In this era of material scarcity and backward science and technology, people's hearts are the most old-fashioned and warm-hearted, and the meaning of the saying that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors is vividly embodied.

Soon, there were many people running down the road with buckets.

But the fire in the noodle restaurant is too big to extinguish the fire at all, what everyone can do is to keep the houses of the neighbors on the left and right, as well as the backyard where Song Yao's mother and son live.

The fire burned until almost dawn, and then it was completely settled, and the wet cloaks worn by Song Yao's mother and son had also been dried out, and the kind neighbors asked them to settle down first, lest they return home without even a place to stay.

In order to prevent the backyard from being destroyed by the fire, the neighbors could only splash water constantly, and there were no dry objects in it.

"Auntie, you are the old man here, the neighbors suffered last night, and our mother and son are very grateful. There are some scattered pieces of silver here, and I asked my aunt to help me distribute it to the neighbors, so I invited everyone to have breakfast and drink ginger soup to ward off the cold. Song Yao said tiredly.

"How can this be done! Everyone is a neighbor, and it is also appropriate to help each other, and it is not easy for you orphans and widows, this small shop was burned down after only a few days of opening, and you will have to ask for silver in the future, so keep it. The neighbor's aunt said.

"The big guy has received the money, so that our mother and son can feel at ease." Song Yao smiled bitterly and said that the silver earned in the past few months was only enough to compensate for the loss of this fire, wasting a few months in vain.

Most of the 1,000 taels of silver left by Engong were used to buy a manor, and there were originally more than 100 taels of silver left, but the materials for building a greenhouse on Zhuangzi's side were sent, and Song Yao paid the final payment, and the income in the past few months was also used in the construction of Zhuangzi.

Now Song Yao only has some scattered silver left, and after distributing it to the neighbors, there are at most ten taels of silver, and he has become a poor egg again.

But the noodle restaurant burned down, and the landlord must be compensated, and no one hundred taels can't be paid, unless the county magistrate can reward her as soon as possible, she can only consider selling Zhuangzi.

However, these words could not be said, Zhuangzi's affairs could not be exposed, and Song Yao had not decided whether to take the initiative to go to the county government to ask for silver.

"Then, I'll thank you for the big guy, if there is anything you need in the future, you just have to speak." The eldest lady thought about it for a while, thinking that Song Yao was not short of money, so she took the charge and accepted the money.

Although it is not distributed to every household, this is also Song Yao's intention, which can make people who have been busy all night feel more comfortable.

The fire in the noodle shop alarmed the yamen, not only because the movement was not small, but more importantly, it was related to Song Yao, Hu Youcai specially sent someone to check, but in the face of a pile of ruins, he couldn't find any clues.

After Hu Jiayue learned the news, she wanted to come to see Song Yao, but Mrs. Hu stopped her on the grounds that Song Yao had not settled down yet, and it was not good to disturb her at this time.

In fact, Mrs. Hu just wanted to see if there would be any action on the side of the Nine Emperor Uncles, after all, the Nine Emperor Uncles meant that they were very satisfied with Song Yao's cooking skills last night, maybe Song Yao's shop caught fire, and it would be a happy ending for everyone.

"It's my daughter's inconsiderate thinking, but although it's inconvenient for my daughter to go, she should send someone to greet her and send some gifts over, so it's not a courtesy." After Hu Jiayue finished speaking, she shook Mrs. Hu's arm and said: "Mother let people go out before, whoever can cure her daughter's anorexia will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver, but you can't help but count." ”

After thinking about it for a while, Mrs. Hu thought clearly about the stakes, and giving Song Yao some favors at this time might be of great use in the future.

Even if Song Yao is not needed in the future, at least the Nine Emperor Uncle will be in the mansion for a day, Song Yao will not find a reason to refuse to come over to help, and the one hundred taels of silver were originally promised by her, and there is no loss in sending them to Song Yao.

"I don't know what's so good about Song Yao, you really treat her as a sister." Mrs. Hu said with a smile: "I will let the account office pay a hundred taels of silver, don't you have something to send?" Then send it all together. ”

"Thank you, Mother." Hu Jiayue said with a smile.

In the guest house, Nine Emperor Uncle received the secret letter, and his expression sank instantly.

"Is it true that this king is afraid of him and doesn't fight back?" Holding the hand of the secret letter, the joints clenched, and the Nine Emperor Uncle sneered: "Someone gave you such a big gift, don't let down the other party's wishes, just let your people practice their hands, and if there is one who returns to Beijing alive, go back to the furnace and practice again!" ”

"Yes." The entourage received the order, and his tone was serious and serious, and at a glance he knew that he was professionally trained.

"This king will arrange it himself, and if you don't finish solving the people over there, you don't have to come back to serve for the time being." Uncle Nine Emperor picked up the teacup and said.

"Master!" The entourage exclaimed, "These things will be arranged by the people below, how can the slave no longer serve in front of the master?" When the princess handed over the slave to the master, the life of the slave was the master's, and he had to follow the master for the rest of his life! ”

"Bamboo Heart, remember whose minion you are." The Nine Emperor Uncle opened his mouth lightly, without the slightest anger in his tone, but it made Zhu Xin's body stiffen.

"The minion is wrong!" Zhuxin knelt on one knee, "But according to the master's orders, please take care!" ”

Uncle Nine Emperor waved his hand, and after Zhuxin left, he picked up the jade flute and blew a few monotones out of tune, as if he was practicing a tune.

Soon, a man in black flashed into the room, waiting for instructions.

"Within three days, this king will find out the real culprit and accomplice in the arson case of Song's sister-in-law's noodle restaurant." Uncle Nine Emperor stroked the jade flute, and then ordered: "Prepare a second-entry mansion, and this king will move in tomorrow." ”

The things and silver sent by Hu Jiayue moved Song Yao very much, this kind of person who sent charcoal in the snow is the most worthy of befriending, although they have known each other for a short time, but Hu Jiayue helped her out of the siege for the second time.

Even though she was very tired now, Song Yao still wrote two recipes for Xiaolian to take back and repay one or two.

But Xiaolian only left on the front foot, and the landlord came over on the back foot, and directly explained the intention without waiting for Song Yao to apologize.

"At the beginning, I didn't agree to rent you a widow to do business, not only did I have a lot of rights and wrongs in front of the door, but I also burned down my ancestral house." The landlord has been drinking and gambling all year round, his face is sallow, and he stinks as soon as he opens his mouth, "I don't care if you accidentally burned the shop yourself, or if you made an enemy and let people set it on fire, now you give me five hundred taels of silver, and we will pay it off, or I will sell you two to the kiln." ”

Song Yao's smiling expression gradually became cold, and the action of pouring tea also paused.

"This shop has a backyard, and it sells at most one hundred taels of silver, and you open your mouth for five hundred taels of silver, doesn't it look at our orphans and widows to bully them?" Song Yao snorted coldly: "There is no loss in the backyard, and it will only cost fifty or sixty taels of silver to build a new shop in front, even if you sue the yamen, it will compensate you for this amount." Although I, Song Yao, am just a weak woman, I will not be the one who is wronged. ”