Back Off, Let Me Come

The road to Xiaocheng was 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 top priority is to buy two new clothes for Mr. Shen Xiaolang, because Qishan's 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 Xiaolang from the ready-made clothes.

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

"Shen Xiaolang-jun, it's time to go..."

Qishan 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.

What about people?

Dare to run around even if you don't know the place?

He was about to look for the missing Shen Tang, but before he could take a step, he caught a glimpse of a familiar white on the other side of the street—that tall snow-white mule obediently lying on the ground, even if passers-by gathered there in a circle. It couldn't stop its flailing tail.

Praying 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 he got closer to the crowd, he heard familiar shouts.

He saw the little Shen who he was familiar with, sitting on the ground without any image, and tied up his hair 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 didn't seem to be shy at all, and enthusiastically sold green plums.

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

Don't forget to advertise for Ome,

What is cheap, thin-skinned and big, 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 green plums were women, and they bought each one at a price of three or five 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-it's okay to tease these big daughters-in-law What is the little lady doing?

It is frivolous to call everyone a lady or sister.

After a while, Shen Tang's green plums were completely sold out, she put dozens of copper coins into her purse, got up and patted the dust on her buttocks, as if she had expected that Qishan was on the side.

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

Qishan was upset and resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"It's over, what are you doing?"

Others are selling wine, and Mr. Shen Xiaolang is selling plums on the street?

Shen Tang shook the clanging purse.

"I have no money, Yuanliang asked this..."

Do you know how poor she is now?

You can't ask Qishan for money, can you?

The two of them are not 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 Qishan's complex gaze, Shen Tang returned the frame to another stall owner, redeemed the mortgaged 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.

Both of them threw their luggage on it to save effort.

After parting with Tian Zhong and his party two days ago, Shen Tang took out a few pieces of silver from his bosom and gave them to them, plus a dozen pieces of cake.

"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 some thought, a few pieces of broken silver were given away.

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

Qishan 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?"

Praying for goodness: "..."

Seeing that Shen Tang's expression did not seem to be fake, he didn't know what had been made up in his brain, and his expression was unpredictable, making people confused.

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

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: "...Damn!"

Since it's fine, what the hell are you running with your speech spirit?

Even if you bully her, she doesn't know how to ride a motorcycle and chase the wind!

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

The prices of greengage and caramel fluctuate according to the clothing of the local people. The decent and clean ones sell for a few cents more, while the patched and unkempt ones sell 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 to 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 enjoys 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 it is 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 held the motorcycle and prayed for good, looking around.

The streets are empty, and there are dilapidated scenes in sight. Occasionally, passersby can be seen with yellow and emaciated faces, as if a bone is covered with a broken sack, and a gust of wind will shake them.

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

Qishan sighed: "Sibao County is one of the counties that Geng Kingdom took the lead in attacking. 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..."

Families lay plain and held funerals, and the wailing and sobbing in their ears never stopped.

Such a scene of decline, Qishan is not surprising.

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

The people on this land are doomed to tragedy.

However, when the two of them arrived at Xiaocheng through untold hardships, they found that the inside and outside of the city were completely different worlds.

Corpses littered the fields outside the city, and the barren land was thousands of miles away. The whining sound of the night wind was like thousands of lonely souls and wild ghosts crying together in mourning.

And in the city—

The crowd is surging, singing and dancing are peaceful.