Reading a "Book of Shang" every day, after reading it, Jiang Yi pretended to be very interested in the mysterious things of ancient times, chatting from east to west, discussing with him many points of view and experience that he knew, using hints and revelations in various ways.

Every time she left for half an hour, Bu Ru would fall into deep thought, sometimes meditating, sometimes suddenly realizing, sometimes high-five and laughing.

After Jiang Yi finished reading with him today, he beckoned to the little scholar who was helping to grind on the side, and walked to the door together.

The little boy sensibly followed gently.

"I stewed sweet potato syrup in the kitchen, and if he is hungry, you can serve it to him."

"Yes, ma'am."

Jiang Yi smiled, he was supposed to call himself sister-in-law, but I don't know when it started, Brother Da Ma, Chen Zhi's mother and son, and Aunt Hua Xiang, a large group of people, all became unified from the very messy titles.

"I've stewed two big bowls, you can drink them if you want."

"Thank you, ma'am." The child of about ten years old is still the age of greed, and he laughs happily.

She turned back to her room, picked up the ledger and counted it.

Not long after, Li Erniang hurriedly walked in; "Madam, Brother Zhi wants to find you."

"You let him sit in the living room for a while, I'm a little bit here." She said without looking up.

After a while, when he came out of the living room, Chen Zhi was already sitting at the table and making a cup of tea.

"Ma'am, I heard you received a note last night, right?"

"Hmm." Jiang Yi smiled, took out a piece of paper from her sleeve and put it on the table.

Chen Zhi took it over, only to see a few words written on it; Hand over the soup recipe before the deadline, otherwise your family will be ruined.

No date, no signature.

But whether it is Jiang Yi or Chen Zhi, you can tell who wrote it at a glance.

It seems that Deng Xiaojin came to eat noodles that day, and it was true that he wanted to make trouble. Bullying Jiang Yi was a temporary intention, and the subsequent revenge was a demonstration, and now the ultimate goal of stealing and stealing is beginning to be revealed.

The business of Bujia Flour Shop has always been very good, a small flour shop with simple decoration and remote location, the income is higher than the largest and most luxurious double-storey restaurant in town, can it not make people blush?

Although Deng Xiaojin's previous demonstrations had no effect, Jiang Yi did not dare to underestimate his energy.

It was a small fight before, and with his family's wealth, if he launched a ruthless attack and let a family like Jiang Yi die, there would indeed be no problem.

"Wanting the recipe for the soup is a pipe dream." Chen Zhi sneered.

Jiang Yi nodded; The soup at this time is not the soup at the beginning, and for so long, Jiang Yi's countless improvements are no longer something that can be copied casually.

For example, in the base of the soup, in addition to fresh snails and barrel bones, she also adds a small half chicken to each pot of soup to make the soup more delicious.

As for the material package, in addition to the previous cinnamon, star anise, fruit fennel, etc., a small amount of pepper, Sichuan pepper, sesame pepper, and rattan pepper are also added to make the soup slightly numb, and these spicy flavors are mixed with chili peppers to form a more stimulating and enjoyable spicy sensation that can not be given by chili peppers alone.

She even secretly added a certain amount of tea leaves, which made the soup taste more delicious and mellow, and after drinking it, it would be fragrant and slightly sweet.

Her family's business is so good, in fact, many people want to imitate her fans very early on.

Many of the diners who come to eat every day want to learn the recipe.

Many people know the base ingredients such as snails, barrel bones, and chicken, but other seasonings are the most important, without those seasonings, the taste is far from good, even if someone tries to match these seasonings, the proportion is not right, and the taste is still far from good.

In the past few months, there have been people in the town who have opened snail noodle shops, but except for a few days after opening, almost no one eats them, and they all close quickly.

Therefore, the soup recipe of this snail noodle has become a treasure in the eyes of countless people.

"You're coming over tonight, is there any news?"

CHEN Zhidao; "Yes, in the past few days, I have found some strangers to keep an eye on him secretly, and found that he went to Widow Youyang's house tonight."

