It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 47

This is a post from the Huang family. Huang Yuanwai is 49 years old this year. Mrs. Yuan Pei died the year before last, and Xiao Ying went to the main room.

But isn't this a bit wronged Xiao Ying, Xiao Ying is only 17 years old?

There's nothing to be wronged. She killed the Kedoff family before she passed the door, and was ruined by bandits. It would be good if Huang Yuan wanted her outside.

Huang Yuanwai's family has thousands of acres of fertile land, and the eldest son is serving in the garrison camp. I'm afraid we will climb higher.

Fallen Leaves City, Su family.

Such a conversation came from a large room. Xiaodie listened at the door for a while, then quietly ran to the backyard, and finally she entered a dilapidated yard.

In the yard, Su Ying was feeding several homing pigeons with rice.

Miss, how can you do these errands. Xiaodie grabbed it and said, Miss, do you know that Madam wants to give you permission, and to an old man surnamed Huang, whose beard is white.

I heard some. Su Ying said calmly.

But... how can you marry him, miss, he can be Xiaodie's grandfather. Xiaodie was surprised at Su Ying's calmness.

It's not bad that I can get married with my experience, not to mention that this time it was the main house in the past.

Xiaodie was stunned, not knowing what to say. In fact, after Su Ying came back from Toad Village, her condition was not very good. Her original house was occupied by the second lady, so she could only be driven to such a dilapidated courtyard of Su's house, and her monthly food and clothing expenses were also greatly reduced.

But Miss, will you still be unhappy?

certainly.

Su Ying scatters the last handful of rice in her hand.

At this moment, two people stood in front of the city gate of Fallen Leaves City.

There is a vicious thief Cheng Dalei, who was born in the Toad Village of Qingniu Mountain, and is nicknamed King Toad. He has a broad face and a black beard under his jaw.

Before entering the city, Cheng Dalei first saw a reward for himself at the gate of the city.

Hey, my bounty has gone up. Cheng Dalei's face brightened.

It doesn't look like the painting on it, how can I catch people. Xu Shenji was very sorry.

Go, enter the city! Cheng Dalei led the horse, a little high-spirited.

In fact, before the two entered the city gate, they were stopped by the guards guarding the gate.

Hey, what are you doing, how do I think you look like a bounty gangster!

When the empire was still strong, civilians were not allowed to move at will. Road guides, public inspections, espionage, etc. are all identity proofs, and you need these things if you want to enter the city.

So in today's decline of imperial power, what is identity proof?

Cheng Dalei shoved a copper coin into the palm of the guard and pointed to the wanted list on the wall: Is it similar?

The guard weighed the copper coins, there were probably dozens of them, and quietly put them into his arms, but still had a stern face on the surface.

What's your two names and where are you from?

It's down... Cheng Dalei's heart moved, and he said with a smile: My surname is Ou Mingba, a person from Qingniu Mountain.

Oba? The guard frowned, It's a weird surname.

Following him, he pointed at Xu Shenji: What about him, what's his name?

His name is Ouye, and he's my uncle. Cheng Dalei took Xu Shenji's shoulders: We are visiting friends in the city, and I hope the adults can make it easier.

Okay, let's go in. Since you are from Qingniu Mountain, you should know that Qingniu Mountain bandits are in chaos, and it will not be peaceful at night.

Cheng Dalei laughed and walked into the Fallen Leaf City with Xu Shenji. This was the first city he entered after he set foot in this world. In comparison, Toad Ridge could only be regarded as a poor valley.

He was walking and watching, observing the environment of Fallen Leaf City. I have to say that the greening of the city is still quite good, and trees that are hundreds of years old can be seen everywhere.

The business environment in the city is also much better than Cheng Dalei expected. There are many shops on both sides of the street, and there are also many hawkers who walk through the streets: flower sellers, rouge stalls, vegetable vendors, people who carry firewood, who deliver water...

Occasionally one or two people roared down the long street on horseback, in exchange for the envious gazes of pedestrians.

Cheng Dalei is all too familiar with this look. If a sports car passed by on the street in a previous life, everyone would look like this. In this way, the vanity thing is the same in ancient and modern times.

Although Cheng Dalei also led a horse, the horse was too thin and not good-looking, so there was no little sister to wink at him.

Walking on the street and passing pedestrians, you can probably tell their identities by looking at their clothes.

If you wear sackcloth, you don't need to ask if you are a pariah like a slave. If you can wear cotton clothes, you can prove that your family is not bad. If you can wear silk and satin, you don't need to ask the rich N generation. Here N is greater than or equal to 2...

So, can't people start from scratch, become a top man, and become a wealthy generation?

In this era, it is very difficult to break the class hierarchy. Most of the sons inherit the business from their fathers. It's not that there are not many outstanding people who are amazing, and you can climb to the top step by step, but they are extremely rare.

Cheng Dalei is not bad, wearing a cotton-padded coat and leading a horse, followed by an old slave-like person. This dress is not to say that you are rich and noble, at least the family conditions are also good...

At noon, the two settled at an inn called Sihailou.

Little Er, here's half a catty of liquor and two catties of beef. Cheng Dalei shouted as soon as he sat down, and he had experienced the addiction of a hero himself.

Boss, we don't have beef here, and... the hotel has it, but what is liquor?

... Cheng Dalei.

It's up to me. Xu Shenji cleared his throat: Xiang will arrange a room for us. Our horses are tied outside and pulled to the backyard to feed them with good grass and food. If you can eat, here are two pots. Rice wine, half a catty of mutton, half a catty of pork, and then make soup for a piece of fish, it's faster.

Okay, just wait a moment.

Cheng Dalei was stunned when he heard it. It turns out that there are so many ways to order food. First of all, cattle were a very important labor force in ancient times. For a long time, it was illegal to kill cattle. The history of baijiu only began in the Yuan Dynasty. Although the historical line of this era is a bit confusing, Cheng Dalei can at least judge that it was before the Tang Dynasty, so baijiu has not yet appeared.

Xiao Er brought the food not long ago and said, You two take it slow, can you tell me if you need anything?

Wait a minute. Cheng Dalei placed five copper coins on the table.

Guest officer, what are your orders? Xiao Er smiled and stood aside.

Sit down, don't worry, what kind of dishes do you have in your store, let me have a good chat.

I'll stand and talk to you... Xiao Er took a deep breath: Our store has...

Cheng Dalei was attentive and thought he could hear the name of an original dish, but in fact there are only a dozen dishes, and the cooking methods are only steaming, boiling, grilling, and even frying is rare.

Cheng Dalei's heart was pounding, and he felt as if he had discovered a huge business opportunity.