A-Ning walked to the well and fetched a basin of water to wash his hands and face, his fingers were slender and white, but there were thick calluses on his palms and tiger mouth. It is a two-handed weapon that is customarily used as a weapon, and it is a weapon with a long handle such as a long sword.

Jing Zhao locked the warehouse door, "Qing's husband and father ......," he asked tentatively.

"Buried, both of them are buried in the back mountain."

Shang Shiji was at the foot of the mountain, Jing Zhao subconsciously turned around, and saw the breeze and white clouds in the mountains, a patch of green pines and cypresses, but almost every cypress tree has a small bulging mound.

He sighed softly. I don't know how many people are buried on this mountain.

The so-called people's livelihood is the people who live this land with blood and pain, with sorrow and whimpering. Therefore, Fan Zhongyan said: The people are bitter when they prosper, and the people who are dying are bitter. It's a pity that these sentient beings have been lost in the long river of history, and no one cares about them. Historians write literati and politicians with pen and ink, or praise them with exuberance, or details of their lives and deaths, which are extremely luxurious. But he is only stingy with sentient beings. Throughout history, in the fourth year of Emperor Qin, there were only three scribbled and thin words in the historian's pen - the epidemic in the world.

Jing Zhao retracted his thoughts, he was struggling to even survive now, what right did he have to complain. He shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. patted A-Ning on the shoulder and said, "It's hard work." ”

"Gu Jingzhao." A-Ning called him from behind.

"Huh?" Jing Zhao looked back blankly.

"Why don't you go?" A-Ning spoke, his tone as calm as ever, "The living are gone." ”

The living are gone...... It means that those who want to live should also leave, and those who remain are left with only one way to die.

Jing Zhao understood his voiceover, looked at him, and asked, "Are you leaving?" ”

"You are not from Quanjun, but you stumbled into this famine by mistake, and you encountered this plague again." Jing Zhao said with a sudden sadness: "You go, leave here to find a way to live." ”

A-Ning's action of washing his face stopped instantly. He looked up, and the unwrung towel was still dripping with water, and the water dripping in the clay basin made a ticking sound.

"Gu Heixu, do you think I'm wasting your food?" The young man's blazing gaze made Jing Zhao unable to dodge.

It's just that...... Where does this begin? When did he ever dislike him? Isn't that what he said?

Jing Zhao said: "From my selfish point of view, of course I hope you can stay." But I also know that the current situation in Quanjun is not optimistic. Without medicine, it will soon become a village of the dead. But then again, the world is vast, and the epidemic is raging, where is it absolutely safe? If there is no medicine to cure the disease, you will not be able to escape death when you get out of Quanjun. ”

"Oh." Ah Ning thought for a while, tilted his head and said, "So you think I'm wasting your food." ”

Jing Zhao: ...... Boy! It's hard not to give you a kitchen knife with this comprehension!

Jing Zhao smiled and coaxed a child's attitude: "How can you, it's my honor that you are willing to eat the dishes I cook." I sincerely invite you to stay and give me more suggestions and opinions to help me go to the next level on the road to being a good cook. ”

He bent down and reached out in an inviting gesture, winking at the boy a few times.

The corners of the young man's mouth moved indistinctly, and his face was still the same cold style, "Gu Jingzhao, you remember what you promised me, we will live together." ”

Jing Zhao sneered and laughed, and nodded heavily.

Jing Zhao actually only confessed half of his confession to A-Ning, and there was a more important reason why he didn't plan to leave. If you leave now, you will have to bring the ingredients from the warehouse, but with so many ingredients on the road, you will be looted without leaving Izumi-gun.

If you are robbed, it is better to stay and run a good restaurant, exchange the ingredients for praise coupons, and then exchange the praise coupons for medicinal materials, you can solve the trouble of the epidemic.

"A-Ning, I want to call all the people in Quanjun who are still alive and have no food." Jing Zhao said. He had calculated that it would be difficult for the six of them to exchange for 500 positive review tickets.

He has figured out how the system works, and the more people eat his cooking, the more praise he gets, the higher his supplies and health will be.

In a sense, the current environment of lack of food and clothing is beneficial to him.

"Gu Jingzhao, do you really think that you can't eat all the ingredients?" A-Ning frowned slightly, and there was something hidden between his eyebrows.

Jing Zhao squinted his fox eyes thoughtfully, smiled and nodded: "That's right." ”

A-Ning rolled his eyes fiercely, probably thinking he was crazy.

As A-Ning walked out, he thought: This person really can't stand the ups and downs. Like Gu Jingzhao, who has been doing this for more than ten years, once he is enlightened, he wants to prove to everyone that he Gu Jingzhao is a cook! Still an excellent cook.

A-Ning could understand his heart. It's a big deal to eat all the ingredients, and everyone will die together. But Gu Jingzhao finally proved himself, and after his death, the epitaph could finally be written - the tomb of Gu Jingzhao, the best cook in Quanxian County.

Quanjun is a village of 300 households, which is the third largest in Minyue. The terrain here is open, surrounded by Gaojing Mountain and Beiyu Mountain, blocking the cold air from the north, and the climate is mild and the land is fertile. There is a stream that flows down from the two mountains, from the upper stream to the lower stream, and then from the mouth of the lower stream to the East China Sea.

There is a small hill in the middle of this stream, although it is not big, but it blocks the wind from the sea, and this village is divided into two halves, near the upper stream, the climate is better, and the grain grown is large and full, and the lower stream is worse.

Later, the number of people in the village gradually increased, and Shangxi gradually could not accommodate so many people, so they divided their families and drove the side departments and outsiders to live in Xiaxi.

And because the clan of the village is the surname of She An, this stream was named: Anxi; The people of Quanjun are also known as the people of Anxi.

The original owner's surname is Gu, and he is an outsider, and in the memory of the original owner inherited by Jing Zhao, he vaguely remembers that his family moved here to escape a big war.

The ancestors opened Shang Shiji in Xiaxi, which is the only restaurant in Xiaxi. But in the past few years after Jing Zhao took over, the people who went down to the river would rather walk a few more miles to eat in Shangxi than step into Shangshiji.

Therefore, A Ning knocked on the first door, "Gu Jingzhao invites you to Shangshiji for dinner!" ”

"No, no, no! Poisoned by him, Lao Tzu might as well starve to death! ”

The second: "Shang Shiji? Then Gu Ku Ding started harming people again? ”

The third family: "My family has no food, you go and tell him, they are all from the neighborhood, and if he has excess food, he will give a little to everyone." He really doesn't have the talent to be a cook, don't waste food. ”

There were many opinions: "That's it, Shang Shiji and food will be taken out and divided." ”

"It's all a stockade, how can he, Gu Jingzhao, see death and not save him, and hide grain privately?"

The people around heard the noise and walked out of their homes, the fields were empty, and now there was a plague raging, and the families were not happy. They live on the only surplus food left in the family, but there will always be a day when the ammunition runs out, and the only hope left for them is that the patriarch and the great witch can come up with a way as soon as possible, praying that God can save them.

"Is there any medicine? Whoever has medicine to save my son, he won't be able to ...... soon."

"Gu Kuding is a cook, how can he have medicine? Besides, do you dare to take his medicine? ”

"According to me, it's only right for him to take out all the food and distribute it among everyone."

A Ning's face instantly cooled, he slowly raised his head and swept around the crowd, the chill in his eyes made the scene quiet instantly.

No one would have thought that this half-grown child could have such a deterrent power, and the murderous aura he carried on his body made people feel cold all over his body.

A Ning said: "Shangshiji doesn't divide food, if you don't want food, you can eat." Don't charge for food, and be full. ”