Puff puff puff -

Another brocade guard flew out upside down and smashed to the ground, and the leader of the brocade guard was injured a little, and he had been looking for an opportunity in the battle group to seriously injure or kill Zhu Yeqing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhu Yeqing's thin figure, coupled with a long sword, was so tightly defended that he had no chance to attack at all, and half of the Jinyi guards on his side had already died of injuries. The other party's breath is long, without the slightest fatigue, and if it continues like this, they will all die.

Being able to intercept and kill the official food escorted by the elite army of the Jiang Dynasty, how can Zhu Yeqing be in vain? He retreated in his heart.

"You're distracted—" A cold voice interrupted his thoughts, causing a cold sweat to break out on his back, and the voice sounded like it came from the Nine Shadows.

Poof――

He only felt a chill in his neck, and then his eyes went black and he lost any sensation......

A patch of blood spilled from the neck of the leader of the Jinyi Guard, and he fell to the ground with a bang. This did not make the other brocade guards hesitate, they still kept rushing towards Zhu Yeqing, this group of brocade guards was terrifyingly cold-blooded.

There was a commotion in the distance, there should be a large number of people coming, Zhu Yeqing easily killed a brocade guard, looked at the direction where the voice came from, quickly swung his sword to kill a little space, his body jumped suddenly, jumped on the beam, and left quickly.

Leaving a few brocade guards looking at each other, they won't do this kind of eaves and wall-to-wall work......

After a moment of effort, a large group of officials rushed here with murderous aura, and the one at the front rode a horse, dressed in a flying fish suit, with an embroidered spring knife on his waist, and his expression was not angry and arrogant.

The brocade guards who can wear flying fish suits have a lot of rank.

Before that, the remaining few brocade guards had already carried the corpses of those brocade guards who were killed by Zhu Yeqing to one place, and one of them ran to the brocade guards wearing flying fish suits to report a few words, after listening, he was expressionless, and ordered to carry the corpse back and then rode his horse to chase in the direction of Zhu Yeqing's escape.

The rest of the officials and brocade guards cleaned up and left in a hurry, the whole street was filled with the smell of blood, and there was silence for a while. However, most of the people here are accustomed to seeing such murders, and after a period of silence, the streets become lively again.

In the corner, Mo Wan'er's face turned pale, obviously she was not very comfortable with the bloody scene just now.

"Shen Gongzi, that female prisoner killed so many officials just now, you seem to be very excited, don't you ...... Are you an accomplice to the female prisoner? Mo Wan'er's eyes widened, looking incredulous.

"Nonsense! Have you ever seen such a handsome fugitive? ”

"Giggles, Wan'er is laughing with her son......" Mo Wan'er showed a smug look.

Shen An rolled his eyes, he naturally knew that it was just a joke, and he was just cooperating.

"Wan'er, don't call Shen Gongzi long Shen Gongzi short in the future, it sounds awkward, you can call me Shen An, Shen Zhongping, Zhongping."

"Oh, that'...... Zhongping—"

"Ah, what?"

"Giggle......

Mo Wan'er followed Shen An and laughed, laughing so much that she bent over......

The sun was shining, Li Mingzhu and Xiaohe were embroidering in the shade of the eaves in the small courtyard, and there were bursts of sound in the kitchen.

"Miss, what do you say Uncle is doing? I've been in the kitchen since I finished eating, and I've already brushed the dishes and chopsticks. Xiao Lotus pouted, she was embroidering a lotus flower.

Li Mingzhu smiled: "Xianggong wants to come and have his own things to do!"

After speaking, she took a closer look at the embroidery of mandarin ducks playing in the water that she had embroidered, revealing a satisfied look.

In this world, for Li Mingzhu, she no longer expects her husband to do anything, and she already feels that God is favoring her after Shen An's illness. Who made her a sensible and gentle woman?

"Oh, miss, I embroidered the wrong stitch here, it's over......" Xiaohe hurriedly lifted the embroidery to Li Mingzhu to see, the lotus flower was embroidered vividly, where was the wrong embroidery.

"Little lotus...... Naughty-" Li Mingzhu sighed and glanced at Xiaohe helplessly.

"Hee-hee."

Between the two laughing, Shen An's voice came: "Hahaha, I haven't made this thing for so many years, and the craftsmanship is still so good." Mingzhu, Xiaohe, hurry up and let me show you the good things. ”

Li Mingzhu looked puzzled and looked at Xiaohe: "Let's go, let's take a look."

In the kitchen, Shen An proudly fiddled with the results.

"Uncle, what is this? It looks like some kind of pastry. ”

The finished product was a little rough, and Shen An was embarrassed for a while: "Ahem, Xiaohe has a vision, this is called a cake, it can be regarded as a pastry."

"It turns out that a lot of egg flour bought by Xianggong is actually to make pastries, these things don't need to be done by Xianggong." Li Mingzhu smiled, she had never heard of Shen An making pastries before.

"This pastry made by my uncle ......"

