【2】The Rich Second Generation Is Forced to Start All Over Again

Chapter 277 Making Soup

The weather was cold and prone to wind chill, and the medicine they brought was not enough for the whole city. The simplest way Lu Xu and Yan Junqi thought of was to eat to keep away the cold.

The method is ready-made. Third Aunt sells mutton soup at Guanyang Wharf every year, which is very popular among the porters and coolies on the wharf.

Sheep are expensive in Guanyang, but Beiting County is the origin of sheep. Just use bones to make soup. If there are many people, add more water and boil it vigorously. It doesn't cost much at all.

Lu Xu brought back a lot of soup and made enough soup for the whole city to drink for two or three days. Households with hot soup and insufficient firewood can at least dip the cold pancakes into the hot soup and eat them.

Lu Xu felt that he was a genius, so he took a basin of soup into the backyard and served it to Yan Junqi, the two county magistrates and their family members who were eating together, asking for praise while serving it.

The two county magistrates were filled with emotion as they watched their grandson and granddaughter making pancakes and drinking soup, their little feet swaying under the chairs.

They remembered what Lu Xu said about eating yesterday, and only then did they agree deeply.

Only when you are full can you raise your hopes.

Since the founding of Zhen'an County, there has never been a day as lively as today.

The Zhen'an County Magistrate stood up and saluted Lu Xu, who was still laughing and asking for praise with Yan Jun. "On behalf of the people of Zhen'an County, Mr. Zhang, thank you, little brother Lu, for your righteous deeds."

Lu Xu was startled and quickly stepped aside: "No, no, no, Mr. Zhang, sit down quickly, sit down quickly."

Magistrate Zhang shook his head, "Zhang thought he had done his best for the people of Zhen'an. When I saw Brother Lu and Master Yan today, I realized that Zhang was just a leaf covering his eyes, and his wisdom and courage were not as good as those of the two brothers."

Magistrate Zhao of Zhenbei also stood up and said: "It is true. Zhao has been in Zhenbei for three years and has never thought of such a simple way to deal with the bitter cold in the northwest. He only wanted to separate the people from the barbarians, but he never thought of leaving. As a county magistrate, I went to break into the enemy camp alone."

Lu Xu's face and ears were red: "No, no, no, I don't dare either. I brought many people with me to dare to go."

Before going there, I asked Jun Qi and found out that it was the smallest barbarian tribe nearby.

Lu Xu quickly passed the chili peppers on the table to the front, trying to avoid the topic: "This chili oil is very fragrant. I fried it myself. Try it."

But the two county magistrates were still immersed in the impact Lu Xu had brought to them, and even reflected on the conservative behavior they had done in the past few years.

The more Lu Xu listened, the more guilty he felt. He was usually not very shameless, especially towards acquaintances, but being praised in such a serious way made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Lu Xu put the chili oil bottle on the table, "You guys eat! I'll get Lu Zhou to change it!"

After that, he ran away. As soon as he ran out, he heard all the children in the house laughing.

Lu Xu walked out quickly and almost slipped on the ice on the steps.

Lu Xu rushed outside the yamen, while Lu Zhou was still sitting by the fire registering who had received the soup and how many days of wages they owed the yamen.