When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

Rumors have been spreading around town recently.

The monthly taxes and grains have increased a lot.

Therefore, even though the Spring Festival is coming soon, there are still many people doing business and working in the city.

The government wants to build a temple in the south of the city, in the west of the city, and in places with easy water transportation.

The scale of the temple is not that big or grand, but it still requires a lot of manpower and material resources.

Those who build temples can reduce their family's tax and grain for the second year, and their daily meals will be covered by the government.

All of a sudden, there were countless applicants, and all the young and strong men were overwhelmed.

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Even some refugees who had dispersed here joined in to get a bite of food to survive the cold winter.

"It's difficult, it's difficult."

An old man who was over sixty years old moved a small wooden bench and sat in front of the gate, watching the pedestrians coming and going in a hurry, sighing repeatedly.

This time last year.

The family is now reunited happily.

Now the whole family has to travel around the world.

"Uncle, are you still sitting outside in this weather? It's going to snow."

The door of the old house directly opposite the uncle was pushed open, and a strong man walked out.

The man has a cheerful personality, thin clothing, and strong muscles.

"Well, I am old and have nothing to look forward to. I just want to wait for my children to come back." The old man sighed leisurely.

The young man said hello, turned and left.

Wait until the man is gone.

Another man in white passed by and said hello to the uncle guarding the door: "Uncle, how long have you lived here?"

The man in white is quite familiar.

While asking questions, he sat down on the ground beside the old man and put his hands on the ground.

With a light wine aroma.

For some reason, the uncle just felt that his body felt a lot warmer.

The uncle looked at the man in white and said, "I grew up in Dragon City since I was a child."

"Oh?" The guest in white raised his eyebrows slightly, pointed at the old house opposite, and asked, "Then how much do you know about this family across the street?"

The uncle said slowly: "We are considered old neighbors. The house opposite has been passed down for generations and has a prosperous population that makes me envious."

"Oh." The man in white asked again: "Uncle, do you know what that man is doing out on this winter day?"

The uncle glanced at the guest in white and felt that he didn't look like a bad person. The key was that he knew the family across the street. They were poor and had nothing to gain.

He said: "What else can you do? Build a temple. That's a good job."

"You can't farm in winter, but participating in the construction of temples can reduce the tax and grain for the second year, and the pressure in the coming year will be much less."

The man in white clothes nodded and took a few sips of strong wine. The pungent smell of alcohol made the uncle frown.

The guest in white clothes stood up and said with a smile: "Uncle, please go inside and wait. It's very cold here."

After saying that, he waved his hand and left.

The uncle was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and thought it made sense. He picked up the small bench and walked into the house.

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Wait for Li Changxiao to push open the door of Long Laixiang's room.

He saw Yang Xiuhua, with her hands on her waist, looking at her fiercely.

She asked: "Where have you gone?"

"Go out for a walk." Li Changxiao explained: "The door is closed today. I finally had a day off."

Yang Xiuhua was speechless for a moment.

I wanted to scold him, but found that I was being unreasonable.

I just felt angry and uneasy again, and I couldn't help but start to think deeply about the reason why Li Changxiao suddenly disappeared.

"Huh? Is the food ready?" Li Changxiao saw the food on the table, walked to the table, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and was about to give it a try.

"Start!"

Yang Xiuhua was so angry that she pushed Li Changxiao away, picked up the new dish she had developed, and cursed: "My food is not for a stinky man like you to eat!"

She was as fierce as a tigress guarding her prey.

Li Changxiao is good at falling into dreams. Although his cultivation level is not very high, he can tell many things at a glance.

The landlady of Long Laixiang, a shrew in the eyes of outsiders, is actually a sensitive girl with low self-esteem who has not yet left the court.

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Having experienced a betrayal seemed to have a profound impact on her, making her less likely to trust others but more likely to rely on others.

Li Changxiao touched his belly and said with a smile: "Madam boss, if you don't give me food, I will starve to death tonight."

Yang Xiuhua rolled her eyes. Seeing Li Changxiao's appearance, for some reason, most of her anger disappeared.

Ultimately, she was just afraid that Li Changxiao, like Hu Laixiang's Liu Ba, would suddenly betray her.

But at that moment, she figured it out.

Li Changxiao was just a waiter who was detained by him for eating the King's meal. He was not from his side, so how could he be said to be a betrayal.

"Sorry, I just got emotional." Yang Xiuhua said.

The two sat around the table.

Li Changxiao picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth, feeling the aroma overflowing.

When it comes to delicacies from mountains and seas, he has eaten a lot.

Speaking of spiritual fruits and herbs that feed on the aura of heaven and earth, he has also eaten a lot.

However, in his opinion, the food that can touch people's hearts and tantalize their taste buds the most is the delicacies cooked in the smoke and fire in this vast mortal world.

"Delicious!" Li Changxiao gave a thumbs up.

Yang Xiuhua pretended to be fierce and slapped her away, but she was secretly happy in her heart.

She cooked four dishes, all of which looked great and tasted great.

Seeing Li Changxiao eating happily, she also felt a sense of satisfaction.

Thinking about it, I can try to launch it tomorrow.

The Long Laixiang Canteen only provides food but no accommodation.

There are not many staff members in the restaurant. Including Li Changxiao, who ate for free, there are only four people in total.

Yang Xiuhua works as a chef during the day and does the accounting at night. Before Li Changxiao came, she was also responsible for cleaning.

It's not that they can't recruit people, but they are afraid of being cheated.

Her parents died early, and she is the only one left in the family.

If she hadn't inherited some skills from her parents, I'm afraid that they would have been wiped out long ago.

This family business is difficult for a woman, even a big and strong man, to keep.

Yang Xiuhua is used to doing it herself.

After eating most of the wine and food on the table. She rarely relaxes for a day and goes back to bed early to sleep.

The next day.

Yang Xiuhua spent some copper coins to hire some workers to announce the new dishes with gongs and drums.

Li Changxiao received the order and ran outside to attract customers.

Not to mention, the effect is not bad, Longlaixiang has returned to its former bustle.

Time, day by day, passed like this.

Longlaixiang's business is sometimes hot and sometimes cold.

This day.

When Li Changxiao was delivering food, he heard from the customer that the temple in the west of the city had been built.

A temple fair will be held tomorrow.

At that time, Huang Tingsheng, the governor of Longcheng, will also be there!

Li Changxiao was not interested.

However, this news reached Yang Xiuhua's ears, and she decided on the spot to go there to worship tomorrow.

Li Changxiao was very speechless and told Yang Xiuhua that the temple seemed to be the Hemu Temple, which was dedicated to ensuring the safety of water transportation, but not the God of Wealth Temple, and it would be useless for you to worship there.

Yang Xiuhua didn't care, she just wanted to worship there, just to ask for good luck.

Not only that, she also dragged Li Changxiao with her.

She said that Li Changxiao was drinking all day, and he might get into trouble in the future, so he should go to worship there.

Li Changxiao said that whether he got into trouble or not had nothing to do with Yang Xiuhua, and warned Yang Xiuhua that it was impossible for him to work for her for the rest of her life, so she should not be tempted by him.

He said this while drinking. His expression was serious.

Yang Xiuhua's eyes widened on the spot after hearing this. She didn't expect this guy to think so. She was so angry that she picked up a broom and chased Li Changxiao to beat him.

Who does a stinky swordsman think he is!

It took a long time.

The Longlaixiang dining hall finally returned to peace.

Yang Xiuhua went back to sleep. Only Li Changxiao was left, watching the falling snow outside the window.

He sighed.

He felt a little headache for the upcoming tomorrow.

He was going to see an old acquaintance again.