Chapter 4 Wanmin Hall

Shishan is a medicine collector with two brushes. He is familiar with the mountain roads and remembers the places where various herbs grow, so he can often collect high-quality medicinal materials. He is a five-star quality supplier of Liyue Old Medical Center "Bu Bu Lu"

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For example, this time, he knew very well that rainy days were the time when glass bags were most likely to sprout, so he went up the mountain despite Shi Lan's dissuasion. In the end, the old horse stumbled and broke his leg. Even with the help of Bu Bu Lu's superb medical skills, Baizhu,

It is inevitable to lie down for several months.

But fortunately, because the quality of the herbal medicine was of good quality, Bu Bu Lu gave them a lot. The Shi family was relatively well-off, and it was not like Shi Shan had to lie down for half a year without being able to eat. Moreover, although Shi Lan was young, he did not just eat and drink.

My kid, he can often make some money back.

For example, now, he is going out to make money.

Shi Lan tidied up the house, slung a cloth bag across his body, and ordered: "Drink the medicine after it has been boiled for a while. The medicine will no longer be effective when it cools down. You are such a big man, please don't let me worry about it."

Shi Shan was lying down and waving his hands: "Get out quickly, get out quickly."

"The cigarette has been rolled for you, and the window is open. If it rains later, remember to get up and close the window."

Shi Shan: “…”

God jumped up and closed the window...

"Bye bye dad."

After blowing out the oil lamp and closing the door, the room fell into darkness again. Only the street lanterns could shine in some faint light.

In the room, I moved my body, Shi Shan half-leaned on the bedside, lit a cigarette with the dim light, and took a nice puff.

"Tsk, I really have a good son."

"Why is this cigarette still sweet?"

Shishan shivered, put down his pipe and drank the medicine honestly, praying that nothing would happen to him.

Shi Lan walked out of the door slowly and took out an old pocket watch at the door to check the time.

It was after seven o'clock in the evening, which was not too late, and there were many people strolling around on the street with nothing to do.

The Su Erniang snack stall next door was full of people, and the Wanmin Hall next door was also overcrowded.

After struggling to squeeze into the crowd, Xiao Shilan counted the molas and patted them on the stall.

"Er Niang! 300 Mora, I want two bunches of offal."

"Hey, isn't this boy Shi Lan?"

Su Erniang liked this child very much. He was smart and well-spoken. She put the mora away and, ignoring the people in line in front of her, directly stuffed the two bunches of freshly made offal into Shi Lan's hands.

"Be careful if it's hot and eat it on the side."

"Thank you, Er Niang!"

With two bunches of offal in his hand, Shi Lan felt a little satisfied and walked away as if he didn't recognize his relatives.

He came out mainly for one thing, which was the mission assigned to him by Ningguang.

The previous statement to Zhong Li that he knew Ning Guang was not just a casual talk. Shi Lan was really working for Ning Guang.

Ning Guang is not yet Liyue's Seven-Star Power, but it will be soon. With her outstanding work ability and reputation, she is fully confident in the Seven-Star election this time.

Ningguang likes to deal with children very much. With a little snack and a little Maura, she can get some useful information from the innocent little kid. With these methods, she has the biggest and most "special" knowledge about Liyue.

Intelligence network.

Of course, it is impossible for a child to do important work. The most that a child like Shi Lan can do is run errands, deliver some simple information, distribute leaflets, inquire about information, etc., in exchange for some molas to support the family.

Although the family is not very short of money, Shi Lan doesn't mind having too much money. At least when he sees something he wants to eat, he can pay for it himself instead of lying around drooling over it.

Today he accepted a task sent by Ningguang, sent questionnaires to the people of Liyue, collected them, and then handed them over to Ningguang. After completing the task, he would get a good reward.

The first stop of the mission now is Wanmin Hall.

As an old neighbor, Shi Lan felt like entering Wanmin Tang's own home. The current shopkeeper of Wanmin Tang, Master Mao, was extremely familiar with him.

