coobybook Chapter 354 I will be back
Chapter 354 I will be back
Several strong bandits grabbed Steward Long's limbs tightly, not caring about his resistance. They lifted him up and threw him out of the stronghold without mercy.
Butler Long's body drew an arc in the air, accompanied by his terrified screams.
Ah—I’ll be back!
Finally, he fell heavily on the mud outside the village, raising a cloud of dust.
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Nanyang's sweet potato noodles were cheap, delicious, and most importantly, very filling. The news spread like wildfire, attracting widespread attention.
Early this morning, the soldier guarding the city gate was standing guard at his post as usual. Suddenly, he saw a large group of people rushing towards the city gate from afar. Confused, the soldier wiped his eyes and looked carefully.
Yes, they were civilians! And judging by their attire, they weren't refugees.
All of these people had excited expressions on their faces, as if they had something urgent to do, and they hurried towards the city gate.
"It costs three coins to enter the city. Pay first and then enter!" The soldier guarding the city gate shouted at the top of his voice, holding a spear and looking sternly at the people who came.
The people seemed to have already known that the entrance fee to Nanyang City was three cents per person. After hearing the soldiers' calls, they did not hesitate at all and quickly took out three cents from their pockets and handed them over.
The three-cent entrance fee is nothing compared to the eighty-cent per bushel of rice.
Some people excitedly chatted with those around them while paying: "I heard that the sweet potato noodles in this city are so delicious, three cents is worth it!"
"Yes, I'll buy more this time."
"If you buy a few more, you can get the three cents back."
After entering the city, this group of people didn't even bother to appreciate the prosperous scene in the city. They went straight to the sweet potato noodle shop on East Street, fearing that they would not be able to buy sweet potato noodles if they arrived too late.
When the grain store owners saw these new faces, their eyes suddenly lit up and they hurriedly stood at the door of the store and shouted loudly.
"Rice is only 80 wen a dou, no need to queue! Come and buy it!" The voices of the shopkeepers rose one after another, echoing in the street.
Some shopkeepers even walked out of their shops and ran towards the crowd, trying to stop them, stretching out their arms to guide them, "This way, this way, rice is 80 wen a dou, don't miss it if you pass by."
However, the group of people seemed not to hear anything and continued to move towards the sweet potato noodle shop without looking back.
A long line quickly formed outside the sweet potato noodle shop, a long, winding dragon with no end in sight. Among the line were residents of Nanyang Prefecture and those who had come from other places to try the food.
While queuing, everyone was enthusiastically discussing how to eat sweet potato noodles.
"Let me tell you, this stuff makes delicious hot and sour noodles! The sour and spicy taste makes me drool just thinking about it." A middle-aged man in coarse clothes said excitedly, with a satisfied look on his face.
"I made Ants Climbing a Tree last time. Shopkeeper Liu taught me how to make it. It was delicious!" A young daughter-in-law continued, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"No, I'll ask Shopkeeper Liu for advice later." An old man nearby heard this and quickly said, "By the way, let me tell you, baba made with sweet potato flour is also delicious. It's soft, glutinous, sweet, and has a unique flavor."
Brother Liu was smiling and greeting the guests warmly, while Sister Liu was patiently answering the guests' questions. The couple worked together very well.
As the customers gradually dispersed, the bustling shop finally quieted down and the sky gradually darkened. Brother Liu gently patted his waist and walked to the backyard.
In the backyard, Brother Liu skillfully lifted a black pigeon from its cage. He carefully placed the drawn letter in a bamboo bucket and carefully tied it to the pigeon's leg, muttering to himself, "The store's running low on sweet potato flour. Time to notify the villagers to bring in the delivery."
Neither Brother Liu nor Sister Liu could write, so they drew a sweet potato on a piece of paper. This was something they had agreed on beforehand; once Xiuying saw the pattern, she would understand what they meant. After Brother Liu tied the bamboo tube, he gently released the pigeon.
Dilong Chamber of Commerce
"Master! That Zhou Dazhui actually became the head of the Black Tiger Stronghold, and he even changed the name to the Black Wind Stronghold!" Steward Long looked sad, his voice trembling as he staggered in front of Master Long and cried to him.
"He is a complete deadbeat. Not only does he not pay back the money, but he also... humiliates me in every way!" When Butler Long said this, he could no longer suppress his inner grief and anger, and burst into tears.
"Master, please make the decision for me!" Butler Long knelt on the ground with a plop, his hands tightly hugging Master Long's legs. "That Zhou Dazhu is too arrogant and domineering. He doesn't take us seriously at all."
Long Ye's eyes were wide open, his face was full of rage, and he kicked Butler Long away fiercely. The kick was so powerful that Butler Long's body flew out like a sandbag.
"Useless thing! Did I ask you to ask for money? I asked you to go find Zhou Dazhu and do what you promised me!" Veins bulged on Long Ye's forehead, and he pointed at Butler Long who was lying on the ground and roared loudly.
"Am I, Long Batian, a person who is short of money? What I want is for him to fulfill his promise and do things for me! You idiot, you can't even do such a small thing, and you dare to come back and cry in front of me!" While cursing, Lord Long paced back and forth in the room, every step filled with anger.
Long Batian frowned and paced back and forth in the room, thinking secretly in his heart: If it weren't for Qiushan's future, why would he be afraid of a small Black Wind Village?
Long Batian's eyes were deep and solemn, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. Back then, he himself had started out as a bandit. What storms and waves had he not seen, what dangerous situations had he not experienced?
Later, he retired from the business world and became a grain merchant, having weathered countless hardships to build his current family business. Recalling the hardships of the past, Long Batian couldn't help but sigh. Now, the family finally had a promising student, Qiushan, and the family's revitalization depended on him.
When he thought of Qiu Shan, a glimmer of hope flashed in Long Batian's eyes, and his expression softened a little.
Therefore, no matter what, nothing could hinder Qiushan's future, even if it meant withholding some of the Black Wind Village. Long Batian clenched his fists and secretly vowed in his heart that he would pave a smooth path for Qiushan's future.
"Master, something's wrong!" A servant rushed in, barely catching his breath before shouting in terror, "Everyone in the nearby prefecture has heard about the sweet potato flour. Today, a large number of people from outside the city are pouring into our area!"