that I won't be able to eat this bite."

Mu Zhixu thanked the aunt.

Then he took the packaged steamed buns and returned to them.

"Sister, where did you get the money?"

Seeing that the elder sister really bought it back, Mu Zhilan said in surprise.

"Then you don't need to ask any more questions. Anyway, I have money in my hand."

Mu Zhixu raised his hand and tapped her small head.

There are so many people outside, it is too eye-catching to hold a steamed bun and eat it, and it is easy to be stared at.

A group of people went back to the inn for dinner with steamed buns and pickles.

The pickles given by the aunt said they were pickles, but they should be called spicy dried radish.

It is to put the radish in the sun to dry, then wash it and cut it into small pieces, then stir it with chili oil and seasoning.

It tastes delicious, crunchy and spicy, whether it is served with porridge, soup, steamed buns or rice.

Two packs of small pickles are served with big steamed buns, and the ordinary food also makes several people feel like delicacies from mountains and seas.

Mu Zhixu also ate steamed buns for the first time after coming to this world.

There are white noodles in the space, but unfortunately she doesn't know how to steam buns or knead noodles, so she can only stare at a pair of ingredients, and now she can be regarded as eating the steamed buns in her mouth.

Chen Zhi also ate it in big mouthfuls. Before, she ate so much delicacies from mountains and seas, but later she could only eat sweet potatoes with corn grits. It was half a year ago since she ate white noodles last time.

Now there is no need for side dishes, a steamed bun can make her eat all kinds of flavors.

Just as Mu Zhixu guessed, this white-faced steamed bun aunt made really good stuff. After this little guy, including himself, ate a steamed bun, his stomach couldn't take it anymore, and he couldn't eat any more.

The remaining few steamed buns were put away.

"Steamed buns are so delicious, it would be great if we could eat white flour steamed buns every day in the future."

Mu Zhilan rested on the bed, recalling the taste of steamed buns made of white flour.

(End of this chapter)