I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

At home at night, when Yan Moji was arranging the quilt, he suddenly found Moyu caught in the quilt that he couldn't find during the day, and he couldn't help picking it up in surprise: "Why is Moyu here?"

Ji Mingwu was sitting on a round stool drinking tea. Hearing this, he lightly paused his hands and put down his teacup as if nothing had happened: "Perhaps it fell into the quilt in the morning."

"Really?" Yan Moji frowned, hung Mo Yu around his neck again, and glanced at Ji Mingwu quietly.

——He would make the bed every day when he got up, to make sure that Moyu was not caught in the quilt when he folded the quilt in the morning.

——Thinking about it now, if Brother Wu really knew martial arts, and he took away his Moyu without anyone noticing, wouldn't he be able to find out?

——But why did Brother Wu take Moyu?

...

The next day, Yan Moji and Ji Mingwu went out together, went to two stores on Suian Street together, inspected the two stores as usual, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, they planned to go to the dessert station to have a look.

Ji Mingwu was taken aback for a moment, frowned slightly, gave some instructions to the two fish killers who were in charge of killing fish, and went out with Yan Moji.

Yan Moji was a little surprised, tilted his head and smiled and said, "Brother Wu is going to the dessert station too?"

Ji Mingwu let out a "huh".

Yan Moji raised his eyebrows, a little doubt in his heart.

——Besides delivering carpentry, this is the first time for Brother Wu to go to the dessert station of Assorted Foods.

——Is there really any wooden frame to be made?

Although there was a trace of suspicion about Ji Mingwu's identity in his heart, after Yan Moji's initial shock, after thinking about it carefully, he confirmed at least one thing:

——His brother Wu's feelings for him should not be fake.

——If brother Wu can fake the eyes and expressions in the day and night, and between the ears and the temples, and encounter this kind of actor-level acting skills, then I will consider myself unlucky.

In fact, Yan Moji really wanted to grab the man next to him by the collar and ask him if he was from the world, why didn't he say anything to him?

——The two of them are supposed to be the closest relationship in the world, aren't they?

In the current situation, excluding Yan Moji's displeasure caused by his lack of trust in his brother Wu, on the contrary, he was a little dissatisfied, and even a little competitive.

——Since Brother Wu kept it from him, he must find out the truth himself!

Yan Moji looked sideways at Ji Mingwu who was beside him, and let out a soft "hum" in his nose.

When he arrived at the dessert station, Yan Moji went to the back kitchen first.

Qian Ping was experimenting with the fudge that Yan Moji suggested to him before.

Boil the fruit juice, refined sugar, sweet potato powder and other ingredients together in a pot until it becomes thick, then quickly beat the syrup with the sand-splitting sword method shown by Qian Ping before, stir it up until the syrup is transparent, and use the sword method to instantly Cut into finger-sized dices, let cool and coat with a layer of sugar, soft and sweet fudge is ready.

The fudge produced in this way is actually relatively rough and not very easy to put on the shelves, so Qian Ping has been studying how to make the taste and shape of the fudge more refined these days.

Yan Moji also came over to make some comments.

When Qian Ping made another improved version of fudge, Yan Moji tasted one and nodded with satisfaction: "This time it feels very good."

Qian Ping himself took one and chewed it, with a smile on his simple and honest face: "It's better to give advice from the boss."

In fact, Yan Moji just told Qian Ping about some techniques of making fudge that he had seen in his previous life. Qian Ping was mainly studying it himself, so he didn't take credit for it. He waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's all thanks to you. I'm fine."

He touched another fudge: "Do you have any thoughts about the subsequent release of this fudge?"

Qian Ping patted off the powdered sugar and flour stained on his hands. Hearing this, he hesitated for a moment, a little confused: "Isn't it just to put it on the shelves... put it in jars and sell it at the dessert station?"

"Well, although it can be like this, in fact, this kind of fudge is a bit different from the cake dessert at the dessert station."

Yan Moji put the fudge in his mouth into his mouth, chewed it, felt the sweet and light taste, and finally said: "Compared with desserts, I prefer snacks."

Qian Ping vaguely understood Yan Moji's meaning: "The boss is saying that they will open a special snack counter for fudge?"

"No." Yan Moji shook his head, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "I mean, open a snack shop."

This was the idea that Yan Moji came up with when he saw Chen Weng eating boiled peanuts when he was a guest at Chen Weng's house a few days ago.

