Lanke Chess Edge

Sixteen days later, outside the city of Juntianfu in Yizhou, there was a man in a green robe with bun hair that was free and easy, and it was Ji Someone who was wandering all the way.

When Ji Yuan left Ning'an County, he brought some inner linings and two sets of coats. The grey one had a hole under his arm two days ago, so he has been wearing the blue one all this time.

These two clothes actually made Ji Yuan feel a little emotional. It was like a sweater from Ji Yuan in his previous life. It was very old and worn for many years. It was not valuable, but it was comfortable to wear. I just love wearing it, never thought about throwing it away.

In the same way, Ji Yuan didn't plan to throw away the gray suit at all, and Ji someone was thinking about buying a sewing kit or something to see if he could mend it by himself and sew up the hole in his armpit.

At this moment, Ji Yuan is still carrying the gray bag, the oil-paper umbrella, and the Qingteng Sword, walking leisurely. The wooden box has long been worth 300 yuan in the previous county. In this life, the precious golden nanmu wood is a good material for making bookcases and offerings in this life. The quantity is too small to sell at a high price.

The Juntian Mansion in front was getting closer and closer, and the flow of people on the official road naturally increased. Apart from horses and carts, there were also many passers-by like Ji Yuan who walked alone.

As one of the twelve prefectures in Yizhou, Juntian Mansion has no outstanding features. , is just a big name in the rivers and lakes, and it has been many years.

Compared with Ji Yuan's previous life, this is a world that is easier to forget, and the restrictions on the dissemination and storage of news are enough to silence a famous legend from decades ago.

With the decline of the Zuo family, most of the younger generation on the rivers and lakes are not even aware of it. There was such a master who was so arrogant that he claimed to be a sword fairy, and fewer people could dig up "grave stickers" to dig up the past. Only so few of the storytellers remember some classic old story.

As the city pass is approaching, the noise in the city washes away Jiyuan's eardrums again and again, and these days I don't know if it's because of the true fire of Samadhi, or because the mana is stronger after being tempered by the real fire, Jiyuan is always delusional I think my eyesight has improved a little bit, and I am trying to see if there is any improvement with my vision, but unfortunately it is still blurry.

"Cooking cakes, selling cooking cakes~~~ Cooking cakes that are just out of the oven~~~ A penny a piece~~"

Just entering the city, someone carried a burden and walked past the city gate. The shouting led him to look at the peddler, and vaguely saw that the other party was not short.

I just happened to see that the person's aura was not strange, but it was also a little special. After thinking about it, he quickly followed a few steps forward.

"This old man, bring me two pancakes!"

"okay!"

Hearing that he had business, he hurriedly put down his burden and waited for his fate to come up. Then he lifted the cover on the special cake box, and a burst of hot air came out, very much like taking the steamed buns from the steamer.

"Here, this big gentleman, I see that you are also from outside the city. We are very particular about cooking cakes and steamed noodles, and they are delicious."

Ji Yuan smelled the fragrance of the pancake, nodded and accepted it, paid the money, took a bite and tasted it, and praised the seller "good taste".

The latter smiled and picked up the burden and continued to move forward, shouting and selling as he walked.

However, Ji Yuan followed him while eating the pancakes, which also caused the sellers who were carrying the burden to be puzzled.

"I said, Mr. Da, why are you always following me?"

"Ao, when I first came to Juntian Mansion, I felt that I had nowhere to go, so I'll walk with you. How much does Xiongtai have to carry in a day?"

The big gentleman's reaction made it interesting to sell cakes, and I had never met such a customer before.

"I took the burden of selling pancakes at noon and in the evening. When the business was good, it would be sold out in half a street. If the business was bad, it was not uncommon for me to walk half a city in a day."

"Yo, that old man has good legs!"

"Hey, you're just asking for a living! I'm selling pancakes~~~ It's just out of the oven~~~"

The hawker and Ji Yuan chatted for a while and then suddenly shouted like this. After a while, Ji Yuan had eaten two pancakes, and found out two cents of money to buy.

"Brother, two more!"

"Yeah, Mr. Da, doesn't he just follow him if he likes hot food?"

"Hahaha, it makes sense!"

