Chapter 27: 027: Entering the City

Chapter 27 027: Entering the City

The road to Hyoseong is not smooth.

Not to mention wolves, tigers, leopards, poisonous insects and beasts, just the bandits who fall into the grass and block the road are enough to make people frightened. In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, the two of Shen Tang tried their best not to stay in the wild overnight.

However, the most urgent task is to buy two new clothes for Mr. Shen Xiaolang, praying that his own clothes are almost not enough to wear.

He came out of the cloth shop with a cloth bag in his hand.

It was too late to tailor the clothes, so he could only choose two men's shirts that were about the same height as Mr. Shen from the ready-made clothes.

There are both inner and outer shirts, plus the one I lent to Mr. Shen, three sets should be enough to wear.

"Mr. Shen, it's time to go..."

Qi Shan was about to call Shen Tang on the road to the next village before dark, but Shen Tang, who was supposed to be at the door, disappeared.

people?

Dare to run around even if you are not familiar with the place?

He was about to look for Shen Tang who had disappeared, but before he could take a step, he caught a glimpse of a familiar piece of pure white across the street—that tall, snow-white mule obediently lying on the ground, even if passers-by gathered there in a circle. It can block its flailing tail.

Pray for goodness: "..."

"Folks who come and go, take a look. The fresh green plums that have just been picked cost three Wen a catty, until they are sold out..."

As soon as I approached the crowd, I heard familiar shouts.

I saw the familiar Shen Xiaolang, sitting on the ground with no image, and tied his hair hastily with a straw rope to form a ball. A piece of cloth was spread out in front of him, on which there were green plums piled up like hills, and beside it was a big basket full of green plums.

She doesn't seem to be shy at all, and enthusiastically sells green plums.

As long as someone comes to buy it, she will greet her enthusiastically, such as a lady, a brother or sister, smearing honey on her mouth, and shouting indiscriminately.

Don’t forget to advertise Ome,

What is good quality and cheap, thin-skinned and big, eating it can not only quench thirst and heat, but also beautify the skin, it is really a must-have fruit in midsummer.

Qishan stood in the crowd and watched for a while, and found that most of the greengage buyers were women, and they bought each one at a price of three catties. Not to mention that green plums are too cheap, you can earn money if you buy them, and it is not a loss just to let this handsome young man call him "sister" and "lady".

If it weren't for Mr. Shen Xiaolang who is too young, has a warm attitude, is beautiful, and has clean eyes and no dirty thoughts, the men on this street would probably drag him to the alley and beat him up violently - it's okay to tease these big wives and little ladies to do it What?

Calling everyone a lady or sister is frivolous.

Not long after, Shen Tang's green plums were completely sold out. She put dozens of copper coins into her purse, stood up and patted the dust on her buttocks, as if she had expected that praying for goodness would be on her side.

smiled and asked: "Yuanliang, are you done?"

Qi Shan was upset and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"I'm done, what are you doing?"

Others are selling wine in the middle of the pot, and Mr. Shen Xiaolang is selling greengages in the street?

Shen Tang shook the clanking money bag.

"I don't have any money, Yuanliang asked this..."

Don't know how poor she is now?

You can’t ask Qi Shan for money, right?

The two of them are neither relatives nor relatives, they are tools for each other, and neither owes the other. Shen Tang can't have the audacity to use him as an ATM machine.

Under the complicated gaze of Qishan, Shen Tang returned the frame to another stall owner, redeemed the pledged Wenxin monogram from him, and put it back on his waist. With the newly earned money, I bought some salt, wine, and other pickled side dishes.

"Since I know that I am ashamed, why do you still give money to Teacher Tian and the others?" Qishan said, throwing the cloth bag into the cloth bag carried by the motorcycle. Moto was given a new job.

The luggage of both of them was thrown on it, saving effort.

"For one thing, I didn't earn those pieces of silver myself." She collected it from the first official who was killed, and she doesn't feel bad about using other people's inheritance. Injured, penniless, even if there is a place to seek refuge, I have nothing on me, and I don’t know if I have this life to reach my destination.”

She will not starve to death even if she has no money.

After thinking about it, I gave up a few pieces of silver.

Shen Tang, as a painter and house girl who grew up in peacetime, always feels sorry for others, so she can help if she can.

Qi Shan didn't seem to believe it, and asked again: "Is this the reason?"

Shen Tang tilted his head in confusion.

"If it's not because of this, what else could it be because of? Why, is it a conspiracy theory to be a good person these days?"

Pray for goodness: "..."

Seeing that Shen Tang's expression didn't seem to be fake, he didn't know what was in his head, and his expression was unpredictable, making people confused.

Shen Tang didn't know why, so he had to be cautious: "Yuan Liang?"

Qishan took a deep look at her and sighed, "It's nothing."

But he made a wrong step, and his figure was already three feet away.

Shen Tang who was left in place: "... Gan!"

Since it's okay, why are you running with your speech?

Even if you bully her, she can't ride a motorcycle and chase the scenery!

Because she was so poor, Shen Tang could only go all the way to sell homemade pancakes, green plums, and maltose.

The prices of green plums and caramel candies fluctuate according to the clothing of the local people. Those who are well-dressed and clean are sold for a few cents more, while those covered in patches and unkempt are sold for a few cents less. The price of pancakes depends on the local street vendors. Since it is a no-cost transaction, try not to disturb the market.

Qi Shan was noncommittal about her considerations.

Of course, I don't know how to complain about Shen Tang in my heart.

Mr. Shen Xiaolang is the worst literary conspirator he has ever seen in his life, even when he was at his worst.

But he is enjoying it himself, so he can't say much.

The two hurried and finally approached the territory of Sibao County.

Calculating the time they spent on the road, it is estimated that they are slower than the second batch of Gong's exiled prisoners.

"Yuanliang, I heard people say in the market not long ago that there are four treasures in this Sibao County, and the people have enough food and clothing...Why?"

Shen Tang led the motorcycle and prayed for good, looking left and right.

The streets are empty, with dilapidated scenes in sight. Occasionally, you can see passers-by with yellow and emaciated faces, as if a bone is covered with a broken sack, and a gust of wind will shake people.

These passers-by are also very timid. If their eyes meet Shen Tang, these two unfamiliar faces, they will shrink their necks, like frightened rabbits, and speed up their steps to disappear.

Qi Shan sighed: "Sibao County was one of the first counties to be conquered by the Geng Kingdom. Three of the six nearby counties were looted, and Sibao County was particularly serious. It will be difficult to restore the prosperity of the past..."

every family is in plain living and holding funerals, the wailing and sobbing in their ears never stops.

Such a scene of decline, praying for good is not surprising.

Who put the battlefield of the war between the two countries in the country of Xin?

The people in this land are doomed to tragedy.

However, when the two arrived at Xiaocheng after all the hard work, they found that the inside and outside of the city were completely different worlds.

Outside the city, corpses are strewn all over the fields, and the wasteland is thousands of miles away. The whining sound of the night wind is like thousands of lonely souls and wild ghosts crying together in mourning.

And within the city—

Crowds are surging, singing and dancing are peaceful.

(end of this chapter)

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