Raiders of peasant girls

Chapter 162 Dafucheng
"Boss, do you still have red bean rice wine at home?" As soon as Jingyao sat down, she saw the people sitting next to her eating red bean glutinous rice with the aroma of wine.

"Yes, our family only sells the same kind of wine rice balls and red bean rice wine. Miss, would you like a bowl too?"

"Of course I want it. It's cool. It's the most comfortable to eat today. Do you want it?" Jingyao asked Dalang Feng Er.

"I want a bowl." Fatty is a foodie, so he naturally wants to eat.

"I want to too," Feng Er also said.Seeing that Da Lang didn't speak, "Do you want to, Da Lang?"

Da Lang shook his head, "I don't want it, Jiuniang Yuanzi is enough."

"Well, Boss, give us three bowls of red bean rice wine." Feng Er yelled while sitting on a stool.

"Okay, gentlemen, the red bean rice wine in my house is ready, and it has been chilled in the freshly tapped well water, but it is iced, and it is the most comfortable to eat in this hot day." The boss returned the rice wine Introduce yourself to rice wine.

"It's good to be cold in the well water, but it would be better if there are ice cubes." Jing Yao said to herself.

The boss first brought three bowls of red bean and rice wine over on a big plate. Hearing what Jingyao said, he said, "Ice is very expensive these days. We may not have it in Lingnan. Who can afford it?" something."

"Haha, it's not easy to make ice in summer, I was just joking." Jing Yao laughed.

After eating red bean and rice wine, the cold ice is really comfortable, but I don’t care if I’m full, and then I ate a bowl of warm wine glutinous rice balls, but I still don’t feel that full.

"Come on, let's go shopping again!" Jingyao led the way ahead, obviously she had taken a fancy to those restaurants.That what, is it a pancake? It doesn't seem to be. It looks different from the modern pancakes, but it still looks very good.

"Boss, what pancakes are these, give me four."

"Hey, okay, my girl, I figured out this pancake by myself. My mother-in-law said it's called soup pancake, and it's delicious." The name, of course, is not his name.

But Jingyao didn't ask any more questions, waited for the boss to roll up the cake and took a bite, it was really good, not the same as the soup filling cake in the previous life.Although the taste is not as delicious as the modern ones, but fortunately, the ingredients inside are all original and taste good.

After eating the pancakes, Jingyao bought all the food stalls on the small street, and when she returned to the inn, she brought a pack of garlic pork ribs and a pack of Lingnan-specific dim sum in her hand. .

Feng Er joked, "Xu Yao, I just found out that you are still a pig, and you are still a super-eatable pig."

"Cut, you seem to eat less than me." Jing Yao rolled her eyes, and they both ate the same amount, and they still don't know who is the pig.Too lazy to talk to Feng Er, he directly brought the food back to his room, completely ignoring Feng Er's hand reaching out to take the snack.

Cut, you also said that I am a pig, and you still want to eat my snacks, beautiful you.Jing Yao bluntly slammed the door shut.

Although this inn doesn't look very good from the outside, the beds on top of it are pretty good, which allowed Jingyao to sleep well.

The next day, after breakfast, it was the same as in Facai Town, and I didn't stay any longer. I directly supplied some dry food and drove on the road in a carriage.

Feng Er said that Mantou Town will take another two days to reach Fucheng, but there are no small towns along the way, even if there are some small villages, there are very few sellers, so they can only hurry on their way.

When she finally saw the city wall of Lingnan Fucheng, she realized how difficult it is to come to Fucheng.Although the ride was in a carriage, the road was not easy to walk, it was bumpy all the way, and it really felt like half dead.

She was better than Da Lang, and Da Lang put his whole body on Fatty's body.

No documents were needed to enter Lingnan Fucheng, but the guards at the city gate checked their carriages back and forth several times, saying that they were afraid of bringing murder weapons into the city.

Jingyao is really too lazy to complain about this, the murder weapon?What is the murder weapon?Is it only the shining big knife? Like her and Feng Er, she always has a pointed fire fork in her sleeve, and Feng Er naturally has a dagger and the like.But these people only check the carriage. Is it interesting to go through a formal inspection like this?Is it as interesting as the real thing to go through the motions like this?

This reminds me of the security inspection of modern subways. The security inspector always calls for the backpack to be put away, but why doesn't the shoulder bag call for it?Is it possible that there are contraband only in backpacks? Can’t one shoulder bag contain contraband?

Well, in her previous life, she went to work on the subway when she occasionally had a brain twitch. Every time she was stopped carrying a backpack, she watched the person with the shoulder bag enter the station without looking sideways. She couldn't understand the security check. What is the point.

Finally, after the officers and soldiers checked the carriage over and over again, she climbed in again, and Feng Er also drove the carriage to the city unhappily.

"Feng Er, let's stay in an inn with a relatively better location this time, which is good for walking around." Jing Yao suggested.

Feng Er smiled and nodded, "I know, let's go to the house I lived in before. It's in the center of the city, very close to all the streets, so it's very convenient to buy and see."

Feng Er was driving a carriage on the street, Fatty also sat outside with Feng Er, Jingyao raised the curtain of the carriage to carefully observe the prefectural city in the south of Lingnan.In fact, the Fucheng in Lingnan looks pretty good. Although it is not very prosperous, it still looks like a city.

There were quite a few people on the street, and at a glance, there were jewelry shops, clothing shops, and restaurants everywhere.

Sure enough, there are two heavens inside and outside the city.

No matter how bad this prefecture is, the ground is paved with bluestone slabs, but the roads outside the city are pits connected to each other.Thinking back to the previous life's slogan of building roads first if you want to get rich, and comparing it to this era, Jingyao secretly thought that she couldn't help complaining again.

When she arrived at the inn mentioned by Feng Er, Jingyao once again confirmed that the life in Lingnan Fucheng was good. It seemed that there were quite a few rich people. At least this inn was connected to a restaurant, and there were quite a few people eating there. .

Moreover, this restaurant will not be cheap at first glance, and those who can dine here are naturally well-off. Looking at the restaurant full of customers, Jing Yao deeply felt that she was fooled by the cooperation of Mo Chen and Feng Er.

It is simply nonsense to say that the purchasing power of Fucheng is not enough and that there are not many rich people.

But this kind of thinking of being fooled is just a rash, and those who can take root in this Lingnan city must have some strength.

She has no background strength, and if she makes that kind of quick-profit scented tea in this prefecture, she might be swallowed up in a few days.

But she still has to investigate carefully. Although there is no scented tea, her fruit oil is still there.

(End of this chapter)