I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

This old man who appeared inexplicably was indeed a master, and he was on par with Qian Ping.

His kung fu follows the Huoyang route, even in such a world of ice and snow, he has not been greatly affected, and a layer of flames is covered with the wind in his palm; Qian Ping only has a horsewhip in his hand, and he has to worry about the horses and ordinary people around him, beating him with his hands tied .

Qian Ping secretly groaned, but the old man on the opposite side was not lacking in surprise: This young man who looks so ordinary is actually a martial arts master?When did such a backcountry have such a level of master?

And it looks like he's just a driver!

How noble would the people in that car be?

The old man licked his lips, his eyes were fiery: If the nobleman inside is captured, wouldn't it be possible to extort a lot of money?

Yan Moji saw the old man's eyes from the door curtain, his heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously shrank back a little, worried: "Can Qian Ping hold it?"

Ji Mingwu picked up the teapot in the carriage, poured two cups of hot tea, and handed him a cup: "Don't worry."

Yan Moji took a cup, holding the warm teacup in his hand, feeling a little more at ease, and smiled at Ji Mingwu: "Thank you Brother Wu."

While he was drinking tea with his head down, Ji Mingwu lightly shook his right hand, and two drops of tea flew out from between his fingers. They passed through the crack of the door curtain of the carriage as quickly as lightning and silently, and instantly pierced into the person who was fighting with Qian Ping. The back of the old man.

The old man was still dreaming of finishing the job, but he felt numb at the back, his whole body suddenly lost control, his internal energy almost turned back, and before Qian Ping came up to attack, his whole body went "gudong" "He fell face-to-face in the snow.

Qian Ping was taken aback, and slapped him with a horsewhip in his hand, sending him flying for more than ten meters. Seeing the old man who was still invincible just now lying there silently, he reacted belatedly, and quietly looked at the carriage. With one glance, he ran over and grabbed the old man.

Ji Mingwu turned his head calmly, as if nothing had happened, and took a sip of tea.

——If it wasn't for his reluctance to kill in front of Ah Ji, just by the way the old man looked at him, he would have been cold at this moment.

Yan Moji only took a sip of tea, and when he raised his head again, he saw that Qian Ping was already carrying the old man over like he was dragging a bag of garbage, he couldn't help but be taken aback: "Huh? Qian Ping is done?"

The one-armed man outside was still fighting with the bodyguard, turned his head inadvertently, and was horrified to find that his biggest reliance on this trip had become a prisoner of others, and could not help cursing in his heart: I spent a lot of money to invite The so-called masters of the martial arts, when they were in the stockade, they showed off their might and were invincible, and they were directly captured alive when they came out for the first business?

Bah, trash!

Cursing in his heart, the one-armed man also knew that the old man's martial arts were much stronger than his own. Seeing that the young master who had captured the old man had already looked over, he immediately felt like retreating, and with a long roar, he forced the guard back , turned around and escaped with a few vertical leaps.

After receiving the signal from the boss, the other bandits also fled one after another, leaving their wounded comrades alone. After a while, there was no trace of the wounded on the ground except for bloodstains and howling wailing.

The head of the bodyguard pulled a piece of cloth to tie up his wound, and ordered everyone to mend the bandit who was not dead and ran away, then gathered all the people in his bodyguard team, and counted the number of people. His face was slightly heavy.

——At first, I thought that this dart trip should be fairly simple, but I didn’t expect to lose a few brothers, and a few people were seriously injured.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Escort Wei wiped his face, came to Yan Moji's car, and solemnly saluted Qian Ping: "Thank you, young hero, for saving my life."

Although he had been wrestling with the one-armed man just now, the head guard still paid attention to other positions in the convoy.

The old man who used the Fire Yang Palm was indeed a master, but he was taken down by this simple-faced young man in front of him with a few tricks!

