Farming by blowing the lamp: the little girl of the fool's family

Chapter 272
Hearing what Yang Jiayin said, the aunt's expression softened, and she didn't say much.

Still looking at Li Jinyang cautiously, he stepped aside and motioned for the two of them to come in and sit down.

After having lunch at the aunt's house, thinking that there would be no further delay, Li Jinyang and Yang Jiayin thanked each other before continuing on the road.

With Li Jinyang's protection along the way, even if she encountered wolves, Yang Jiayin no longer had the panic and fear she had before.

Leaving the icy and snowy land without any risk, and arriving at the inn where Yang Jiayin stayed for half a month before, it was almost the end of the new year.

Because King Ming has not recovered from his serious illness, the emperor issued an order this year that the annual Grand Palace Banquet will be temporarily canceled this year, and the capital is not allowed to be too noisy, so as not to disturb King Ming's recuperation.

After such news came out from the capital, every town and county naturally began to follow the imperial decree.

Therefore, when the two arrived in the town, they did not see the joy of the people because the new year was approaching.

Every household is not very festively decorated, at most two red lanterns are hung in front of the door, and a few window grilles are pasted on the windows.

Yang Jiayin was a little strange.

The two returned to the previous inn.

Seeing that it was Yang Jiayin who came, the shopkeeper hurriedly walked out from behind the counter, rubbed his hands with a smile on his face, and asked with concern, "Jiayin, didn't you say you were going home and would never come back here again?" Is it?"

Yang Jiayin looked a little embarrassed.

Hastily coughed twice, and changed the subject, "Shopkeeper, why do I see that the atmosphere in the town is not quite right?"

"The new year is approaching, why is there no festive and lively atmosphere?"

Speaking of this matter, the shopkeeper looked sad.

After moaning and sighing several times, he personally greeted the two to sit down, and at the same time signaled Xiao Er to serve tea.

Then he slowly replied, "You don't know, I heard that King Ming's condition is getting worse day by day, and he only relies on medicine to keep his breath...so the emperor is very anxious, so naturally he has no intention of celebrating New Year's Day .”

"Not only has the imperial decree been issued, the palace cannot make any fuss, and even the entire capital cannot disturb King Ming's recuperation."

"In this way, even if we are in a remote village, we will naturally have to follow the emperor's imperial decree."

The shopkeeper's face was a little ugly.

During the New Year's Day in previous years, many people from other places came to the town to visit relatives, and some people made a special trip to visit the snow-capped mountains a little farther ahead, so the town was full of people coming and going.

For those who open their doors to do business, every year on New Year's Day, it is naturally the time when their pockets are the biggest.

This year, because of the emperor's decree, the shopkeeper can only watch the town as before, without any extra income.

Fortunately, Yang Jiayin left them a few recipes earlier, so they firmly grasped the stomachs of the guests.

The business of their inn is much better than other inns in the town.

So, from worry to worry, the shopkeeper is also a person who cares about major issues, and more concerned about the illness of Prince Ming.

Hearing this, Yang Jiayin asked curiously, "What kind of person is that King Ming? I heard someone mention it some time ago, but it was just a few words of understatement, but now I am very curious. "

"Speaking of King Ming, good news, you don't know that King Ming is the most legendary figure in our Beijun dynasty!"

Yang Jiayin's question immediately caused the shopkeeper's abandonment to be filled with sorrow, and he praised repeatedly.

(End of this chapter)