The inn's guy brought breakfast, steamed buns, millet porridge and a plate of pickles.

Li Qiniang felt sorry for her daughter and took out a string of copper coins she exchanged with the shopkeeper yesterday and stuffed them to the client: "Brother, can you lend me a kitchen? My daughter has just recovered from a serious illness. I want to make some food for her. I will calculate the ingredients and firewood, and I will give the money."

The guy looked at the breakfast he brought to him: "What's wrong with this food? The shopkeeper also ate this, but your daughter can't eat it?"

Li Qiniang nodded: "Yes, my daughter has a thin voice, and she will irritate her throat after eating coarse grains."

The guy turned to see Yan Xuehuai's neck, and he irritated his throat after eating coarse grains? What's the matter?

Yan Xuehuai just learned that she still has the ability to irritate her throat by eating coarse grains.

It’s easy to do things if you have money. Li Qiniang borrowed the stove to make food for her daughter. Yan Xuehuai asked for help, but Li Qiniang refused: "You can’t smell the smell of oil smoke, and you will feel dizzy when you smell it. Let’s wait in the house. My mother cooks it for you to eat. Be good."

Yan Xuehuai's understanding of herself has deepened a little. Not only will she irritate her throat by eating coarse grains, but she will also feel dizzy when she smells the smell of oil smoke.

I'm sorry.

Yan Xuehuai rubbed her nose.

Yan Xuehuai's breakfast was a steamed egg custard from Li Qiniang. She ordered a few drops of soy sauce, which was soft and glutinous, and it smelled fragrant.

"There is only sesame oil in the stove. You don't eat sesame oil. My grandma didn't find peppercorns. If you can't squeeze peppercorns, you can eat it. When you go out, buy some peppercorns. My grandma squeezes more peppercorns for you to eat."

Li Qiniang said, while scooping the egg custard with a spoon, blowing it, and feeding it to her daughter.

Yan Xuehuai quickly grabbed the spoon, scooped a spoonful and handed it to Li Qiniang's mouth: "My grandma, you eat it."

"You eat it, my mother doesn't like to eat this, there is millet porridge." Li Qiniang hurriedly avoided.

Yan Xuehuai pretended to be angry and put down the spoon: "If you don't eat it, I won't eat it."

Li Qiniang felt warm in her heart. Her daughter grew up and became more and more sensible.

"Okay, my mother eat, my mother eat."

"Open your mouth, ah----" Yan Xuehuai smiled and sent another spoonful of egg custard to Li Qiniang's mouth. This time, Li Qiniang did not avoid it, and let her daughter feed the egg custard into her mouth.

The mother and daughter are talking and laughing.

The egg custard is so delicious, it’s so nice to have someone to accompany you to eat.

After breakfast, Yan Xuehuai rushed to clean up the dishes and said while cleaning, "My mother, I'm seriously ill, and my taste seems to have changed a little. For example, when you talk about sesame oil, I suddenly want to eat it."

"Really? There is still this matter?" Li Qiniang was half-believing, but she didn't think much about it after all.

After cleaning up, Li Qiniang wanted to follow her daughter's plan last night to go out to find a house, but Yan Xuehuai changed her mind. She said, "My grandma, the reason why we left the Yan family smoothly yesterday was because the Yan family was only the elderly, weak, women and children, and except Yan Jingguang, no one else was used. They couldn't stop us, so we could escape. But if others were there, such as uncle and uncle, and... Master Yan's second."

Yan Xuehuai really didn't want to call Yan Zhaoshi dad.

She is alive now, but the other Yan Xuehuai is really dead, and she dies in the dilapidated temple and at the hands of the evil people of the refugees.

That was a life, and that girl who was so cheerful, willful and a little spoiled, died like that.

Li Qiniang was stunned and wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say.

Yan Xuehuai continued: "Mr. Yan Er is a scholar. Scholars value reputation. We just run out like this. His face must be bad. I guess, the Yan family should come out to find us today. The meat will rot in their own pot. The disobedient daughter-in-law and daughter will also take it home and clean it up."

Li Qiniang's face changed drastically. She was indeed too stupid. She could not think thoroughly as much as her daughter.

"No, we can't go back, my mother fights with them!" Li Qiniang looked around and remembered that her ancestral kitchen knife had long been confiscated by Duke Ding.

She doesn't even have a kitchen knife now, so why do she work hard?

"My grandma, don't rush to fight for the first time. Their family is not worth our efforts. I have decided that in the next few days, you will stay in the inn. This place is far from Luoguxiang, and they can't find it for a while. The house is for me, and I'll go find it."

Yan Xuehuai said, taking out a piece of clothes from under the pillow.

When Li Qiniang looked familiar with the clothes, she looked carefully and saw that it was the coarse cloth short-cut worn by the guys in the inn.

"Where did this dress come from?" Li Qiniang asked.

"When you go to the kitchen to cook, I asked the shopkeeper for the old clothes. The guys don't want. The shopkeeper gave me for nothing." Yan Xue was proud. In fact, although the clothes were old, they were not worn yet. It was not that the guys didn't wear them. She was sweet-mouthed and flattered, and the shopkeeper gave her the clothes for nothing.

Yan Xuehuai is only fourteen years old and has not yet grown up. In addition, she is just recovering from a serious illness and is as thin as a washboard.

She changed into a short-sized dress with coarse cloth, combed her hair into a small bun, and paired her yellow and thin face on it. At first glance, she looked like a little boy like bean sprouts.

"When you go out like this, those people will think you are a child. What should I do if you bully you?" Li Qiniang was still worried.

"You just keep a hundred thoughts in your stomach. At worst, we won't buy it. Can they force me to buy it? Besides, I'll just go and check it out today. If you really want to buy a house, you have to ask you to pass the eye. This is buying a house, not buying vegetables."

Although Li Qiniang was still worried, she could not resist her daughter. She could only watch her daughter shaking her weak body and walked out with a proud look.

Yan Xuehuai initially felt that even if the hundred taels of silver in their hands could not afford a single courtyard, the two small houses in the slums could still be bought.

But she guessed wrongly.

The capital is not easy to live in.

These six words describe the sufferings of the people in the capital, but the use of Xinjing at this time is still too superficial.

New Beijing is New Beijing, the new capital.

There are foreign populations everywhere, such as officials, business, ordinary people, and penniless refugees.

These all kinds of people came to Xinjing, but they had the same purpose, which was to settle down in Xinjing.

To settle down, you must not only have a household registration in Beijing, but also have a new property.

How can you talk about settling down without tiles covering your head?

Xinjing is not a wild land, there is no land without a border, nor a house without a border.

There are many people buying houses, but few selling houses. It can be imagined that housing prices will naturally rise.

Last year, Yan Zhaoshi took 500 taels of silver from Li Qiniang and bought a three-entry house in Luoguxiang, Nancheng.

Now, Yan Xuehuai can’t even buy the hundred taels of silver in Xinjing!
Chapter completed!