Qian Ping waved his hand, and awkwardly lifted the old man whose acupuncture points had been tapped in his hands. He couldn't say clearly that it was not his fault, so he could only vaguely say: "It's okay, it's okay..."

At this moment, Yan Moji got out of the car, and saw from a distance that the convoy men were stabbing the bandits who were not yet dead one by one, and they could still hear their short screams before they died, and their face turned pale again.

However, although he personally cannot accept such things as killing people, he also knows that this world is not a society ruled by law in his previous life, and he has his own reasons for doing things, so he doesn't talk too much. How is it?"

"Fifth Young Master fainted from fright, and he hasn't woken up yet." Escort Wei replied, then turned to look at the old man who couldn't move, "What should I do with this man?"

He glanced at the old man, saw the begging look in his eyes, pondered for a moment, and looked at Yan Moji: "My suggestion is..."

He lightly made a movement of scratching his neck.

Yan Moji looked at the gray-haired old man, bit his lower lip, and fell into deep thought.

In fact, Qian Ping's position is inclined to the judgment of the head of the guard.After all, such vicious people will not be grateful for letting them die, and they will be resented instead, and will be retaliated against in the future.

But the boss is the boss after all, and the little uncle didn't say anything, so he just pinched the old man's neck honestly, waiting for Yan Moji to make a decision.

——The big deal, if the owner is soft-hearted, he will quietly abolish the old man's martial arts when he lets the old man go. In this weather, an old man without martial arts can't live for long.

Yan Moji frowned and thought for a while, and finally spoke, but he turned to Feng Wenlan who came over in a panic, "Qin Lan, do you have that kind of medicine that can control people?"

Feng Wenlan sneaked up on those bandits a lot during the melee, and now she messed up her hair a little bit, pretending to be a frightened and weak woman, and wanted to come over to see if she could get the consoling dessert from her boss, so she was asked this question , froze for a moment: "what?"

"It's the kind of thing that requires regular antidote after eating." Yan Moji's face was still a little pale, but his expression was very solemn, and he explained a little. "This old man's kung fu is very good. We used to have Miss Wu in Ice Kung Fu, but Fire Yang Kung Fu has never recruited anyone. I was thinking that there are a lot of food that need a person with Fire Yang internal strength; there is also a constant temperature warehouse. It’s almost time to start preparing now.”

——Leopard fetus Yijing pills and the like, there should be some, right?

The head of the guard Wei was stunned when he heard it: What's the matter with Boss Yan who looks white and tender?Ordinary people who have captured martial arts masters of this level, shouldn't they think about how to kill the grass or take it for their own use?

Although Boss Yan seems to want to use it for himself... But why does it sound so weird?

The expression on Feng Wenlan's face also collapsed for a moment, and she immediately became serious, and said seriously: "Master, the young girl comes from the Qihuang sect, and the disciples in the sect are all committed to curing diseases and saving lives. The elders have never taught us such crooked ways!"

——Feng Wenlan's sect is so honest and benevolent, it seems that he was misled by those martial arts novels in his previous life...

Yan Moji was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to apologize.

Unexpectedly, just after Feng Wenlan finished explaining this great truth, she immediately changed her expression, took out a red porcelain bottle from her bosom, approached the old man, poured out a glowing red pill and fed it in, whispering: " ...But the little girl is traveling alone, and she has indeed researched some similar medicines for self-defense, and the boss can use them as much as she likes."

——Self-defense?

The expression on Yan Moji's face froze for a moment, and Feng Wenlan stuffed a small white porcelain bottle in his hand.

"This is a long-term antidote, just take one pill every seven days." Feng Wenlan also instructed at the end, "The master must not say that he took it from me, so as not to tarnish the reputation of our sect."

Qian Ping was naturally assured of Feng Wenlan's medical skills from Green Mulberry Valley. Looking at his master's face, he raised his hand to undo the old man's acupuncture points, but stood in front of Yan Moji, preventing him from getting violent and hurting others.

