I'll hand over the system soon.

The food on the street is cheap, but it tastes terrible. If they didn't have any other choice, they really wouldn't want to eat it.

But this morning, they saw and tasted the pancakes that this girl sent to her grandfather. The taste was countless times better than the pig food on the street.

They knew Shen Quan's family background, and the pancakes he could eat must be inexpensive. Wouldn't such delicious and inexpensive pancakes be suitable for their lunch?

If it's not good for this ugly girl to eat for free, then let this ugly girl set up a stall on the street. They can buy and eat nearby, and they can also eat hot food.

Sancho glanced at the yamen behind the yamen, then at the county school and many bookstores and shops not far from the yamen, and pretended to be excited and said: "Then I will set up a stall here tomorrow!"

Isn't this a ready-made opportunity to make money? Street stalls are economical, and her stall is officially approved, so she doesn't have to worry about urban management or gangsters.

She had never thought about making money selling food before, but in this world, she was afraid that her stall would be smashed as soon as it was set up.

Now I am not afraid anymore.

Just as he was told, Sancho took advantage of the fact that it was still dark that day and took Shen Quan to buy some supplies and ingredients for the stall, spending a total of one or two silver.

Shen Quan had no problem with her setting up a stall to sell food. Not only did he have no problem with it, he was also very supportive.

In his opinion, selling food is great, isn't it much better than studying medicine or something?

But selling food is selling food, "Why are you buying these pig waste? It's so fishy! And these spices, what kind of food do you want to buy such expensive spices?"

The one tael of silver spent was only three hundred cents, but the very poor quality spices accounted for five hundred cents!

"Grandpa, don't worry, you'll know after you taste it when I'm done."

Sancho carried a pot of pigs into the water and walked to the river. At the same time, he did not forget to call Shen Quan: "Grandpa, please pick up a load of stove ashes for me."

Ask the ancients whether they eat pig urine? The answer is of course food.

It's just that they are eaten by poor people. After all, it is still meat.

However, because pig waste is extremely difficult to dispose of, many people don’t even know how to handle it. Even after it is processed, they don’t know how to make it delicious. Therefore, even poor people rarely eat pig waste.

But she doesn't have much else to do with Shen Quan, they just have more time and energy, and she happens to know how to handle pig waste and how to make it delicious, so there must be a place for pig waste in her stall.

Although Shen Quan didn't know what medicine Sancho was selling in his gourd, he was just carrying two loads of stove ashes. As soon as Sancho reached the river with his front legs, Shen Quan picked up the plant ashes with his hind legs.

The river water in winter was bitingly cold. Sancho stretched and retracted several times. Thinking that the money at home was getting less and less day by day, he finally bit the bullet and started cleaning the pig water.

The smell of pig urine required repeated washing with flour and alkali to clean it. But she did not have alkali and could not afford to wash it with flour, so she had to wash it several times with plant ash and then brush it back and forth with a bristle brush.

After all this trouble, even with Shen Quan's help, it took an hour to clean the pig in the basin.

Shen Quan looked at Sancho's red hands from the cold and couldn't help but feel distressed and said, "I'll wash them from now on. Just wait for me at home."

Sancho just smiled and said nothing. How could Shen Quan do the washing alone? He was not a young and strong man, and his body at this age might not be as good as that of a girl like her.

Because he had to prepare food for the stall tomorrow, Sancho didn't have time to cook today, so he only heated up the leftover pancakes from lunch for Shen Quan to eat.

As for herself? Sorry, I can't eat it yet.

Shen Quan probably knew that she couldn't eat anything now. After all, he was here and had experienced this, so even though he was worried, he didn't advise her to eat less.

Just stay hungry. If you're very hungry, you don't care whether it's disgusting or not. You can eat it in front of the rotting corpse.

After making dinner for Shen Quan, Sancho immediately started frying spices and marinating pig meat.

As the spices were added to the pot, a pungent spicy aroma began to linger in the dilapidated house where Shen Quan had lived for decades, and then slowly drifted farther away.

"Hey, what smells so good?"

Some people couldn't stand the scent and ran to the yard to smell it carefully. When they discovered that the scent was coming from Shen's family, their eyes widened in shock.

"Isn't it true that the sun rises from the west today? Does Old Shen's house smell so fragrant today?"

More and more people are walking out of their homes and gathering in the alley to chat.

"It should be what the girl he picked up on the street that day was doing to eat. The fragrance wafts out of his house every day during meals these days, but it's just not as strong as today." This is someone who lives very close to her.

"When did he pick up a girl and come back?" This is someone who lives a little further away.

No one was surprised that Old Man Shen could pick up a girl on the street. At this age, not only picking up girls on the street, but also picking up corpses.

"It's about half a month old. I saw it when I first picked it up. It was motionless. I thought the girl wouldn't survive, but I didn't expect her fate."

"How can Old Man Shen be so kind? He actually did a good deed."

"Listen to what you guys are saying. Old Man Shen's job is a bit unlucky and his mouth is a bit foul, but he is a nice person and he always helps his neighbors." There was an aunt who couldn't stand it and spoke up.

The person who was choked by the aunt looked a little embarrassed and said harshly: "Who asked him to help? If he helped me, I might get some bad luck."

These words made people angry. Everyone usually avoided Old Shen, but that was because Old Shen had a bad mouth. He would scold people whenever they disagreed, and the scolding was unpleasant, but it was not because he was so unlucky.

To despise others for being unlucky is done by people who have nothing to do when they are full. Who has the leisure to despise someone for being unlucky even if they are not full?

Moreover, they have all received more or less favors from Old Man Shen over the years, and no one has been unlucky.

"You think it's unlucky, then you should pay back the money your son borrowed from Mr. Shen when he was gambling excessively the year before last!"

When the money was mentioned, the talkative man immediately fell silent. What kind of money should I pay? His family has no money!

Besides, Old Man Shen didn’t ask his family to pay back the money.

"It's okay for Old Man Shen to pick up a female doll and go home. In the future, he won't have anyone to support him in his old age."

"Can the baby girl support her in her old age? I'm afraid I have to take Old Shen's coffin to her husband's house."

"You don't know something about this. I'm afraid that girl won't be able to get married. Not to mention having a grandpa like Old Shen who acts like a widower. The scar on her face alone will make it difficult for her to get married."

Only then did everyone realize that the girl that Old Man Shen picked up was a disfigured girl.

"Alas, they are all miserable people." Someone sighed.