In the previous life, "Three Hamsters" and "Liangpindianzi" and other brands specializing in selling snacks were very popular, and the market and profits of high-end snacks were very lucrative.

It has been nearly half a year since Yan Moji came to Qingzhou City, and he has some idea of ​​the living standards of the people in Qingzhou City.

Qingzhou is rich, surrounded by fertile fields and fertile soil, and is close to the river and the coast. Under King Qi’s rule, taxes are not heavy. As long as ordinary people are hardworking and willing to work, most of them have a good family. At least they don’t feel bad about buying snacks like mixed food.

As for snacks, the leisure food for leisure time is relatively monotonous among the middle and lower class people, almost all of which are peanuts, melon seeds and the like, and there are very few others.

As for the upper-class rich and noble families, they can make some delicate dried fruits, sugar cakes and the like. They are not the houses of princes and nobles, and there are not many tricks.

Judging from Yan Moji's past life experience, as long as it is edible food, it can be processed into small snacks, which can be eaten with relish if you don't fill your stomach, not limited to candy cakes and dried fruits.Therefore, the market for snacks in Qingzhou City is relatively blank.

Qian Ping understood Yan Moji's meaning, thought about it carefully, and then became a little confused after his eyes lit up: "The boss said that snacks can indeed be made and opened alone, but I couldn't think of any novel snacks that could be made at the moment. ?”

"The simplest thing is what to do with the fruit." Yan Moji thought for a while and said, "The fresh fruit removes impurities, marinates it with sugar or other ingredients and bakes it into a crispy dried fruit. It's crunchy when you bite into it, and it's very suitable for snacks. "

He seemed to have remembered something, rubbed his chin and laughed: "It just so happens that the weather is getting hot now, old man Jiang doesn't need to maintain the heat of the constant temperature greenhouse, it's too wasteful to just ask him to cook teppanyaki, let him do it for you Use it as an oven."

Qian Ping paused after eating candy: "...The boss is really thoughtful."

"Even if it's ordinary melon seeds and peanuts, we can develop more routines." Yan Moji continued to give examples, "Stir-frying or boiling, tea aroma, crab roe, caramel, walnut aroma...all of these flavors can be made. "

Qian Ping chewed the soft candy, thought about it carefully, and his eyes became brighter: "My boss is right."

Yan Moji threw a piece of fudge into his mouth, and said with a smile: "I'm just bringing up this idea now, and there must be a lot of preparation before opening the store. You should think about it first."

Qian Ping nodded, and stuffed another handful of fudge into his mouth: "I'll think about it."

Seeing that he hadn't stopped eating sweets, Yan Moji asked casually, "Qian Ping, I think you and Li Si both like sweets, why?"

Qian Ping replied smoothly: "Our sect has to drink tonic every day during the stage of physical fitness, to forge out the impurities in the body. The medicine is really bitter, and the master will distribute candied fruit according to the seriousness of the martial arts training. When I was young, everyone Counting on eating candied fruit, I got up every morning to go to the martial arts field to practice martial arts."

- oh well.

"It was really hard work."

Yan Moji raised his eyebrows lightly, patted Qian Ping's shoulder, and said sincerely: "Qian Ping, you are a good person, you must maintain your current good quality."

Qian Ping: "...?"

...

Yan Moji left the dessert station, and Ji Mingwu also left with him.

Yan Moji looked sideways at Ji Mingwu, who was usually silent, and asked with a smile, "What did Brother Wu do at the dessert stand?"

Ji Mingwu was taken aback.He slightly felt that Yan Moji's tone of voice to him today was a little weird, it sounded like it was still the same intimate tone as before, but the emotion contained was a bit off.

He was silent for a while before answering: "Qian Ping asked me to make a wooden shelf for placing fudge a while ago. I haven't been free. Come here today to check the location and determine the size."

Yan Moji raised his eyebrows and looked at him in surprise.

——Brother Wu is fine, you can do a full set of acting!

Thinking of this, Yan Moji felt a little upset again, and lightly kicked a small stone on the side of the road: "I won't cook at noon."

Since Yan Moji took off the job of grilling fish, although he has no less busy work, at least he can go home for lunch at noon.

Yan Moji, who always liked to cook by himself, took the initiative to take over the job of cooking, which can be regarded as fulfilling the promise he made to his brother Wu, "cook it for you every day".