The old man opened his acupoints, a red light flashed in his hands, and a layer of hot wind was raised, and he retreated suddenly, and disappeared in front of everyone in a few steps.

He ran away directly.

The head of the guard guard was stunned for a while, before he could say something, he heard Feng Wenlan say to Yan Moji with a smile: "My master, don't worry, the medicine that Feng Wenlan prescribed, he will come to the door by himself sooner or later." , let’s pack up and move on.”

...

For those who were injured in the convoy, Feng Wenlan helped to deal with their injuries; for the few who died unfortunately, the head of the guard tidied up their bodies, buried them nearby, and offered a glass of water and wine.

Standing behind the small tomb, Yan Moji felt very sad when he saw that everyone, including the Wei brothers, were silent with red eye circles.

Wei Biao turned around and saw Yan Moji's gloomy expression. He was slightly taken aback, and the expression on his ferocious face softened slightly, and he said, "Boss Yan, don't be sad. I'm used to this kind of gathering day and night."

Yan Moji was silent for a while, still feeling a little panicked.Although he had experienced life and death with his relatives in his previous life, but that was after he had exhausted all means, and it was very different from watching a living life disappear in an instant.

Finally he couldn't help but ask, "Do they have any family?"

"Why not." The head of the bodyguard was silent for a while, and sighed, "We will also report the funeral when the bodyguard returns... It's so precarious..."

Yan Moji looked at the low earthen bunker, in which were buried several lives he had known not long ago, and felt full of incomprehension: "Since wandering the world is so dangerous, why do you want to wander the rivers and lakes?"

"If we don't venture into the Jianghu, what can we do?" The head of the bodyguard Wei smiled wryly, "There is no land, and the court deliberately targets Jianghu people. If you want to work seriously, it is difficult to find a satisfactory job."

Yan Moji couldn't understand them, but he didn't say anything.He turned his head, looked at the sun that was already sinking in the sky, pursed his lower lip, turned and walked towards his carriage.

Suddenly, a big hand stretched out, holding his right hand gently with fiery temperature.

Yan Moji turned his head, just in time to see his brother Wu's calm and handsome profile.

Ji Mingwu turned his head slowly, looking at Yan Moji with dark jade-like eyes, clenched his left hand lightly, and said in a low and firm voice, "It's okay, just do what you want."

Yan Moji was taken aback.

Looking at him, Ji Mingwu suddenly twitched his lips slightly, showing a rare smile, holding his hand, and repeated: "Just do what you want."

Yan Moji looked at Ji Mingwu with his back facing the afterglow of the setting sun, the edge of his hair was coated with a layer of orange light, and his black pupils seemed to be shining like stars, full of inexplicable trust and support.

Seeing Brother Wu like this, Yan Moji suddenly felt that the haze in his heart dissipated a little, he couldn't help but also laughed, and clenched Ji Mingwu's hand behind his back: "Okay."

...

The rest of the journey was safe and sound. After almost two days, the group finally approached Qingzhou City.

Qingzhou City has been the transportation fortress of this land since ancient times. It is backed by Qinghe River and looks south to Xiahai.The dynasties of all dynasties have set up Jiedu envoys or command envoys in Qingzhou City, and often have princes in Qingzhou.

The city wall of Qingzhou City can be seen from a distance, and there are more pedestrians around, and the people in the motorcade have relaxed a lot.

Fifth Young Master Yuan felt very ashamed because he was fainted by bandits in the car that day, and he stayed in the car for two days and refused to come out. .

In the car, Yan Moji was flipping through the "Qingzhou Chronicles" kindly provided by Yuan Wu, which introduced a lot of the human geography of Qingzhou City, which was very helpful for his next development.

It's just that the vertical traditional characters from the right are really painful to chew, making Yan Moji scratch his ears and cheeks.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped and Yan Moji raised his head, slightly confused: "What's the matter? Didn't you mean to rush to Qingzhou City in one go?"

