dognovel Chapter 22 You guys are just lusting after her body!
Chapter 22 You guys are just lusting after her body!
A poet once said that the power of love is boundless.
Before Yang Shaofeng mentioned the young widows in Widow Village to Lame Wu, the dozen or so wounded soldiers were basically just waiting to die. They were like chickens that had been infected with the plague, seemingly unable to muster any energy for anything. Every day, they either chatted idly in the yamen or went back to their rooms to lie down.
But after Yang Shaofeng mentioned the young widows in Widow Village to Limpy Wu, the dozen or so wounded soldiers suddenly became fully recovered. Except for a few unlucky guys who had to guard the city gate, the rest of them all ran away early in the morning, claiming that "the women in Widow Village are weak, and we are helping them move."
Yang Shaofeng was too embarrassed to expose them.
Are you trying to help them move?
I'm afraid you want to move them into your home, right?
You shameless bunch, you're just lusting after her body!
Scumbag!
But there was nothing they could do. These old thugs were hot-blooded and ignored their own injuries. All they could think about was helping the young widows move. Yang Shaofeng could only make a three-point agreement with them: whether the young widows wanted to remarry was entirely up to him; the old thugs could not use force; and they had to treat the widows well after they married them.
Then, these old thugs with their eyes gleaming green charged out, yelling.
According to Limpy Five, he had never seen them so ferocious when he went to the battlefield.
Then, Limpy Five, just like those old thugs, roared and rushed out, heading straight for Widow's Village in the direction of Heshan.
Then, having no official business to attend to, Magistrate Yang Shaofeng could only wander around the county town alone.
At this time, Ningyang County was no longer as desolate as it had been when Yang Shaofeng first transmigrated there. There were pedestrians on the streets one after another, and many elderly people were sitting in front of their courtyards, basking in the sun.
The only thing that hasn't changed is that the shops on both sides of the street are still closed, with not a single one open for business.
There's really nothing we can do about it.
Normally, even in a small county like Ningyang, shops along the street are considered extremely sought-after resources. If it weren't for Xu Da and Chang Yuchun leading their troops on a northern expedition, these shops along the street in Ningyang would definitely have been firmly held in the hands of those so-called local gentry and gentry.
Unfortunately, as Xu Da and Chang Yuchun led their troops on the Northern Expedition, the "local gentry" who were deeply entangled with the Mongol Yuan government, Mongols, and Semu people in the county were afraid of being purged, so they all fled far away, and these shops along the street became completely ownerless.
Of course, it cannot be said that these shops are truly unclaimed property. After all, these shops are all located on Ningyang County's land, and Yang Shaofeng, the magistrate of Ningyang County, is a seventh-rank official. Before higher-level officials intervene, Yang Shaofeng has absolute authority over these shops.
"Or, how about we arrange a shop for them on the street, so they can open a breakfast shop?"
"After all, it's a county town. The population will gradually increase, and there will be more and more merchants and small vendors traveling around. Opening a breakfast shop early on seems like a worthwhile business opportunity?"
"This magistrate has come up with an idea. He'll contribute some money, set up shops in the county government, and have the women provide the labor. The profits will be split among the three, and all three will have income. This way, I, the magistrate, will have a source of income and won't have to rely solely on the meager salary from Emperor Zhu Chongba."
"Even if I don't make money, at least I, the county magistrate, have a place to eat. Occasionally changing my diet is a way to enjoy life, and it's not a waste of my time traveling through time."
"Pancakes? Steamed buns? Dumplings? Wontons?"
"Forget about those fried dough sticks. There's not enough oil for them to fry dough sticks these days. We'll have to wait until the soybeans are harvested before considering it."
"This year, the people have planted so many beans, so they should also make tofu pudding."
"What a pity, there's no chili. Otherwise, tofu pudding with chili oil, a hot pancake, and a salted duck egg would be amazing."
The thought of all the delicious food he had before his transmigration, which he could no longer enjoy, brought tears to Yang Shaofeng's eyes.
After strolling along the main street in front of the county government office for a while, Yang Shaofeng turned towards the city gate.
Two constables at the city gate were sighing and lamenting, one of them cursing the lame man as a scoundrel.
"That scoundrel has such sharp eyes. He went to the widow's village first. He'll definitely take a liking to the capable, caring, and beautiful young ladies there. Then, with a few sweet words from him, won't those young ladies be deceived by him?"
"Damn it! I'm only blind in one eye, so what makes him think I'd scare those young ladies? I'm more than capable of taking care of people!"
Another constable sighed deeply and suddenly said inexplicably, "I miss Xiu Niang from our village."
Yang Shaofeng curled his lip and said, "If you want to, send a letter home first. What's the use of just thinking about it here?"
The two constables were startled awake by Yang Shaofeng's voice and quickly got up to bow to him.
Yang Shaofeng stopped the two men and went straight to the point, asking, "How have things been these past few days? Have there been more people coming in and out of the city?"
The one-eyed yamen runner bowed and replied, "Your Excellency, there have indeed been more people coming in and out of the city these past few days. In addition to the people from a few villages in the city going out to cut grass and farm, people from a few communities outside the city have also dared to come into the city to move around."
That's good news.
The fact that ordinary people dare to venture into the city shows that their wariness of the government is gradually decreasing.
As more people move into the city, the entire Ningyang County is revitalized, and Yang Shaofeng's planned breakfast stall becomes profitable.
After offering a few words of encouragement to the two constables, Yang Shaofeng headed west of the city again.
For the people of Ningyang County at that time, it didn't matter whether dumplings, buns, or wontons tasted good or not. What mattered was that they were cheap enough, plentiful, and filling, and preferably had some oil and salt.
Don't underestimate these two requirements.
If you want something juicy and salty, the best choice is a meat bun. However, Ningyang County is an extremely poor county. Even if you searched the entire county, you wouldn't find many pigs or sheep. Meat buns are basically just a dream.
The idea of it having a salty taste is even more absurd, because salt has always been a key commodity controlled by the government. Even the county magistrate, Yang Shaofeng, didn't have many pounds of salt. How could the buns possibly have any salty taste?
Another requirement is that the portions are large and filling, which is also difficult to meet, because even for buns filled with wild vegetables and eggs, there aren't that many eggs in Ningyang County!
Left with no other choice, Yang Shaofeng could only go to the fields and ask some villagers what they had to make filling.