Ji Mingwu was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Yan Moji was a little upset, and he didn't want to have a showdown with Ji Mingwu now - he wanted to dig out his brother Wu's identity evidence by himself, so that Brother Wu had nothing to say!

Seeing that Yan Moji didn't seem very happy, Ji Mingwu was a little confused and uneasy, and finally he pursed his lips, and only said: "Then let me do it."

Yan Moji turned his head, looked carefully at Ji Mingwu's handsome face and concerned eyes, and the anger in his heart suddenly dissipated a little.

——I am really a face control.

Yan Moji spurned himself, and smiled at Ji Mingwu again: "Then thank you Brother Wu, let's go back to the assorted food first."

When it came to the mixed food, Yan Moji went to the food court for a while, and then engraved on the booth reserved for himself, and put up a sign for making Yanyu ramen.

After the assorted food food court opened, Yanyu Ramen, which was originally sold in the town, was also put on shelves irregularly as a gimmick in the food court.

Li Si and Yan Moji can do it by themselves, and one of the people brought from the town has been taught after inspection. The three of them come here in turn, and promise to make Yanyu Ramen every few days.

Knead the fish into the noodles and pull it into noodles and put it in the pot. After making a few bowls, someone suddenly called him.

Yan Moji saw that the noodles were basically pulled out, and there was only time left to cook the noodles, so he handed it over to the helper, gave a few instructions, wiped his hands and left the stall, and was caught by shopkeeper Wu just as he entered the backyard.

Shopkeeper Wu's face was full of cold sweat and he didn't have time to wipe it off. When he saw Yan Moji, it was as if he saw a great savior. He rushed over and said, "Boss Yan, you've come!"

Yan Moji was pulled over by him, staggered, and asked as he walked, "What's the matter?"

"A tricky customer came to our shop and ordered a bunch of things." The shopkeeper Wu sighed and kept on stepping, "I didn't eat much of everything, so I complained that the taste was not good, and asked to see the big shopkeeper of assorted food." .”

When opening a restaurant, there will never be a shortage of tricky customers, Yan Moji is not surprised by this.Even if the assorted food goes to the snack genre, some people will make trouble saying that the food is not delicious or even stomach ache after eating it.

Assorted Foods has always been adhering to the principle of avoiding disasters by making money and avoiding disasters. Anyway, refunding money for a few snacks is completely a drop in the bucket compared to the huge daily income of Assorted Foods.

As for the kind of habitual criminals who touch porcelain... Although Yan Moji didn't listen to Li Si's report, he also knows that this kind of habitual criminals who have registered in all major shops are very good under the hands of those Jianghu people who are assorted food No less disadvantages.

So Yan Moji was a little speechless: "Can't we just refund the money and send it away?"

Shopkeeper Wu sighed and stomped his feet: "Boss Yan, you don't know that the guests look impressive! It's likely that some important person visits in private, we can't afford to offend them!"

Big shot?What kind of big shot would come to such a noisy and bustling civilian food court like Mixed Food?

Yan Moji didn't take it lightly, but he was obediently dragged by shopkeeper Wu to the box on the second floor.

Entering the box, I saw a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar sitting on the main seat, with a neat beard, calm and majestic, and behind him stood a servant who was obviously a servant.

The table is full of snacks sold in the mixed food food court, and there are a few shivering guys standing by the wall at the door.

Seeing shopkeeper Wu and Yan Moji approaching, those young fellows brightened up and shouted, "Treasurer Wu! Master!"

The shouts of several guys attracted the attention of the guest on the table, and made his eyes focus on the two people who had just entered the door.

——The slightly fat middle-aged man is definitely not, so to speak, the young man behind is...

Yan Moji nodded to the guys and asked them to go out first, then looked at the middle-aged guest sitting on the main seat, and said politely: "I don't know why this guest officer is dissatisfied with our mixed food. ? I am the owner of Assorted Foods, you can tell me all you want."

The middle-aged man looked at him for a long while, finally sighed slightly, and shook his head.

Yan Moji felt that the other party looked at him a little strangely, it seemed to be mixed with some gratification and nostalgia, and also seemed to be a little dissatisfied, it was extraordinarily complicated, and it even gave him goosebumps.

After the middle-aged man shook his head, he glanced at the neatly arranged food on the table, and said with some distaste: "These common people's food, I don't know what's delicious, how can you do this kind of business!"