……

Ji Yuan chatted with the hawker, not only asking about Zuo's family, but also inquiring about the hawker's own situation.

After two quarters of an hour, the hawker panicked a little. The big gentleman next to him was still following him, and he had already eaten at least a dozen pancakes.

I can't say that this amount of food is exaggerated. It's just that I buy two after a while, and it's a little scary to talk to him while walking and walking like nothing else.

"Mr. Da... These are my last two cakes. Would you like me to give them to you?"

In front of a shop selling copywriting and offerings on a street corner, the hawker who carried the load opened his mouth with a cautious smile, afraid that he would follow after eating the cake.

As if waiting for these words, Ji Yuan suddenly laughed.

"Haha... That's good, but isn't that taking advantage of you, brother? Otherwise, can I write a few words for you?"

"what?"

"You can keep the bread for me, but you must keep your word and wait for me here!"

"Uh... ok!"

The hawker was still stunned, but Ji Yuan went directly into the shop next to him without taking the cake. The shop owner was flipping through the book and reading the article, and when he saw Ji Yuan came in, he hurriedly greeted him warmly.

"What do you want to see, the guest officer? We have good inkstones and langhaos, famous fragrant inks and paperweights..."

"Uh, shopkeeper, how much is a piece of rice paper?"

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment.

"Could you just buy a piece of paper?"

"Well, how much is a piece of rice paper?"

The store owner lost interest and walked back to the counter.

"Ordinary one-foot flowers and trees are worth two cents of Xuan Yuan. Large-format ones are more expensive, and rice paper made of green sandalwood leather is much more expensive. To..."

"It's alright, the store owner, just want the most ordinary..."

A piece of paper is worth two cakes, which is really a coincidence, Ji Yuan took out three cents and put it on the counter.

"Seller, how about borrowing a brush in the store to write a few words?"

The shopkeeper glanced at Jiyuan, then looked up and down again, took a piece of rice paper and put it on the counter, and only took two cents, then pointed to the brush on the pen holder and the inkstone beside him and said:

"I'm also a scholar, the guest officer please do it yourself!"

Ji Yuan smiled, took the rest of the paper, took out the brush, smelled the fragrance of ink, and dipped the ink in the inkstone, then stood by the counter and swiped on a foot of rice paper.

The wolf twisted the words in a row, and the four big characters "Evil can overcome righteousness" were written in one go.

"Thank you!"

Ji Yuan returned the pen, took the paper and walked out of the store, while the owner of the store opened his mouth slightly~www.NovelMTL.com~ stunned for a breath, and hurriedly chased out from the inside. The writing just now was not so good. , a little shock to him, non-calligraphy everyone can not do!

When Ji Yuan left the store, sure enough, the hawker had already run away carrying the burden. Ji Yuan just stood and looked at the corner of the street, and had no intention of chasing after him.

"Oh... I'm really free..."

Ji Yuan said to himself, the shop owner had already run out of the shop with the hem of his robe.

"Guest officer! Guest officer stay here~~!"

"Guest officer, I have a good Qingtan Xuan in my store. I can give you some. I wonder if the guest officer can leave some ink treasures!"

Ji Yuan turned to look at the shopkeeper who was looking forward to it, and handed over the paper with the ink still dry.

"This is for you, how about returning the two cents to me?"

"This... how to make it happen!"

The store owner was very surprised and took the paper carefully, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and he could even feel the artistic conception in the words like an illusion.

"Two cents!"

"Ooooo, wait a minute, guest officer, wait a minute, guest officer!"

The shopkeeper hurried back to the counter to withdraw money, but instead of taking two coins, he grabbed a small handful of silver pieces and rushed out of the store to hand them to Ji Yuan.

Ji Yuan laughed, and took the money without any hesitation. He didn't think about it so much.

"Okay, it's worth it!"

After speaking, he left without looking back. He didn't even know what the name of the store was, but the store owner opened his mouth and still couldn't be cheeky and asked Ji Yuan to write something or leave a signature.

Afterwards, with a smile on his face, he returned to the store and tasted the four big characters on the one-foot announcement. The more he looked at it, the more delicious it became.

"This word needs to be framed, it must be framed!"