Shen An saw the expressions of the two of them and knew that he was obviously not optimistic about the cake he made: "Hehe, the ancients had clouds, people can't look good, and the sea water can't fight, don't look at my cake doesn't look good, the taste is absolutely superior, the entire Lin'an City, this is the only one, there is no other number!"

In his previous life, Shen An started from scratch, and when he was down, he was proficient in making various ingredients, and he specialized in many types of flavors of this cake, not to mention Lin'an City, even the entire Jiang Dynasty, which was the only one. But now there may be some gaps in taste due to technical issues with the tool.

Li Mingzhu tasted a small piece and chewed it carefully, with a strange face: "This 'cake' is indeed different from ordinary pastries, the taste is soft and special."

Shen An smiled: "This is just an ordinary cake, after adding some other accessories, there will be more variety, and the taste will naturally be different."

Shen An plans to make a cream cake, cream is more troublesome to make with the current conditions, but it can still be made if you want to make it, but it is definitely not as good as what Shen An made in his previous life.

"Well, this cake made by my uncle is so delicious." Xiaohe looked adoring.

"I'm going to sell some cakes and make some silver taels in the future, huh...... I don't eat soft rice anymore. ”

"Is Xianggong going to be in business?" Although Shen An was born in a businessman's family, he did not have any business experience, and Li Mingzhu couldn't help but be a little worried.

"Wow, my aunt can support me and Miss after doing business." Xiaohe was very happy.

"Hmm...... That's right, do some cake business, isn't there no silver taels sent from the Shen Mansion recently, do some small business to solve the urgent need. ”

"Oh, does the prime minister need our help?" Li Mingzhu is a sensible woman, since her father-in-law wants to do business, as a wife, she should support her.

"I really need some help from my mother and Xiaohe......" Li Mingzhu's thoughtfulness made Shen An feel pleased, and with this, he should not let her suffer.

……

Most of the urban areas to the west of Lin'an City live in ordinary people's homes, and Mo Wan'er's family lives in a bungalow here.

"Zhongping, do you mean to let the old man not sell wontons, but sell this ...... Cake? Old man Mo frowned, wontons are his old craft, and the wontons that he has sold for most of his life can be regarded as having some feelings for this industry, so he is really reluctant to change his career.

"Mo Lao, you misunderstood, I mean that when you sell wontons, you sell this cake by the way, and sell it, so that I can understand whether my cake can be popular." Shen An planned to give the cake to Old Man Mo to try, and investigate the tastes of the people in Lin'an City, so that he could prescribe the right medicine.

"This, a sales pitch?" Old man Mo looked confused.

"Well, that's what it means to let people know."

Old man Mo suddenly realized, he admired Shen An very much, and the two words that came out of the literati's mouth were extremely difficult to understand, broad and profound.

"Grandpa, Naka...... This cake tastes really good. "Mo Wan'er ate some before and found that the taste is indeed unique.

"Then the old decay will be given to Zhongping...... Pitch it. ”

Shen An was naturally very happy, he made some other flavors of cake here, cut it into small pieces, and regarded it as a dim sum from Old Man Mo's wonton shop.

"In this case, it must still be possible to earn two hundred taels of silver in three months."

When Old Man Mo heard about the two hundred taels of silver, he was sad at first, but when he heard that this cake might solve the problem in a short time, he couldn't help but be full of hope. After all, Shen An is a literati in his eyes, and he would rather believe the idea of a literati at this time.

Mo Wan'er looked at Shen An expectantly.

More than ten days have passed, and the scenery of West Lake has taken on a new look in this short period of time, and it is full of spring.

Old man Mo took care of the wonton stall as usual, and in the past ten days, Shen An's cakes have been selling really well here, and basically the guests who come here to eat wontons are full of praise for this cake.

It's just that Yin Liang didn't make much money. Most of the people who come here to eat wontons are some ordinary people, and the silver taels they can earn are still not much, which is slightly better than selling wontons.

Shen An also has a headache about this, this is not as good as in the previous life, spending money to hire a celebrity to endorse, and then using the Internet to advertise and hype up the product.

Asking someone to endorse Shen An thought about it, this method is feasible, and spending some money to find a talented person in Lin'an City to write a poem for the cake can also increase popularity. The problem is that he now has neither money nor connections.

So to sell the cake, you need an opportunity. But where is the opportunity?

After thinking about it for a while, Shen An asked Li Mingzhu what place or poetry club he had recently had, and he could take the opportunity to sell his cake on such an occasion.

Li Mingzhu seems to know a lot about outside things, maybe it's the nature of women who like to gossip.

"Xianggong is not talking about a place with a lot of people, and then a place where literati and talents gather? If this is the case, there is a place that is very lively for a few days, and many famous talents in Lin'an City will go to participate. ”

The great Confucian Meng Qingran of the Jiang Dynasty held a poetry meeting with literature.

Meng Qingran has been familiar with the scriptures since he was a child, and when he was young, he was brilliant in literature, and he was the teacher of the current emperor, and the official residence was too much, but now he resigned from the official position and lived in Lin'an City.