In the past and present, Yan Moji has met countless strange guests, and has seen all kinds of tricks; when the person in front of him opens his mouth, Yan Moji really did not expect it.

——Is this some noble master who came out to play private visits in micro-services?

Yan Moji maintained a friendly smile on his face: "The food of our assorted food has always been the civilian route, and it has been well received since the store opened. Why don't you try it?"

He glanced at the delicacies on the table, and he was sure that the guest hadn't touched a single chopstick.

The middle-aged man frowned, a little disgusted: "I don't know if this kind of inferior food is clean, how can it be eaten!"

At this moment, a waiter suddenly came in from outside, holding a tray and a bowl of steaming noodles in his hand, and shouting beamingly: "Guest officer, the Yanyu ramen you ordered is here!"

After the guy came in, he found that the owner was standing in the room, and the atmosphere seemed a little bit wrong, so he couldn't help but froze, standing there neither advancing nor retreating, he looked at Yan Moji with some anxiety.

Yan Moji looked at the dumbfounded guy, and wanted to laugh in his heart, beckoned him to put down the fish noodles, and then let him go out.

The middle-aged man cast his eyes on the bowl of noodles exuding a strong umami taste, paused for a moment, his throat moved slightly, and then he put on a look of disgust again: "Look at what kind of noodles these are. Odd, I don’t know who made it, just looking at it..."

"I made this Yanyu ramen with my own hands." Yan Moji was now sure that this picky-nosed and straight-eyed guest must have come to find fault, and he just wanted to send him away quickly, so he smiled and said, "If you are not satisfied , we won’t charge you for these assorted foods.”

Unexpectedly, after hearing Yan Moji's words, the middle-aged man suddenly froze for a moment, his expression became a little weird, he paused for a while, and his momentum weakened a lot when he spoke again: "...it seems that he can barely enter. "

--Huh?Why did the tone suddenly change?

Yan Moji glanced at the guest with some doubts.

The middle-aged man looked down at the steaming fish noodles, and unexpectedly picked up the chopsticks that had been placed on the side without moving, reached into the bowl, picked up the noodles and took a bite, as if to prove that he was real. Can eat average.

--Well?

After taking only one bite, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly widened, and the chopsticks holding the noodles paused for a moment. He subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Yan Moji who was still standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

In the end, he reluctantly put down his chopsticks, reserved his status, did not continue to eat, and said unwillingly: "The taste of this noodle is not bad."

Yan Moji keenly felt that the guest's attitude had softened, and in his heart he called him a "Zhenxiang" party, and said with a smile: "Then take your time, we will leave first."

"No hurry." After putting down the chopsticks, the middle-aged man put on his calm and prestige expression again, and looked up at Yan Moji, "Boss Yan and I hit it off right away. Boss Yan might as well sit down and chat for a while."

——Who hit it off with you?

Yan Moji looked at this strange guest, and complained in his heart. He looked at him with weird eyes, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his back, and suddenly there was a shiver in his head:

——Is he not going to run into any pervert?

Yan Moji's eyes became vigilant in an instant, and he took a step back calmly, with a perfect smile on his face: "Thank you for your kindness, guest officer, but my sister is young and is still practicing calligraphy at home, I am a little worried, I still have to go back Go home and see."

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment: "Boss Yan still has a younger sister?"

"The younger sister of Fulang's family has a weak temper and can't leave others. Please don't blame the guest officials."

——husband, husband? !

The expression on the middle-aged man's face froze for a while, and then cracked into pieces. There seemed to be anger rising between his brows and eyes, and his voice barely maintained a steady voice: "I didn't expect Boss Yan to be married, who is so lucky? "

When it came to the last "three lives are lucky", Yan Moji even heard that he was gnashing his teeth a bit.

This made Yan Moji believe in his own judgment even more, pretending to be nonchalant and took another step back, still with a smile on his face: "It's just a family matter, I don't need the guest officer to care about it, you take it slow, I'll take my leave first."

After finishing speaking, Yan Moji cupped his hands and saluted, then turned around and went out.

In the box, the middle-aged man saw Yan Moji's vigilance and rejection, his expression dimmed slightly, and he didn't force it. When only he and the servants behind him were left in the box, his expression became extremely stern again.

"It's unreasonable! It's unreasonable!" The middle-aged man frowned tightly, full of grief, "Didn't Ji Jueyan say that he would protect him? How could he marry someone else's family as a man's wife?"

