Jian Zhan was very aggrieved, "I know you're reminding me, if you don't want to eat the noodles made in the small kitchen, I can personally order them for you." ”

It's good to say it straight, why hit him...

Song Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, opened her eyes again, and said suggestively: "When I first went to buy spiritual powder, I heard that the people called the man who collected money the flower shopkeeper. ”

Flower noodle shop...

From ancient times to the present, there have been many people who use their surnames as shop signs.

Song Xiaoxiao confirmed no less than ten times that the spiritual powder in the bag was actually very ordinary flour.

Just because it added some artificially light aroma and the thickness of the processed flour, it was misinterpreted by most people.

Those who can take out so much flour at the first time when the plague is prevalent, and can grasp the thickness of the flour to a certain extent, must have a professional understanding of this aspect.

If Song Xiaoxiao hadn't figured out anything before, after personally handling it, she connected these coincidences together, what else didn't she understand?

"Flower shopkeeper..."Jian Zhanjian raised his eyebrows, "I remember." The shopkeeper of this noodle restaurant is surnamed Hua. A month ago, the day before the Cangyun army returned to Linzi, the general and I were wandering around the streets and eating here. ”

Plagues were rampant in the city, and all the people covered their faces with a cloth when they went out.

Therefore, Jian Zhan didn't recognize it at the first time.

Hearing Song Xiaoxiao say this, he clarified a little.

Jian Zhan opened the thick rope tied to the sack, and a surprisingly good smell of flowers came to his face.

"Could it be that this is flour?"

"Guess."

“... I've never eaten flour that smells so good. "Jian Zhan has a high attainment in marching and fighting, but when it comes to aromas, he only knows whether it smells good or not.

Song Xiaoxiao sniffed, "It smells good." ”

"I remember that there seemed to be these scattered at the gates of the city, but I didn't smell anything like that at the time." Jian Zhan and the others noticed when they first entered the city, but they just asked briefly, and there was no future.

"This should be just some ordinary pollen, put it in a ventilated place, and the smell will dissipate after less than half a month." The ones that were scattered at the gates were the first to be bought.

If it was mixed with the smell of pollen, she might not have recognized it.

What Song Xiaoxiao often did in his previous life was to collect evidence from the scene and observe very little.

Although he has not been in the industry for a long time, he is also a professional forensic doctor.

What is presented in her naked eyes, Song Xiaoxiao can list similar ones for the first time.

Jian Zhan was a little skeptical, "If these are really flour, less than one or two pieces of silver are enough to buy it." ”

In order to buy these flours, Jian Zhan spent all his belongings.

The mutton fat jade pendant was rewarded by the king of Qi, and he always wore it on his body because he looked good.

Now that he said that he used all his belongings in exchange for a bag of flour, how can he accept it?

Song Xiaoxiao said: "I want to eat noodles." ”

Jian Zhan: "......"

"In this way, if you take all these to the kitchen, you will know whether it is or not."

"Done." Jian Zhan readily agreed.

Because apart from this method that can verify the authenticity of it, Jian Zhan can't think of any other way for a while.

The two were rerouted back to the barracks.

In the evening, Jian Zhan carried two bags of flour to the small kitchen of the city tower.

Jian Zhan didn't ask for it all, but only ordered it to be made for two people.

There was still a cup of tea left before dinner time, and Jian Zhan carried a bamboo basket and quietly slipped into the tent.