flee from famine?Dressed to be vicious, the mother-in-law holds hundreds of billions of supplies!

Yan Qingshu nodded in response, she can try it tomorrow.

As for today, take a good rest.

When she returned to her room, she thought of the disappearing drone again, and felt a sense of urgency and crisis in her heart.

It was as if someone was staring at her.

It feels very uncomfortable.

the other side.

Together, the monks returned to the place where the White Lotus Sect gathered.

Teach the list of today's admissions.

After exchanging for some resources, the monk bowed his head, his face showed compassion, and he folded his hands together: "Amituofu, the leader of the Holy Church, the old monk saw a person in Taohua Village today, who seems to be the enemy of life said by the saint."

"The enemy of life?" The eyes of the person sitting on the mahogany chair opened.

His gaze drifted and fell on the so-called saint at the side.

If Yan Qingshu's drone was here at this moment, she would have seen it.Sure enough, the so-called saint is Fang.

Behind Fang stood Chen and Xinghua. The reason why they were here was because when they left the town and walked north, they saw a monk on the road, and this monk was someone who had met Chen Jinshan.

Naturally knowing her identity, they followed to the White Lotus Sect.

The leader of the White Lotus Sect is interested in her status as a saint.

She is living a good life again.

At this moment, Fang's heart is determined, she is a saint herself, if she is not a saint, how could she be so lucky.

Cheng Xiang was repeatedly killed.

"The enemy of life?" Fang felt pain in her body when she thought of Yan Qingshu.

There isn't a single good thing about Yan.

One drove her out of the village, and the other stabbed her.

Given the opportunity.

……

"Tell me." The leader of the White Lotus Sect stared at Fang with a smile, waiting for her to tell the story of her lifelong enemy.

Yan Qingshu didn't know about these things.

She was lying on the bed at the moment, slowly closing her eyes.

When one drone disappears, another one appears.

The monks together, it seems that the purpose is not simple.

They were preaching, and as long as the majority of the people in the village did not believe in this sect, they would come again, and then she would release the drone again and follow behind the drone.

She wanted to see who took her drone.

With this thought in mind, he slowly fell asleep.

in Beijing.

Lu Jiuyuan stared at the broken iron bird, and then looked at the complete new iron bird in his hand, only the eyes were pierced by bullets. His slender hands couldn't help but want to take this apart as well.

however……

The people below walked in at this time.

Said: "The fourteenth of the Mo family is already on the way, and it is said that they will arrive in the capital in two days."

"Hmm." Lu Jiuyuan withdrew his dismantling hand.

Although he has a better understanding of the principles of some equipment, compared with the Mo family, he is definitely not as good as the Mo family.

In this case, professional things have to be done by professional people.

Reluctantly withdrew his hand.

Waiting for the Mo family to arrive.

The next morning!

Yan Qingshu took two cakes and led Dabao and Xiaoshan to the capital.

Li Mingzi opened his eyes and smelled a sweet smell. He stood up and saw Yan Qingshu passing by: "Where are you going?"

"The capital." Yan Qingshu replied.

After finishing speaking, he asked again: "Are you going?"

"Don't go, don't go." In the capital city, if you go in, you may not be able to get out. It's better to stay here honestly.

Dabao looked back at Li Mingzi.

Shaking his head slightly.I can't see it!

These few people walked towards the capital, and with serious identity documents, it became much more convenient to enter the capital.

"Mom, where are we going to sell cakes?" Dabao asked.

Most of the time and process of cake making, he has onlookers watching, and the things used are not cheap, so going to the market is not a good choice.

"Where else can I go besides the market, to sell in front of the mansions of dignitaries and dignitaries?" It would be ugly if they were kicked out.

There are many people in the market.

There are all kinds of colors.

The fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys.

Besides, cakes should be very attractive in this year!

At this time, Yan Qingshu's mind suddenly flashed a sentence that he heard from a colleague in his previous life.

She said: "We are all engaged in high-risk occupations, and the probability of death is very high. This will become popular in time-travel novels. If you really know how to time-travel, it will be difficult to travel through ancient times.

No, Baidu has to be able to make wine and distill alcohol, it has to be able to make soap and glass, and it has to be able to make ice and soap. "

……

The muttering is still in my ears.

At this moment, the two lives are separated, and there is no possibility of seeing each other in the future.

I don't know if she was poisoned by milk, but she really traveled through time, but she didn't know how to make ice or glass.

Fortunately, she has her own space.

The material in the space is so rich that if you don't have any great ambition, the things in it will never be used for a lifetime.

Maybe it will continue to be used in the next life.

Yan Qingshu found a booth, cut out a triangle from the cake, and placed it on a board.

Then wait for people who like rare things to come up and ask themselves, as for selling?

Selling is impossible.

Those who wish to take the bait are fine.

However, the cake was too sweet, and the moment it was taken out, the sweet smell began to fill the air.

The steamed bun seller next to him saw it and swallowed hard.

Especially the little horn that Yan Qingshu cut off.

The top is just like a birthday peach.

Pink and white. Pink and white birthday peaches are just like the real thing, even prettier than the real thing.

This stuff looks better than steamed buns!

Will it affect his business?

With such worries in mind, the steamed bun vendor began to inquire about the enemy, staring at Yan Qingshu...

I saw that the people who set up the stall were so good-looking.

The fierce tone restrained a lot in an instant.

"What is your thing? How do you sell it?" He asked.

The people around heard it and looked at Yan Qingshu together.

They are all curious about this new thing.

Yan Qingshu smiled: "This is a cake, such a small piece costs 15 Wen!"

"Hiss!" The gasp sounded in an instant.

So expensive!

Who bought it!

Even if it looks good, ordinary people can't afford it.

It will not affect your own business.

Those who watched swallowed their saliva. Although it was expensive, it smelled good.

"Sister, your stuff is hard to sell, it's too expensive, why don't you make it cheaper?" The hostility in the man's eyes disappeared, and he even started to make suggestions.

Yan Qingshu shook his head with a smile: "This thing is made of sugar, eggs, milk fine flour, not to mention that the things used are all excellent, and the craftsmanship is also extremely complicated, so it will be a loss if it is cheap."

The man selling steamed buns didn't say anything.

His steamed buns are almost sold out, and Yan Qingshu's place hasn't opened yet.

Dabao's children looked anxious.

Xiao Shan remembered that her stepmother said that if they were sold earlier, she could take them around the capital.

What to do if you can't sell it.

He stared at the people in the market, and suddenly his eyes fell on a person. He walked over and tugged at the hem of the person's clothes: "Are you rich?"

"??" The person who was caught by the hem of his clothes by Xiao Shan was confused.

He was wearing straw sandals and coarse clothes, and even his hair was loose.

His attire like this belongs to the Mohist tradition.

But is the Mo family rich?

Really no shortage of money.