The servant behind him hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "My lord, do you want your subordinates to send someone to investigate again?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, tapped his fingers on the table, and then sighed: "No need, didn't you send someone to investigate quietly yesterday? When will there be results?"

"It will be there when I return to the mansion." The servant hesitated, "The prince wants to avoid the eyeliner of the Jinxiu Gate in the palace, and there are not too many people who can mobilize."

——The news of yesterday's inquiry should already be in the palace at this time, but the prince found a substitute early in order to meet the boss Yan in order to come to this assorted food today, and then sneaked out, and he still can't see it now.

The middle-aged man had expected it, nodded, and a stern look flashed in his eyes: "I want to see, which family's son is so bold as to marry the grandson of the Yan family!"

"Then now..."

The middle-aged man just wanted to get up and leave when he saw the steaming bowl of fish noodles again. He sniffed the fresh fragrance in the air, thought for a moment, sat down again, and picked up his chopsticks again.

——Since he made it himself, you can still taste it, um, it's really delicious...

...

"The guest officer ate all the fish noodles, and took a bite of the rest of the food."

Yan Moji frowned when he heard the waiter's report was completed, and said: "Be careful, if this guest officer comes again in the future, if he still wants to find me, just presume that I am busy."

Shopkeeper Wu was a little puzzled at the side: "Boss Yan doesn't want to deal with this kind of people? I see that he does have some authority."

"This guest..." Yan Moji groaned for a moment, but still mentioned something vaguely, "It seems to be a good man."

Shopkeeper Wu instantly understood Yan Moji's meaning, looked at Yan Moji's handsome appearance, and nodded secretly in his heart: Boss Yan's appearance is really outstanding, and it's common for people to look at him.

——I just heard that the love of those dignitaries may not be a good thing. How many actors and actresses entered the door of the rich family and were tortured until they had only one breath left before they could come out?

——Boss Yan is their cash cow, so don't be ruined by others!

Shopkeeper Wu's face became more serious: "I can save it, Boss Yan can rest assured."

...

Li Si went to the Fengbu faction to contact the people of the Fengbu faction, Qian Ping had to work at the dessert station for half a day every day, and then accompanied Yan Moji to run around.

Yan Moji was a little puzzled at first, but seeing Qian Ping racking his brains every time to think of reasons for being dry, he felt a little pitiful, so he didn't force him to ask, and only asked about their sect while chatting with him things.

Speaking of Zongmen, Qian Ping obviously became much more fluent, and he talked freely, which gave Yan Moji a deeper understanding of Qian Ping's Zongmen.

——After comparing the words of his Brother Wu...

Yan Moji is now [-]% sure that his martial brother belongs to Li Siqianping's sect!

And it seems that Brother Wu's status is higher than that of Li Si and Qian Ping!

Yan Moji frowned slightly, and glanced at Qian Ping beside him.

——In that case, was it because Li Si and Qian Ping came to the mixed food interview suddenly in the middle of the night because he complained to Brother Wu during the day?

——If Li Si and Qian Ping followed Brother Wu's order to join the mixed food, wouldn't it be a bit of a betrayal of their own will?

From his own point of view, Yan Moji didn't feel the gap between people in the martial arts world and assorted food shops, so after Li Si and Qian Ping's martial arts were exposed to him, he didn't feel anything wrong.

Later, both Li Si and Qian Ping stayed in Shi Jinshi and became the backbone of Shi Jin Shi. He also always believed that the two of them really wanted to develop in Shi Jin Shi.

But now it seems that Li Siqianping just obeyed his brother Wu's orders, so he stayed in Shijinshi all the time?

Do they themselves still want to go to the rivers and lakes?

——Thinking about it further, how many of those Jianghu people who were recruited by Li Si really regarded assorted food as their destination like Mrs. Wu, and how many of them were suppressed by Li Si and the others forcibly came here?

——Assorted food... The strategy of integrating martial arts into the catering industry has had obvious effects so far, but is this the result of my own efforts, or is it the false prosperity created by his martial brother behind the scenes?

In the past, Yan Moji could see Li Si's earnestness and enthusiasm in the assorted food business, Qian Ping's dedication and obsession with desserts, and even the satisfied smiles on the faces of many Jiang Hu people who worked in the assorted food. There is no doubt about the answer to the question.

Only now, Yan Moji became uncertain again.