In the past, when Shi Shan went out to collect herbs, Shi Lan, who was still wearing crotchless pants, was entrusted to Wanmin Hall and asked Master Mao to help take care of her. It can be said that Shi Lan grew up under Master Mao's watch.

The passenger flow is still very large during the evening peak, the house is full of people, and even the open-air courtyard is full of diners.

Wanmin Tang may not be as high-end and grand as Xinyue Xuan Liuli Pavilion, but as the most down-to-earth restaurant in Liyue, with reasonable prices and Chef Mao's superb cooking skills, it is always popular all year round and has an endless stream of customers.

Now Master Mao's daughter Xiangling is looking at the front desk, while Master Mao is cooking in the back.

Xiao Xiangling clenched her chin, looking through the menu in boredom. She braided her long dark blue hair into a braid, then pulled it up and braided it into a butterfly-like shape. As her little head swayed, she looked like a real butterfly.

Stopped on her head.

Xiangling opened her mouth and shouted: "Dad, the 12th table of guests want a portion of boiled black back bass and a portion of fried shredded pork!"

"Got it! Coming right away!"

The father and daughter cooperated tacitly, one reported and the other fired. Shi Lan really admired Master Mao's ability and marveled at how he could cook dozens of tables of dishes in one night without delaying the guests at each table.

Sometimes I am really afraid that he will be exhausted.

After the guest in front finished ordering, Shi Lan walked over, stretched out his little hand and waved it in front of Xiang Ling: "Hey! Miss Mao!"

"Just tell me what you want to eat. There's still time in the yard... eh? Miss Mao?"

"Who is so rude? You want to call me Xiang Ling! Not Miss Mao!" Xiang Ling's eyes suddenly became bright, and she could clearly see the person in front of her, "Ah! Shi Lan! I haven't seen you here for a long time, are you?

Are you here for dinner? Let me tell you, I learned a new dish today..."

Shi Lan waved his hand and explained: "No, no, you have to wait for a while to try the dishes. I'm here to get the questionnaire."

Now Xiangling is only ten years old and has not yet transformed into the slime cooking madman that she will be in the future. The dishes she cooks are all normal home-cooked dishes.

As a neighbor, Shi Lan has always been Xiangling's designated food tasting partner.

Of course Shi Lan would not refuse. Although there would be some problems with the first dish, it might be undercooked or taste strange, but as long as the problem was raised, Xiang Ling could quickly adjust it. By the second or third time, it would be fine.

It is already a finished product that can be put on the table.

Although I really want to eat something, I still have a mission to do, and there are still several restaurants to run to.

Hearing that Shi Lan was not here for dinner, Xiao Xiangling pursed her lips and looked slightly disappointed, even her butterfly pigtails drooped down.

"As for the questionnaires, they will have been collected later. I wonder if you have forgotten it." Xiangling opened the drawer and took out a stack of questionnaires. The blank spaces on them were already filled up.

"There are a hundred of them in total. They are all here, but some of them have some oil stains on them. It should be fine."

"It's okay, it's okay, just fill it up."

Shi Lan took back the questionnaire with satisfaction.

These questionnaires are the tasks given to him by Ningguang. The questions above are about the public opinion survey of this seven-star election and the survey of Ningguang's reputation in the eyes of the masses.

There were 300 questionnaires in total, and Shi Lan couldn't distribute them all by himself, so he asked Xiang Ling to distribute them to diners to fill out while they were waiting for their meals through Wanmintang. This method was very efficient.

A hundred questionnaires.

Considering that there are a lot of questionnaires, we only put 100 of them here in Wanmintang. In addition, we have several other friends to help.

There is strength in numbers, and the power of connections will be revealed at this time. Otherwise, Shi Lan alone would have been able to do it for years and years and months!

There will be another chapter later, where I need to sort out the wrong sentences and details...
Chapter completed!