Qian Ping knocked on the car door outside, and said, "Boss, the old man came here two days ago."

The old man with the fire palm?

Yan Moji opened the curtain of the car curiously and went out.That day Feng Wenlan swore that the poison she had given, ah bah, was medicine, and ordinary people would never be able to undo it, and the old man would come back to find them sooner or later.

Sure enough, standing in front of the convoy was the gray-haired old man with a gloomy face as if dripping water.

Yan Moji thought he would talk nonsense with the old man, but he didn't expect that although the old man looked down, he was very savvy. He humbly accepted him as his boss, prayed for atonement, and was willing to work for Yan Moji for a period of time. antidote.

In fact, the old man planned to take advantage of Qian Ping's inattention and directly kidnap the young man with the antidote.

But every time he quietly approached the convoy, he could feel a strong aura locked on him in the carriage, and the high level of martial arts made him feel thrilled.Presumably he was the one who sneaked up on him in the melee.

He couldn't fight and couldn't run, and after struggling for two days, the old man still bowed his head to the reality.

——The master won't always be by this owner's side, right?As long as this little boss is alone... hum.

Yan Moji had no idea what was going on inside the old man who called himself "Jiang Weng".Qian Ping could see it, but just thinking about how much his little uncle attached to his master, he could only secretly sympathize with the old man in his heart.

The escort guards and his party didn't have much reaction to old man Jiang.During the scuffle, old man Jiang went directly to Qian Ping, who had the highest martial arts, and no one in the convoy was hurt, so there was no hatred between them.

After paying the gate tax and entering Qingzhou City, everyone relaxed unconsciously.

Qingzhou City is indeed worthy of being the prefecture of the surrounding counties. The city walls are tall and straight, and the gates are wide, which can almost accommodate several horse-drawn carriages driving side by side; Vendors, and some children peddled along the road with baskets.

Fifth Young Master Yuan invited Yan Moji and the others to live in the house that the Yuan family bought in Qingzhou City. Yan Moji thought about it and agreed.

Although I brought a lot of bank notes, but they are all for the principal of opening a shop in Qingzhou City. Now that there is a place to live, why not do it?

——Anyway, it's not a waste of time. Fifth Young Master obviously wants to cook for him.

Fifth Young Master Yuan did plan this way, but he just arrived in Qingzhou City, and now he is very interested in the food in Qingzhou City, so he invited Yan Moji and Wei Biaotou to go to the most famous Longquan Restaurant in Qingzhou City.

The reputation of Longquan Restaurant is well-deserved, with a height of more than ten floors. The interior decoration of the building is magnificent, and the fireplace is lit every other section of the wall, which makes the whole Longquan Restaurant warm in the first month of the lunar year.

The taste of the food here is quite good, even Yan Moji eats it with relish.

After Ji Mingwu heard the name "Longquan Restaurant", the aura around him changed slightly.Qian Ping, who is relatively strong in martial arts, felt it keenly, and secretly asked him through voice transmission during the meal: "Little uncle, what's the matter?"

Ji Mingwu pondered for a while, thinking that Qian Ping's status in the sect is not considered low, and it's okay to know, so he replied in the same way: "Longquan Restaurant is the property of the sect."

Qian Ping: "..."

——Although he knew that there was no shortage of food and clothing in the sect, and it must be supported by land and industry, but he never expected to enter his own territory as soon as he arrived in Qingzhou City.

——However... This Longquan restaurant seems to be the most famous restaurant in Qingzhou City. Will there be conflicts with mixed food in the future?Just like Baishanlou is in the town?

Although Yan Moji told Qian Ping a lot of development concepts and routes, Qian Ping still had a little understanding of these concepts, and began to worry about two stores with completely different development directions—unlike Li Si, who was in Yan Mo Ji seems to be almost ready to be a manager.

Ji Mingwu saw what his nephew was worried about, but he didn't say much, and concentrated on eating the dishes on the table.