But he also knew this question, if he asked Qian Ping directly, even if Qian Ping squeezed his brains out and thought of all kinds of lame excuses, he would not answer him directly.

To figure it out, the main thing is to solve the problem with Brother Wu first.

Yan Moji suddenly lost some interest in digging out the truth.

——It's not that he was discouraged, but he clearly realized that the concealment of his brother Wu's identity not only involved the emotional relationship between the two of them, but also involved Qian Ping, Li Si, Zhang Sanlang's family, etc. Even the development of the entire jambalaya is included.

He is the owner of Jambalaya.

He bears the future of so many shops and so many employees of Assorted Food on his shoulders.

In Yan Moji's complicated thoughts, he suddenly caught the thread that made him clear.

Compared with doubting who his brother Wu is and why he concealed his identity, the development of Assorted Food is an even more inescapable responsibility.

Yan Moji took a light breath, calmed down, and his eyes became firmer.

——Go back tonight and go to a showdown with Brother Wu to clarify.

——What is Brother Wu's true identity, why he concealed it from himself, and Qian Ping, Li Si and the others' true intentions.

...

The road to the branch of Qingzhou Academy is relatively long, Yan Moji and Qian Ping took a rickshaw together, chatting with each other on the road, suddenly the car slammed on the brakes, almost knocking Yan Moji down.

It was Qian Ping's quick eyesight and quick hands that grabbed him and avoided the tragedy of Yan Moji's intimate contact with the stones on the ground.

"What's the matter?" Yan Moji held onto the handrail of the rickshaw and looked around, "What happened?"

The man pulling the cart was a young man, and said with some shame: "I'm sorry, guest officer, just now this woman rushed out suddenly and gave me a fright. Are you okay?"

Then he turned around, kicked the woman lying on the ground in front of him, and scolded: "Who are you, what are you doing all of a sudden, are you looking for death?"

The woman was kicked and wailed a few times while clutching her waist and abdomen.

Yan Moji frowned slightly when he saw the coachman's ruthless expression; the voice sounded familiar, so he got out of the car and took a closer look.

The woman was lying on the ground when she rushed out, but was kicked mercilessly by the coachman and turned face up.The clothes on his body were filthy, his hair was messy, and his face was black and red, like a beggar.

Seeing Yan Moji approaching, the woman's eyes suddenly burst into brilliance, and she didn't care about her still aching waist, she rushed over and grabbed Yan Moji's trousers: "Brother Moji! Help me!" !"

Hearing this familiar address, Yan Moji was stunned for a while, before he recognized the identity of the woman in front of him, and said in surprise, "Qiao Dani?"

This woman turned out to be Qiao Dani who had never met since she plotted against him last year!

Qiao Dani is the eldest daughter of the original body's adoptive parents, Qiao's family. Not to mention bullying the original body since she was a child, after Yan Moji crossed over, she even tried to frame Yan Moji and seize the assorted food.

I heard that later, because of the miscalculations, she lost her wife and lost her army. Her reputation was ruined, and she was forced to marry Wang Er. After that, she and the Wang family had troubles that turned the world upside down... How did she appear here now?

Qian Ping glanced at Qiao Dani, frowned, and looked at his host with some worry.

——According to the order of the little uncle, the disappearance of the Qiao family did not take the initiative to mention to the host, but only waited for Mrs. Zhang and the others or the host to ask, and then informed the host of the part other than Jinxiumen.

——It's just that I didn't expect that the host didn't seem to take the Qiao family seriously at all. Since Li Si and the others came back, they haven't even asked about the Qiao family once!

——After Mrs. Zhang and the others came to Qingzhou City, they were squinted by the prosperity of Qingzhou City. Later, they participated in the management of assorted foods.

Qian Ping looked at Qiao Dani slightly indifferently, and subconsciously put his hands on his waist.

——This Qiao Dani was kidnapped by Jinxiumen, and she can still appear here intact. I am afraid that the possibility of escaping by herself is very small, and the greater possibility is...

Seeing that Yan Moji recognized her, Qiao Dani couldn't help crying loudly, the tears washed away the filth on her face, her voice was choked up, and she held onto Yan Moji's trouser legs tightly: "Brother Moji, please Help me! Help me..."

Yan Moji and Qian Ping looked at each other, and Qian Ping clearly saw vigilance in Qian Ping's eyes, so he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

After thinking for a while, he helped Qiao Dani up first, dismissed the coachman who was laughing uncomfortably at the side, took Qiao Dani to a nearby noodle stall, ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles for Qiao Dani, and put a gentle smile on his face Meaning: "Don't be so anxious, Dani, tell me, what happened?"

