Jin Tang

Chapter 9

Chapter 9
"Mo Yang, why did you lower your head and laugh when Wang Baye came over just now?" Er Fu still couldn't contain his curiosity.

"I'm just wondering why his name is so similar to 'Fuck'." The corners of Mo Yang's mouth curled up.

"How auspicious this is. I always thought that Erfu was too humble. If I could be called Ergui, I would be lucky." Erfu sighed, "Look at Lord Wang, how majestic he is, and the shopkeeper is also very trustworthy."

Mo Yang choked up, but did not refute Er Fu, after all their cultures and ways of thinking are different.

It seems that in this era, the tortoise has not been used to "point at mulberry and scold mulberry".Before the Qin and Han Dynasties, people juxtaposed the tortoise with the dragon, phoenix, and lin, collectively known as the "four spirits".During Tang Wu Zetian's reign, people's worship of tortoise reached its peak. During this period, many people's names also had the word tortoise, such as court musician Li Guinian, poet Wang Gui, Lu Guimeng, etc...

Mo Yang rubbed his chin. It can be seen that this time and space has not reached the late Tang Dynasty in the original history, because at that time, turtles were gradually used to curse people.

The door squeaked, and Er Fu stepped in, kicking up some dust.

There is no square stone paving in this flat courtyard, but the land has been leveled, and there are still many traces of ruts left on it.

Rows of carriages were placed neatly on both sides of the middle aisle. Although the shapes, styles and colors of the carriages were different, each carriage had a flag marked "Renhe Car Store".

"Mr. Mo Lang, this is where the frame is stored. The ones on the left are not used by anyone. You can choose them yourself. The ones on the right need to be repaired. It is best not to choose these, or it will be too troublesome to delay things." Two Fu's wholehearted introduction of that posture is quite heart-to-heart.

Mo Yang nodded casually. He didn't really come to be a coachman, so of course he wouldn't be picky about it.

Turned in, looked around, and quickly selected one. The frame is not too big, and the square compartment can only accommodate three people at most.

"Hey, it's really decisive. Before I brought people here, it always took a long time for them to fumble and compare repeatedly." Er Fu said cheerfully.

Mo Yang didn't comment on other people's actions, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up: "Thanks to your guidance, little brother, it won't be a difficult task to choose a suitable carriage. Let's eat the meal we got at the local shop later."

"Succeed, Mo Lang-jun is really particular about people. You can also call me Er Fu from now on, Mr. Lang. Thanks to you, Er Fu, I can taste the taste of meatloaf today. Let's go, let's choose a horse." Er Fu smiled openly. Land, with excitement in the tone.

"I heard from the grooms before." Er Fu looked around, raised his hand to cover his mouth and lowered his voice, "Recently, the horses in the cart have been coming in and out quite frequently, and they said that some of them are stronger. Big and relatively stable in walking. Although I secretly noticed which horses they were talking about, I don’t know horses, so I’ll show you later, and you can judge for yourself.”

Turn left and right and walk through several courtyards. In the long stables, many horses are standing or lying down.

Walking around in front of these tall or short horses, Er Fu pointed out several horses to Mo Yang. Although they were also nanny horses, they did look stronger than the other horses in the stable.

But Mo Yang's gaze was fixed on a long-haired and thin horse.

This horse didn't look aggressive at all, its yellow fur was rather dull. Although there was no dirt on its body, it could be seen that it had been whipped before, and it was much thinner than other horses.

At this time, it seemed as if it was not full enough to eat. It had a mouthful of fodder in its mouth, looked at Mo Yang with its innocent eyes as if it was not afraid of people, and let Mo Yang approach, its affection and demeanor were very docile.

"Mr. Mo Lang, do you want to choose it? But this is not one of the good horses that the coachmen say." Er Fu's tone was a little surprised, "Although I don't know much about horses, I can tell that its condition is not good. "

"That's it." Mo Yang looked at the skinny horse sympathetically, and nodded affirmatively, "I reckon it can be brought back by feeding more delicious food."

Before crossing, although Mo Yang was not yet at the level of those disgusted animal protectionists, he was still a person who often fed stray cats and dogs.At this time, the skinny horse aroused his sympathy. Anyway, he didn't really come to be a coachman, hoping to squeeze it to make money, and saved it if he could.

Mo Yang went to the hay pile beside him, carried another large bundle, and put it in the stable of the skinny horse.

The yellow skinny horse seemed to understand Mo Yang's kindness, so it snorted, shook its head and turned back to continue chewing.

After completing the formalities one by one, Er Fu grabbed Mo Yang's arm: "Go, I'll take you to the shop."

After going around, they came to the courtyard on the right.

At the gate of a relatively simple courtyard, Erfu turned his head and said to Mo Yang: "This is a herringbone shop, Mr. Mo Lang, please wait a moment, I will take away my steamed cake first. Thanks to Mr. Mo Lang, I guess I can eat enough today."

Mo Yang raised his eyes and saw that this herringbone shop seemed to be a place for ordinary guys and helpers to eat.

Many employees squatted or stood on the ground in the yard. Although the clothes on their bodies were not tattered, most of them were patched, and all of them had signs of time left by the wind and sun on their faces.

They swallowed dry steamed cakes, and swallowed dryly with the water in their own kettles.

The portion of the steamed cake was not much, and it was black and looked very rough.

Even so, in this famine year, some people were still reluctant to eat this dry steamed cake, and only broke off a small piece, and the rest were carefully received in their arms.

The kitchen was semi-outdoor, and Mo Yang couldn't look directly at it.

The kitchen in front of me was comparable to a black workshop, with blood and stains everywhere, some dried vegetables were piled up in the basket like that, and a large basin was placed on the stove, with some dark, dry and hard steamed cakes inside.

Mo Yang felt that his throat was a little hairy, so he turned his face away and didn't look at it anymore.At the same time, he was even more thankful that the shopkeeper was so knowledgeable and sophisticated that he was able to arrange himself to eat in a better place.

"Mr. Mo Lang probably doesn't like this kind of place, but there are many people out there who don't want to stutter, so it's good to have a stomach here." Er Fu carefully put the steamed cake into his arms.

Mo Yang pursed his lips, thinking to himself, this place is still a bit strange, it serves black steamed cakes, but looking at the bloodstains and stains on the stove, it is more like a place that serves meat.

Mo Yang took another look at Er Fu, seeing his calm and unaccustomed appearance, he suppressed his inner thoughts.

He decided not to dislike being dirty, and looking around here, maybe he could find clues.

(End of this chapter)

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