He can somewhat understand Yan Moji's development plan, so he is not worried about the conflict between Assorted Food and Longquan Restaurant.

——Even if there was a conflict, he would just have a "heart-to-heart talk" with the person in charge of Longquan Restaurant.

...

Satisfied with food and drink, Fifth Young Master Yuan rubbed his stomach and went back to rest. Head Wei also took a few people to the homes of the brothers who passed away to report the funeral. Yan Moji called Qian Ping and Feng Wenlan to discuss the matter together. next step.

Since we want to develop in Qingzhou City, the first and most important thing is to decide what to sell.

Today, Yan Moji has contributed a lot of snacks to the mixed food, and all of them are delicious and eye-catching.But if we want to open a store now, we definitely can't bring out so much food in one go.

On the one hand, assorted foods are not yet well-known in Qingzhou City, and a special and distinctive food is needed as a representative of assorted foods to quickly spread the reputation of assorted foods; , There are only four of them, and the temporary recruits are not familiar with it.

Conflict arose between Qian Ping and Feng Wenlan about what to sell first.

Qian Ping: "Boss, I think we should sell cakes first, which are the most unique. I, Qian Ping, have been traveling all over the world for so many years. This is also the first time I have seen cakes and egg tarts. I must have never seen them in Qingzhou City."

Feng Wenlan: "Boss, my little girl thinks it's better to sell assorted dishes... The name of assorted dishes contains the name of our shop, and in this winter weather, wouldn't a bowl of steaming assorted dishes be better than that cake?" Easier to attract people?"

The two argued for a long time, and finally looked at Yan Moji together.

Yan Moji was still chewing on the "Qingzhou Chronicle" with difficulty, seeing that the two of them were almost arguing, he put down the scroll in his hand, thought for a while and said, "I think what Wenlan said makes sense."

Feng Wenlan glanced at Qian Ping proudly.

"Desserts are novel enough, but the target customer base is actually relatively narrow." Yan Moji explained to Qian Ping, "We must first develop from the bottom-level people, so naturally we must choose foods that are most acceptable to the common people."

Qian Ping nodded thoughtfully—although he still didn't understand what "target customer group" meant.

Fortunately, Yan Moji knew that Qian Ping didn't have much talent in this area, so he didn't force him to understand, and continued: "I have an idea... Let's build a grilled fish hot pot restaurant."

Neither Qian Ping nor Feng Wenlan had ever eaten Yan Moji's grilled fish hot pot, but after hearing Mrs. Wu show off it several times, the eyes of the two who had blindly trusted the master's craftsmanship for a long time brightened, and they said in unison: "Good!"

"I took a look. Qinghe River is next to Qingzhou City, and it's not far from Xiahai Sea. The aquatic products are very rich. Seafood has always been popular in Qingzhou City, and in winter, the business must not be bad. Of course, not only grilled fish, we also You have to cook something else to live up to the name of mixed food."

After Yan Moji's analysis, he realized that both Qian Ping and Feng Wenlan looked at him expectantly, and were stunned: "What's wrong."

"My boss is right!" Qian Ping hurriedly said, "Then let's make a grilled fish today!"

Feng Wenlan also said coquettishly: "The boss will try to make a copy tonight? The little girl also wants to see if she can help the boss."

Feng Wenlan has been participating in the role of a technical consultant since entering the assorted food. On weekdays, he basically only controls the quality and improvement of the medicinal wine, which is quite leisurely.

After hearing her words, Yan Moji's eyes lit up: "Speaking of which, I ask Lan, do you have a lot of research on medicinal herb cultivation?"

"Well, I know a thing or two..."

Yan Moji clapped his hands together: "It's done! Old man Jiang also got it, and we can just set up a constant temperature greenhouse to grow fresh vegetables!"

Feng asked Lan: "...?"

The author has something to say: Brother Wu hasn’t lost his horse so quickly haha_(XD」∠)_