Chapter 45: Drawing fire from the bottom of the cauldron
In Tingyuxuan, Qin Feng walked to Cang Feilan and apologized: "Miss Cang, I will borrow the Sumeru ring for a while. Don't worry, when I have spare money to buy a space jade pendant, I will definitely borrow the Sumeru ring."
Return it."
"No need." Cang Feilan looked sideways and said, "The Sumeru Ring will be given to you."
"Send it to me?" Qin Feng's eyes widened when he heard this.
Such a priceless treasure, just give it away? Even if you have money, there is no need to be so willful, right?
Qin Feng swallowed. Although there was a voice in his heart that kept tempting him to accept it, his reason still defeated his desire: "It's still inappropriate. This thing is too valuable."
Cang Feilan took a book and started flipping through it, and said calmly: "I liked the song "Xia Ke Xing" you gave me last time, so I took the Sumeru Ring as a return gift."
"But isn't that poem your reward for escorting me?" Qin Feng looked confused.
Cang Feilan frowned slightly: "A mere escort is not worth that poem. Even if I exchange it for the Sumeru Ring, I still feel that I have earned it.
What's more, I still have many Sumeru Rings at home, so the matter has been settled and there is no need to say more."
Qin Feng opened his mouth and sighed in his heart, a rich woman is so heroic! If he could marry her home, he would save two hundred years of hard work!
At this time, Qin Feng thought of the dragon's saliva again, and his evil thoughts arose again.
Miss Cang herself said that she earned the money for the Sumeru Ring in "Xia Ke Xing", so it shouldn't be a problem for me to ask her for a few drops of ambergris, right?
Of course, this is mainly because as a literary saint, I want to satisfy my curiosity about novel things, and it definitely does not contain any dirty ideas.
Qin Feng coughed dryly: "Miss Cang, I wonder if you can give me that ambergris saliva."
"Get out!" Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Cang Feilan.
The other party glared at him fiercely, then left straight away, wandering around in the attic as usual.
Qin Feng was confused. Why did Miss Cang have such a big reaction every time she mentioned ambergris? She was willing to give away the Sumeru Ring, but she still cares about those few drops of saliva?
Poor people really don't understand the thoughts of rich people. Qin Feng shook his head and started to read books.
As time passed, Qin Feng's knowledge reserves increased, but he read many medical books but did not see any content on how to reconnect damaged meridians.
There are not many books left on the third floor of Tingyuxuan. It seems that if you want to find a solution, you have to look at the upper floors. However, the old man Baili at the door said at the beginning that they can only browse on the lower three floors.
What should I do?
Qin Feng looked troubled and thought to himself that it was time to ask the bad old man what conditions were needed to go above the third floor.
At this moment, Lan Ningshuang's call came from the door.
Generally speaking, Miss Lan will not disturb her when she is reading, unless there is something urgent that needs to be reported.
Qin Feng frowned and hurriedly went downstairs. Then at the entrance of Tingyuxuan, he saw shopkeeper Peng with an anxious look on his face.
"What's going on?" The restaurant's business is booming. Now one day's income is equal to the profit of the past three months. There shouldn't be any problems. But looking at the look on the face of shopkeeper Peng, it's obvious that something big has happened to the restaurant.
Peng Qing glanced at the others and said a few words.
Qin Feng frowned and rushed towards Wangyue Residence with Miss Lan and Shopkeeper Peng.
Just at this time, a lame middle-aged man wearing patchwork cloth and leaning on a cane walked slowly over with a bottle of wine in his hand.
The two parties passed each other and Qin Feng glanced at them. He was surprised at the number of wounds on the other party's body, but he didn't pay too much attention and left in a hurry.
"Old man, your wine." the middle-aged man said.
"Yeah." Old Man Baili responded, took the wine flask, and handed over a bunch of copper coins, which was still thirty coins.
"Is it still this time tomorrow?"
"I'm afraid you have other things to be busy with tomorrow."
"What can I be busy with?" the middle-aged man asked curiously.
Old Man Baili did not respond, lying on a wicker chair and fanning himself.
The middle-aged man glanced at him and said, "That's inexplicable." Then he limped away.
Qin Feng and others rushed to Wangyue Residence. Business was still booming, but from time to time they could hear complaints from customers and apologies from the waiter.
"A restaurant as big as yours doesn't even have drinks?"
"Ouch, this guest officer is really sorry. You have seen this person recently. There are too many of them. All the drinks in stock have been sold out and we haven't had time to replenish them.
Why don't you give me tea instead of wine today? Next time you come, I'll be sure to serve you good wine."
"That's all we can do." The guest said helplessly.
Qin Feng glanced around and saw that every guest's table was filled with tea, and there was not even a pot of wine in sight. He then asked in a low voice: "Shopkeeper Peng, what's going on?"
Peng Qing's face turned ugly: "We get the wine at Wangyueju from the Thyme Winery in the city every month. This morning was supposed to be the time to replenish the stock. Who could have imagined that they would actually collude with the city lord's mansion and cut off our wine?"
supply."
"Then we can't buy wine from other wineries?" Qin Feng frowned.
"The eldest young master didn't know something. After knowing this, I sent people to other wineries, but they all came back empty-handed. I must have something to do with the city lord's mansion.
Now, in order to ensure a continuous supply of drinks for the nobles on the third floor, we can only cut off the drinks on the first and second floors.
But even so, judging from the current passenger flow, it can only last for three days at most.
Young Master, what do you think we should do now?"
Qin Feng closed his eyes and pondered. Although Wangyueju's current reputation is attracted by hot pot, if a restaurant does not have drinks, it will be greatly affected and will eventually lead to a loss of customer flow.
The City Lord's Mansion did a really good job of pulling out all the stops.
"It seems that the wine-making plan will be implemented ahead of schedule." Qin Feng murmured.
At night, the city lord's palace is brightly lit.
Ye Luoting clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Father, you have a way. You can even think of cutting off their drink supply. It won't be long before their Wangyueju business will be affected."
"Although that kid from the Qin family has some skills, he is still a bit young after all. There is nothing I can't do in this small Jinyang City." Ye Heng sneered, with a proud look on his face.
At this time, two servants brought a pot of red soup and placed it in front of Ye Heng and the others.
Ye Heng dipped some of it with his chopsticks, put it into his mouth, and said angrily: "Trash, this is the soup base you made. It has no taste at all. How can it be compared with the hot pot at Wangyueju?!"
The two of them were trembling: "Lord City Lord, we have tasted Wangyueju's hot pot. The red soup is indeed extraordinary for ordinary people to imitate. If you don't know the recipe, you will never be able to make the taste."
"Then why should I feed you trash?" Ye Heng kicked the table and knocked over the red soup.
The two people who served the soup were immediately hit by the spilled red soup, which was so hot that they screamed in agony.
At this moment, a cold voice came from somewhere in the hall: "Master Ye is really cruel to his subordinates, but dogs who fail to complete their tasks do deserve to be punished."
"Who is it?" Ye Heng was shocked.
As soon as he finished speaking, the heads of the two servants flew up and blood spurted out.