After a pause, he added; "This is the third time in eight days that I have gone to Widow Yang's house."

"Widow Yang's husband was killed by him, right?"

"Hmm!"

"Entangled with the murderer of her husband, it seems that she is not a good thing."

"Madam, why don't you take this opportunity and set the house on fire directly......" Chen Zhi's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and he said in a low voice.

It's not like the look of a twelve- or thirteen-year-old.

But there are no fewer teenagers with this look since ancient times, and in her previous life, she had seen the news of killing little girls among teenagers of this age.

When she was a child, she was in the village, and there were many bad people of this age who came out to steal chickens and dogs, drink and fight.

What's more, Chen Zhi, who was displaced before, didn't read much, and now often wanders into the market.

"Do you really dare?"

"He provoked me first, and then said that he killed the bad guys, I'm not afraid." Chen Zhi took a sip of tea.

"I don't want you to do that." Jiang Yi shook his head.

Chen Zhi raised his head and looked at the concerned gaze of the person in front of him, and his heart was surging.

The light flickered slightly, the shadow floated, she took two steps back and disappeared into the deeper darkness, and said softly; "It's too much to set fire, there are still two children of Widow Yang in the house, they are innocent, and it is now late autumn, the weather is dry, the wind is strong, and the fire is not good."

"What then?" Chen Zhi lowered his head and drank tea.

"Widow Yang's house is in the west of the town, and Deng Xiaojin's house is in the east of the town.

"Yes!"

The osmanthus well was originally a well for more than 100 households in the west of the town, and the water has been less in the past two years, so the townspeople have dug a new well at 50 meters. ”

"What do you say is going to fall into a well when it's so dark?"

"No, he also has two thugs to help carry the lanterns."

"I said he would."

Chen Zhi raised his head and smiled; "Even if it does, it's useless, the well is only seven or eight meters deep."

Wells in the south produce water easily, so generally wells are not very deep.

"I could have broken in a ditch of one or two meters last time, and even if I didn't die in these seven or eight meters, I should have broken my bones......"

"Madame thinks he will break a bone, he will break a bone, even if there is no guarantee that he will break when he falls, but at least he can guarantee that he will break before he falls." Chen Zhi drank a cup of tea.

"It doesn't matter if the bone is broken or not, I mainly think he should lie at the bottom of the well for a while."

Chen Zhi said with great worry; "If he just went down the well, even if he broke a bone, he would still be able to get better. Then the horror will be even more crazy revenge. ”

Jiang Yi thought for a while and said; "Then shout."

"Shout?" Chen Zhi looked at Jiang Yi in amazement.

"Deng Xiaojin fell into the well!"

"Hahaha." Chen Zhi laughed.

After laughing, he asked softly; "But madam, we can throw it away directly, why do we want to fake it?"

Jiang Yi looked at this young man of the same age as his younger brother, but he actually didn't want his hands to be covered with blood so small.

"I don't want to kill anyone, if it wasn't for him pushing me into a hurry, I don't even want to deal with anyone, now I'm just letting people push him down the well, it won't kill him."

"If he hadn't done too many angry things, he wouldn't have died if he fell into the well, and he could have been rescued by shouting a few words. So, if he dies, it is he who kills him. ”

This tells me not to kill Beren, but you seek death yourself.

Chen Zhi didn't understand her logic very well, he didn't understand why he wanted to deal with him, and he didn't have to use all means, what if others heard that Deng Xiaojin fell into the well and rescued him?

In fact, he was too young to think through, how could such a notorious and troublesome person in the township fall into a well in the dark night, and come out alive?

"You have to be careful about this."

"Madame, don't worry, I'll let a few reliable coachmen do it, just let them ambush them, and wait for Deng Gou to rush out and knock him down when he passes by, the night is so dark, no one can find out, even if they don't die and are rescued, there is no evidence."

"Then you go."

Chen Zhi stood up, walked out of the house, and instantly melted into the night.