If Su Manrong's sudden accusation was placed on Yi Ling, he would certainly not be able to react.

But Sansan understood Su Manrong's intention in an instant, and took a step back with fear on his face, explaining: "It's because my subordinates are not doing things well. They don't know that chopsticks are needed for today's porridge and rice. In the past, the rice given out in the city was soup, so there is no need to use chopsticks."

Use chopsticks."

"Go and get the chopsticks." Su Manrong still looked displeased, as if she wanted to cover up her family's shame. She picked up the porridge and rice and greeted Ming'an: "Please take a sip of soup to moisten your throat, Mr. Beile. The chopsticks will be used later."

Delivered."

Su Manrong also skillfully held half a bowl of porridge and rice, shaking it gently in her hands so that the rice and soup dispersed evenly, and then she took two satisfied sips.

"The city lord also eats with the people in the city on weekdays?" Ming An's handsome facial features were all full of admiration for Su Manrong.

Following Su Manrong's example, he shook the chipped porcelain bowl and took a small sip.

"Master Beile doesn't know that before I was canonized as the city lord, I was a criminal who was exiled to Qianzhou by the previous emperor. When I became the city lord, I never had a bite of delicious food, so I had to take on the responsibility of managing Qianzhou, so on weekdays

We all live and eat with the same people.”

Su Manrong sighed helplessly as he spoke: "Originally, I thought that Qianzhou was a barren land. With the support of the court during the natural disaster, we could barely survive. If the natural disaster passes in the future, the court will not be able to donate disaster funds every day.

, but how Qianzhou should deal with itself is really annoying."

"Before coming here, I had heard about Qianzhou. The imperial court is willing to hand over the responsibility of producing military uniforms to the city lord. Even after the natural disaster passes, Qianzhou will definitely be promoted by the imperial court."

Upon hearing this, Ming An still had a gentlemanly smile on his face, but his eyes were a little more careful.

"I would like to thank the imperial court for giving Qianzhou the opportunity to process military uniforms, so that the people of Qianzhou can have more experience in sewing clothes. If the imperial court does not provide assistance to Qianzhou after the natural disaster passes, I hope Mr. Baylor can give Qianzhou a chance.

At that time, those animal skins used to keep out the cold will be handed over to the people of Qianzhou for processing, so that the animal skins can play a greater role."

As Su Manrong spoke, he raised the white porridge in the bowl and used the porridge instead of wine to toast Ming Anbeile.

Originally, she came to the city gate to accompany Ming'an and his party to eat in order to make them believe that Qianzhou City did not have any extra food.

But after getting close to the handsome young man Ming'an and seeing the white fur on his body, he instantly had a better idea.

White fur originally represents nobility and power, but the fine fur is randomly made into cloaks or skirts. Although it can keep out the cold, its beauty is greatly compromised.

For some nomadic peoples, animal furs are readily available. Animal meat is their staple food, and furs are just leftovers left over from production and life.

But to the ancients, these furs were not as practical as a piece of fine clothing. Besides, ancient times are not modern, and there are many laws for the protection of animals.

Turning fur into fur and clothing that symbolizes power and nobility is a worthy path to wealth.

"Hara and Qianzhou are close neighbors and should support each other and develop together."

Ming'an chuckled and nodded. There was no refusal or agreement in his words. He just changed the topic with a smile.

Chopsticks were also delivered at this time, but they were indeed silver chopsticks. It looked like the silver had been oxidized and was not as bright as it originally was.

"To inform the city lord, all the unused wood in the city has been used for heating, and only these silver chopsticks are left." Sansan explained with an embarrassed look on his face.

"It doesn't matter, just clean it." After Su Manrong handed the silver chopsticks to Ming An, he took out a steamed bun from the package on the side, tore off a small piece of the bun, pinched a pickle strip, and put it together with the steamed bun.

Entered the mouth.

You don’t even need chopsticks to eat steamed buns and pickles, let alone eat porridge and rice.

Su Manrong's pretentiousness was seen by all the Hara people. As the city lord, these actions were smooth and flowing, and they were not pretended at all...

In fact, this is not the case. This is a skill developed by the modern Su Manrong. When she was in school, she used to do whatever was convenient when eating in the cafeteria. After all, when eating in the cafeteria, she prepared her own tableware. She only prepared a spoon and put it in the rice bowl.

If I use a spoon to pick up food, I have to lick the food off the spoon, which is a bit obsessive-compulsive, so...

After that, she started working and came back from ordering takeout, which was more convenient. She was too lazy to wear disposable dining gloves, so she invented this way of eating without dirtying her hands.

"The city lord is really generous. If there is a chance in the future, we will meet in Haixi and we will travel thousands of miles with the city lord."

"Master Beile, you are so polite. If I go to Haixi in the future, I will really bother Master Beile."

Su Manrong really wants to do business abroad. After all, cross-border trade is profitable. If he wants to build Qianzhou into a prosperous place, it is really impossible to make money outside of it.

After the Hala people finished their meal, Su Manrong watched them move towards Sichuan and Sichuan. After all, they came from Haixi and returned the same way without changing to food, so they were really a little confused.

It is normal for them to want to hit the wall everywhere, and Su Manrong will naturally not stop them. However, after the Hara people hit the southern wall a few times, a mysterious businessman will appear in front of them...

By reselling the food in the space to the Hala people, profits can be made and the Hala people can survive natural disasters.

She is not making ill-gotten gains, but saving people.

...

"Master Beile, it seems that the information we received is wrong. Those two people are just afraid of death, so they are playing tricks on us like this." Lord Beile's followers said very dissatisfied, wishing they could return to Haixi to kill those two people.

The body was broken into thousands of pieces.

"There is no need for them to lie. If they are just trying to survive, there is no need to go outside Father's camp."

Ming'an brushed his white fur with his slender fingers, revealing a chilling smile.

"Emperor Dekang valued the barren land of Qianzhou so much, which shows that the feng shui of this place is excellent."

Ming'an had never seen Su Manrong before, but he had been able to read people's faces and spy on people's hearts since he was a child. Su Manrong hurried to see him and stared at him intently.

Presumably, in Su Manrong's heart, he must look exactly like the person deep inside her.

The reason why he also said that he felt that Su Manrong was very familiar was because he wanted to take advantage of the situation. But after hearing this, Su Manrong denied it so firmly...

"Master Belle, do we want to move on?"

"Slow down a little. After an hour, we will set up camp on the roadside. Don't let the Lord of Jinghua City fail to find us."

Ming'an opened the curtain of the carriage and looked into the dark night, his dark eyes full of determination and joy.

Even though Su Manyong's acting skills are very good, if it were anyone else, he would definitely be deceived.

But want to lie to him?
Chapter completed!