I promise

Chapter 314

Xu Younan smiled and said, "Let's go now? I'm afraid it will rain today. Don't you take an umbrella when you go out?"

Mu Dian didn't want to talk to Xu Younan at first, but after thinking about what he said made sense, he went back to get an umbrella.

Xu Younan said again: "If it's too early for you to finish your work later, you can go to Shou'an Medicine Hall on Wuliu Street and Wansheng Medicine Hall on Zouma Street for me."

Wansheng Medicine Hall was opened by Tan Zhou's younger brother Tan Lang.But Xu Younan asked Mu Dianke to go to Wansheng Medicine Hall at this time, obviously not for the purpose of obtaining information.

He now has ten carts of medicinal materials that he is eager to sell.It is necessary for Mu Dian to go to explore the tone, wait for the price to sell, and choose the best deal.

Immediately said coldly: "I can't do this."

Xu Younan smiled and said: "In business, you always have to learn in the future. Besides, I didn't really ask you to negotiate business with them. You just need to identify yourself and tell the shopkeepers of these two companies that we are here There are medicinal materials such as Scutellaria baicalensis, Anemarrhena, Magnolia officinalis, and licorice, each with hundreds of dendrobiums, and let them set their own prices. No matter how high the price they charge, don’t let it go. Just leave when it’s over.”

Only Xu Younan could come up with this kind of bad idea of ​​doing business well without intention and only causing trouble to others.

Mu Dianke said: "Aren't you the best at this kind of thing, why don't you go by yourself?"

Xu Younan smiled leisurely: "I really want to. But I have to go out to do some errands later, to go to Jiyun Temple on Mount Borneo to offer incense. Jiyun Temple is a famous temple, and it is the best way to ask for a child. Why don't we change it?" ?”

Looking at Xu Younan's spring-like smile, Mu Dian felt something was wrong, and he really had nothing good to say.

Instead, let her be an unmarried woman to ask for a child in the temple?

Immediately, his face flushed with embarrassment, he said "I'm sick", and hurried out.

Xu Younan still shouted from behind: "Don't forget, Wuliu Street, and Zouma Street, don't touch Jiangjun Street."

When Mu Dian came out of Huaijing Street, his cheeks were still hot.

The Jianghuai area is well connected by water and land, and has always been a prosperous place.

Although Chuzhou is not as famous as Gusu, Yangzhou and other places, it is indeed a treasure land.

Farming and mulberry are developed, the brocade weaving industry is prosperous, and merchants from south to north are constantly coming and going, which is a sign of prosperity.

When Mu Dianke was young, he went to Yangzhou with Jin Zhenyue and stopped by Chuzhou.Because of my age, my impression is a little fuzzy, but I only remember that the buildings on the street are lined with eaves, there are many shops, and the traffic of pedestrians and horses is very lively.

Nowadays, probably because of the recent flood and plague, the weather is quite depressed.However, there are still many vendors carrying loads and driving cars on the street.Pedestrians in twos and threes walked by together, bought scallion pancakes or fried dough sticks on the side of the road, wrapped them in oil paper, and stretched their necks to eat.

A strong breath of life.

Mu Dianke also imitated those Jiangnan girls, bought a rattan basket for makeup and powder, and hung it on his arm.The owner looked at it, and the west one bought it. They seemed to be wandering aimlessly, but in fact they went around the Tan family, memorizing the terrain and transportation by heart.

It's past noon.

Mu Dianke only ate a steamed bun in the morning, and he felt hungry after the investigation.

There are shops selling steamed cakes on the side of the road.

The steamed cake just out of the cage is as white as snow. When the lid is lifted, a white mist rises. In the thick water vapor, a thick layer of red dates and sesame seeds can be vaguely seen on it.

The red is bright, the black is shiny, the color is distinct, and the end is attractive.

Mu Dianke stood in front of the steamed cake shop for a long time.

Thinking of that day in front of the steamed cake stand in Qingshui Town, the handsome man in silver robes paid for the money with a smile on his face, stroked her temples lovingly, and asked with a smile, "What else do you want to eat?"

The day was full of spring.There will be as many springs as there are in the rest of my life, I am afraid that there will never be such a sunny and warm day.

As soon as the chubby steamed cake shop owner opened the steamer, he saw a fairy-looking girl standing in front of him, with a pair of picturesque eyebrows that made the water vapor misty, and she just stared at the steamed cake.

Sometimes weep, and sometimes smile.

I thought to myself: Don’t be a fool, right?Such a good look wasted!
He greeted with a smile: "Miss, do you want to eat steamed cakes? Just out of the cage, it doesn't taste good and you don't need money."

Mu Dianke moved his eyeballs and said with a smile, "Okay, give me two dollars."

The boss was inexplicably rejoicing: It turned out that he was not stupid!
Responded: "Okay!" He shoveled two pieces of cake very quickly, thinking of the girl's thin and frail appearance, one person might not be able to finish it all, so she specially wrapped it in two pieces of oiled paper, tied it with a string, and handed it over. And Mu Dianke: "Be careful not to burn it."

Chang Qianfo has a habit when withdrawing money. He likes to hold the bottom of the money bag and weigh it lightly with his fingers to identify where the copper plates and silver nubs are. It is very convenient to open the bag without searching back and forth.

Mu Dianke also imitated him, gently weighed the money bag with his slender white fingers, opened the bag and took out several copper coins, and put them in a square wooden box with peeling paint on the table.

Holding the warm steamed cake in your hand, it also warms your heart. It is soft and soft, and the wind blows across the silent heart lake, rippling endlessly.

In a trance, I felt that the smiling and following gaze behind me was still there.

She found a stone by the lake and sat down, put the oiled paper bag on her lap, carefully and carefully unwrapped the oiled paper layer by layer, held it to her mouth, and took a bite. The mellowness of sesame seeds, and the sweet and glutinous taste of red dates.

My nose is a little sour while eating.

The next bite is salty.

After eating the second piece, people came from the other side of the river, and three or four people were planning to get on the bridge with a cart of grain.

Days of heavy rain washed away the roadbed, and there was no time to repair it, so gravel and cinders had to be laid, which was already badly run over by cars and horses.

This cart of grain is no less than twenty or thirty shi, and if it is eaten into the soil, it will sink deep.

At the end of the road leading to the arch bridge, no one knew who had removed the backing stone. The wheels pressed against the ashlar stone, no matter how hard the two horses pulling the cart tried to dig, the carriage still couldn't get an inch in, but stuck in the mud. Deeper and deeper.

Those who escorted the car pushed behind.

The one on the far side is an old man with a white beard. He looks like he should be no less than 70 years old. He still has a flushed face and is very energetic.

It's just that he is not a martial arts practitioner.Puffing out his cheeks and exerting all his strength, his cotton jacket was drenched in sweat, he took off his coat, and panted heavily.

Mu Dianke lowered his eyes and continued to eat the steamed cake, when he heard someone shout loudly: "That girl, don't look at me stupidly, come here and help me."

Mu Dianke looked up and looked around.It was noon, and there were no pedestrians by the river, so the foolish girl the old man was talking about was himself?

Mu Dian couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

A young man in a bamboo green shirt leaned out from behind the carriage, shook hands at Mu Dianke, smiled apologetically, and said loudly: "It's okay, it's okay."

Turning to the old man, he said, "Old Yao, you are really serious. The little girl is eating cakes. Your voice scares people. How strong is a girl..."

It was not for Mu Dianke to hear these words, but she heard them with the help of her ears.

His brows frowned slightly: unexpectedly...was despised!
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