Lin Qingqing lay on the bed, recalling those things about the assassins.

Sometimes, Lin Qingqing had a hard time mixing them with the Assassins she remembered. They are not afraid of the gaze of others, on the contrary, they appear in front of people's eyes almost with great fanfare, pursuing their goals in every way.

Lin Qingqing had actually known about their whereabouts a long time ago, but at that time, she was not very sure that these men in black were the ones who assassinated her.

However, when the search route of these black-clothed men was getting closer and closer to Jiangle Village, Lin Qingqing was already able to confirm it.

But fortunately, Jiangle Village, where Lin Qingqing was located, was too remote, and Lin Qingqing didn't think they would be able to chase them here quickly. After all, the carriage that the old couple of the Qi family came back had already been sold in Yongyuan Town.

If the men in black were following the carriage, then their clues should have been broken.

"Let's hope so." Lin Qingqing said with undried tears. This night, Lin Qingqing felt a little cold for the first time, and the quilt was tightly pulled into a ball, and he fell asleep with him.

The next day, when Lin Qing came to her senses, she forced herself to forget about yesterday's events. I tidied up my clothes in front of the bronze mirror, and then walked in the direction of the entrance of the village.

Lin Qingqing sat in the tofu shop, picked up the account book and looked at it casually.

In the morning, no other stores were open, but there were already people lining up in the tofu shop. Lin Qingqing's tofu is definitely the best in the nearby mountain villages, so many villagers who are more particular about tofu will come to buy it.

And some merchants will also come over and ask for a bowl of tofu brain, mixed with brown sugar, and it will be used as breakfast.

In the past, it was not quiet in this tofu shop, but after yesterday's incident, the villagers suddenly slapped their hands and feet. The others, who sensed that something was not quite right in the atmosphere, also quieted down.

Lin Qingqing looked at the few businessmen who took tofu brains for breakfast and smiled. Originally, there were no tofu flowers in Lin Qingqing's tofu shop. It's not that Lin Qingqing can't make it, but the tofu flower is scooped out from the top layer of tofu, if Lin Qingqing also uses the upper layer of tofu to make tofu flowers, then the quality of her tofu will definitely decline.

Quality, that's what she's always insisted on, at least when it comes to tofu. However, with the opening of the production line of dried tofu, tofu flowers began to appear in Lin Qingqing's tofu shop.

The most important thing is that the most tough part of the dried bean curd needs to bean, and the part of the bean curd is redundant.

Despite this, there are really not many tofu brains left in the tofu curd process. Every day, these traders need to come to the tofu shop early to wait, and when they come late, there is really no more.

So, recently, Lin Qingqing began to hear rumors about the tofu brain in Jiangle Village. Because it is difficult to eat, coupled with its good taste, the tofu brain of Jiangle Village has become a legendary delicacy.

Those visitors in the town also heard about this, and they all said that they wanted to eat the tofu brain of Jiangle Village. Lin Qingqing also considered whether to use tofu brain for restaurants at that time. But in the end, she still dismissed her thoughts.

"You guys, do you know that you almost can't afford to eat tofu brain?" Lin Qingqing looked at the businessmen and said.

Lin Qingqing smiled and went up to the restaurant part on the second floor.

The cook on the second floor saw her and brought her a bowl of hot soup.

The bowl hadn't arrived yet, but the smell of the meat had already arrived.

This is a bowl of stewed mutton soup, Lin Qingqing took a bite, and felt a burst of heat spread in his body, and his body slowly warmed up.

Then, there is fried tofu pork. It is to make a cut in the middle of the tofu and stuff it with minced meat.

After two simple dishes and a bowl of hot porridge, Lin Qingqing already felt full. Such a simple meal is one that the townspeople often order.

Thanks to the patronage of visitors from the town, otherwise Lin Qingqing would not have had the opportunity to eat such a good thing. Of course, this is not taken from the guest's portion, but the guest's leftovers.

In Lin Qingqing's restaurant, all the ingredients are required to be as fresh as possible, and some of the things made can only be eaten or poured out if they are not consumed that day.

So, whenever Lin Qingqing came to the restaurant, she, the big boss, seemed to be a leftover eater.

After eating, Lin Qingqing also began to check the account books of the restaurant.

Recently, there have been more visitors to the town, probably because of the flow of customers brought by the newly launched 'Mandarin Duck Copper Hot Pot'. If, many of the recent dishes are bought from outside, plus the freight, Lin Qingqing can not make much money.

"It seems that we have to find a way to enrich the products in the village." Lin Qingqing said with his chin propped up.

At this time, Lin Qingqing began to think of some things. Yesterday, the villagers gave her the task of planning spring farming. From this point of view, Lin Qingqing is indeed going to arrange it well.

So, Lin Qingqing called Hua Ming, and the two discussed together. In the end, the result has changed from a plan for the beginning of spring tomorrow to a plan for starting now.

Lin Qingqing will be busy from now on.

After Lin Qingqing finished eating, he asked Tian Lu to summon the village to come over. It didn't take long for Lin Qingqing to reappear in the small square.

The villagers looked at Lin Qingqing's appearance, and they all lowered their heads, after yesterday's incident, the villagers felt very sorry for Lin Qingqing.

Lin Qingqing also learned their thoughts from the eyes of the villagers. However, she didn't say anything, and coughed lightly, quieting down the villagers.

"Villagers, the plan you made me think about yesterday has been discussed with Hua Ming."

"Miss Lin, just say it, and we'll do as you say." A villager said.

"I think what you said makes sense, I can't wait until the beginning of spring to prepare, but I will prepare now." Lin Qingqing said.

"So, Miss Lin, what do we need to do?"

"Compost." Lin Qingqing said.

After listening to this, the villagers were also a little unable to react, but in the end, the villagers came back to their senses. "Miss Lin, just say it, we are farmers who have been farming for generations, and composting is not hard work."

The one who spoke was pushed out of the village chief, his expression was already a little numb, and he seemed to be used to this life of being used.

Under the mobilization of Lin Qingqing, the villagers of Jiangle Village began to transport pig manure from the pig factory to the south of the village for composting. Of course, Lin Qingqing asked them to start their work in the evening when the visitors returned.

Fortunately, in winter, the pig manure did not stink too much, and the village was not disturbed by the smell. Soon, to the south of the village, a hill of straw and pig dung took shape.