Qiao Dani wolfed down a bowl of noodles, drank all the noodle soup, and finally wiped her face. Her eye circles were still red with tears rolling in her eyes, and she looked at Yan Moji earnestly: "Brother Moji, there is someone Arrested our family, threatened us to lead you out of Qingzhou City, and wanted to arrest you!"

--what?

Qian Ping was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Qiao Dani to say such a thing.

Yan Moji was also very surprised by what Qiao Dani said, and frowned: "You want to arrest me? Why?"

"How would I know!" Qiao Dani looked panic-stricken, she reached out and grabbed Yan Moji's sleeves tightly, her strength seemed to tear off Yan Moji's sleeves, "Brother Moji, save me, save me!"

Yan Moji couldn't pull back his sleeve, so he had no choice but to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, it's safe here..."

"They gave me something to eat, and said that if I don't listen to them, they won't give me the antidote!" Qiao Dani broke out suddenly and burst into tears, "Help me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die ah!"

Yan Moji was so helpless by her crying, he frowned and thought for a while, then looked up at Qian Ping, and comforted Qiao Dani: "Don't worry, I have a quack here who is good at Qi Huang Dao, I'll take you to show her .”

Feng Wenlan is usually in the constant temperature greenhouse at this time.Although it is no longer necessary for old man Jiang to adjust the temperature in the constant temperature greenhouse, when Qian Ping was thinking about making dried fruit, he also found a place in the constant temperature greenhouse and started to try.

Therefore, the old man Jiang should also try roasted dried fruits at different temperatures in the constant temperature greenhouse in the past two days.

Thinking of himself, Old Man Jiang, and Feng Wenlan's combat effectiveness being all strong, and the constant temperature greenhouse not leaving the city, Qian Ping nodded in agreement with Yan Moji's decision in the open space near the city gate.

The two hired another car and took Jodani there.

Along the way, Yan Moji asked Qiao Dani a lot of questions, and Qian Ping also tested her a few words, neither of them felt that Qiao Dani was lying.

And Qiao Dani said that the person who kidnapped her refused to enter the city in person because there was a powerful master in Qingzhou City who could threaten them.

Qian Ping couldn't help but be convinced by these words.

Qiao Dani didn't know much about the kidnappers, so she could only briefly describe their appearance.

After listening to Qian Ping, he compared it with the masters of the Jinxiu Gate that he knew, and found that among the known masters of the Jinxiu Gate, those who died under the sword of the junior martial uncle would be ignored, and the rest did not match Qiao Dani's description, so he couldn't help but Let go of my heart.

As long as he is not a master of the virtual dynamic environment, with the strength of him, old man Jiang, and Feng Wenlan, he can stop it no matter what.

Compared with Qian Ping, Yan Moji was more suspicious of what Qiao Dani said, that those people came after him.

--why?

Yan Moji frowned and pinched his fingers, why would people from the Jianghu want to attack him?

——Is it because of the fact that assorted food recruits people from the Jianghu and contacts with the sects of the Jianghu, whose cake is moved?

Along the way, they went to the constant temperature shed with their own thoughts, and paid the driver. Yan Moji took Qiao Dani and just walked a few steps forward. As soon as he arrived at the door of the shed, he suddenly felt a slight wind blowing, and then Yan Moji just I felt black in front of my eyes and lost consciousness for an instant.

Qian Ping sensed something was wrong before Yan Moji reached the door of the shed, but before he rushed over, a strong momentum locked on him, and then a muscular big man appeared in front of him, beckoning him grin.

"Oh!"

Qian Ping's eyes widened suddenly, as if he couldn't react at all, he watched helplessly as the big man punched him hard in the abdomen, and then the strong internal force poured into his body like a crushing blow.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at the big man with disbelief.

——He, how could he...

The big man seemed to read the shock in Qian Ping's eyes, and there was no complacency between his brows, and he only showed a sneer: "Unexpected? Unexpectedly, I broke through the virtual dynamic realm?"

He didn't look at Qian Ping, who was lying on the ground silently, and looked up at the city of Qingzhou, with strong resentment flashing in his eyes: "Thank you, Ji Jueyan."

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Thursday's update is still at [-]pm, love you all!

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