After coming out of the tavern and buying some fresh bread from a roadside stall, Donger walked around an alley as thin as a sheep intestine, walked through a dirty sewage pit, and stopped at the end of the alley.
The door of a wooden house.
Before entering the door, Dong'er carefully combed her hair, washed off the heavy makeup on her face with a wet cloth outside the house, and then walked into the house.
Although it was already spring, the simple wooden house without a fire was damp and cold. Traces of moss could still be seen on the wall facing north, which was not exposed to light.
This is the most typical residence of the poor in Wusheng Town.
A small fire was lit, and the room gradually became warmer.
There were no lights in the room, and in the darkness, simple furniture and a bed piled with blankets could be seen. There was a person lying on the bed.
After hearing the noise, the man on the bed didn't move.
"I'm back, and I met a very generous guest today," Dong'er chattered as usual, although she knew that there was still a cold air waiting for her.
Dong'er remained silent, put down the bread in her hand, started hot water, and wiped the man's body in the hot air.
When she touched the man's sharp outline, a tear welled up in Dong'er's eyes, "I'm sorry."
Tears fell on the man's face. The man on the bed twisted his lips and tried to raise his hand. However, his stiff hand, which was covered with terrible scars, could not exert any strength.
There was silence in the room. Dong'er wiped her tears, heated up the bread, tore it into small pieces, and fed the man carefully.
In the next few days, Yue Jinghua and Salman continued to frequent Helen's Tavern, calling Dong'er as usual and giving her five gold coins.
In the past few days, Dong'er's attitude towards the two of them has improved a lot, and she has talked more. However, their luck has not been good and they have never met Yan Bao and Qin Dongting.
Until the third day, as usual, just after entering the tavern, Dong'er glanced in the direction of the bar. Yue Jinghua glanced over and saw a gray-haired middle-aged woman in the direction of the bar.
people.
I saw that the woman was about forty years old, with a well-kept figure and a beautiful face. If you look closely, you can see a few fine folds. Even at this age, she is still a beauty.
Seemingly noticing Yue Jinghua's eyes, Helen smiled and said nothing. Apparently there were too many people coming in and out of the tavern every day, and she had no time to pay attention to the unfamiliar faces.
Unexpectedly, Yue Jinghua stood up and walked towards Helen.
Dong'er choked on her wine and it was too late to stop her.
"Boss Helen, I want to discuss a business with you," Yue Jinghua inquired about Helen's affairs not just for gossip. As a hard-working and competent lord, ahem, she must always have the awareness to benefit the territory.
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"Young man, what do you want to sell?" Helen was also a little surprised. This young man who looked a little unfamiliar actually came to discuss business as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Selling meat," after receiving Yue Jinghua's reply, Helen burst out laughing, her eyebrows crooked, and the bartender on the side looked stunned.
No matter what age group a woman is, as long as she is a woman, she will never reject a handsome and humorous man.
Yue Jinghua imitated Xieyu's tone and demeanor, and she looks very much like him.
Helen laughed so hard that her branches trembled, and she glanced at Yue Jinghua for a few times. When she saw the medicine gourd that Yue Jinghua was specially wearing today, she stopped smiling: "Little devil, I won't do it first.
Weigh your own weight and dare to show off your tricks in front of my mother."
Helen has been running Helen's Tavern for more than ten years. What kind of slippery thing has she never seen? This young man with barely a beard in front of him dared to eat her tofu. If he hadn't recognized the Danlu guy on Yue Jinghua at a glance.
Gourd, Helen might have kicked Yue Jinghua away long ago.
"To tell you the truth, Boss Helen, I'm a pork seller. The wine in your tavern is pretty good, but the barbecue is so bad that I'll eat it. We have good fragrant pigs in our hometown, the meat is delicious, and they also deliver the goods.
Door-to-door, free shipping." Yue Jinghua said, neatly taking out a package of roasted pork and diligently delivering it to Helen.
According to Yue Jinghua's plan, all the fragrant pigs that were improved and bred from the stone-eating pigs were initially planned to be exported (to the Risong Federation), but she soon discovered that it was a long way from Fontaine County to the Risong Federation.
Even if it is a rock-eating fragrant pig, most of it will be damaged due to bumps.
It would be better to export the fragrant pigs to domestic sales. After staying in Helen's Tavern for a few days and discovering the alarming meat consumption in the pub, Yue Jinghua immediately approached Helen.
Before Yue Jinghua went out, she brought an improved Lanxue stove and a few fragrant pigs. At that time, it was just for occasional satiation, but she didn't expect that it would come in handy today.
Helen pinched a piece of pork very gracefully and took a bite. After just one bite, her beautiful eyebrows were raised.
The roasted pork was cut into evenly sized pieces. It was charred on the outside and tender on the inside. When you bite into it, it smells of sweet honey. Even if the pork is cold, it still tastes a hundred times better than the roasted pork cooked by your own chef.
Although she was very satisfied in her heart, Helen's appearance did not change much. "Little boy, you look very angry. I am not Lin Dong'er. I can let you fool around."
Helen's tavern seems to be full of drinkers, but it seems like every corner is covered with eyeliners. Nothing can really hide from Helen's shrewd eyes.
Just as Yue Jinghua was about to speak, he saw a man walking over. When she saw the man, Helen's face showed a look of disapproval. It was an expression that Yue Jinghua was very familiar with, an expression of waiting for a good show.
Just when the man walked in, at least half of the opposite sex in the pub looked over.
Among them are prostitutes who are good at teasing, and there are also female mercenaries who are bold in their style.
A man who can attract so many women is undoubtedly very attractive.
Involuntarily, Yue Jinghua also cast her gaze on the man.
He was a cold man, but also a handsome man, with no extraneous expression on his face, two sharp eyebrows flying into his temples, a high nose and starry eyes, neither tall nor short, with a body shape that was neither thin nor fat, with broad shoulders and narrow waist.
, looking out of place among the mercenaries who were too bulky.
"Boss, Qin Dongting is here again," the bartender whispered in Helen's ear, "most likely to ask about work again."
"Don't say anything, just give him the wine if he wants it, and put it on that person's account," Helen seemed to be very familiar with Qin Dongting, her beautiful eyes moved, and she glanced at Yue Jinghua, who looked curious.
Just when Yue Jinghua was thinking about whether to continue talking about business or go to strike up a conversation with Qin Dongting, a smell of smoky powder came from behind.