Chapter 8 Listening to the Wind in the Teahouse

Bidding farewell to the pawnshop shopkeeper who got cheap and sold well, Qiao Lan walked out of the pawnshop, and as soon as she stepped out of the threshold, she noticed a few malicious eyes. Whenever and wherever they are, the ruffian is always an indispensable social role. Like Qiao Lan, an "old woman who is not lightly ill", has just come out of the pawnshop, no matter what she has done, how much she has been, "grab" is just one word, it is no different from picking up for nothing.

Qiao Lan swayed step by step, slowly moving towards the less crowded place. Those people were also happy that she cooperated so much, so they didn't rush to do it, and only followed behind without hurry. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people, Qiao Lan looked at a dim alley and turned in. The four ruffians found Qiao Lan turning into the alley and hurriedly followed, but the alley was empty, and there were still people there.

Qiao Lan, who entered the space, was so angry that she almost threw the silver in her arms to the ground to vent her anger: Ya, what kind of world is this, robbing money is so open-minded. Thirty taels of silver, it is only 30,000 yuan, and I almost lost my life. I can't believe that my sister's life has become so cheap, I want to kidnap me from the Green Axe Gang and ask my grandfather for ransom, and the price offered is 50 million, not RMB, but US dollars!!

Qiao Lan actually didn't know how much thirty taels of silver was worth, but she calculated according to the fact that a bowl of wontons sold for two copper plates, and spontaneously and consciously converted a copper plate into one dollar, so that she could more intuitively estimate the price level of this era, one tael of silver can be exchanged for ten yuan, that is, a thousand copper plates, so thirty taels of silver in her estimation is only 30,000 yuan.

Without the spiritual realm, the space is like a sealed container, where you can't see the outside or hear the outside sounds. Qiao Lan didn't know what was going on outside, and she was afraid that those people hadn't left yet, so she didn't dare to go out for a while, so she just nested in the space and waited for dark.

In order to turn her thirteen-year-old body into an old woman, Qiao Lan really put a lot of effort into it, and instead of turning decay into magical cosmetics, she could only use plant juice, Yellow mud and the bottom of the pot ash cooperated, barely a face full of wrinkles, bitter hatred, sick with makeup, she used ten copper plates to buy an old woman a set of torn clothes, and then a bag of headscarves, a bend of the back, like a thin old woman, and she kept coughing, what's more, she added a few drops of yellow, orange and orange plant juice to the cloth towel covering her mouth, which looked a little disgusting, so carefully disguised, everyone was afraid of her infection, I wish I could get as far away as possible, let alone take a good look at this person.

Without water, Qiao Lan could only wipe with a cloth, and almost wiped off a layer of skin before barely regaining her original appearance. After removing her makeup, Qiao Lan began to look at the things in her space, in fact, there were not many things, thanks to Gu Mingyang, that scumbag, she had cleared the space before that operation, only a few clothes were left, and some small things that were not worth mentioning, the only thing that made her relieved was that her most precious photo album was still there. said that at the beginning of the end of the world, she had to go home to see, and she didn't give up until she couldn't find her grandfather in the villa she searched, and finally she took away the photo album containing all her memories.

Struggling to survive in the last days, Qiao Lan has never had the time or energy to look at the photo album, but now she is not in a hurry, she sat down, intending to be hypocritical, only to see her pick up the photo album very sadly, and she seemed to be struck by lightning again, and the whole person was stupid.

Qiao Lan thought it was a photo album, but it was actually a notebook, this notebook and the album were put together, the same brown leather cover, the size and thickness were about the same, she couldn't find it when she looked for her grandfather, Gu Mingyang urged three and four, she was in a hurry...... Qiao Lan fell to the ground and cried: How can you take it wrong?! How could this Rausch notebook be put together with the photo album. Ah!!h

Speaking of which, the origin of this notebook has something to do with Qiao Lan. The owner of the notebook is named Yang Yingfeng, and he is one of the objects of her grandfather Hua Yongzhi's donation to support education. Hua Yongzhi has sponsored a total of more than 100 poor students, everyone is grateful for his kindness, but only Yang Yingfeng will be grateful to the end, he returned to China after completing his MBA in the United States, and applied to become Hua Yongzhi's assistant, and later Hua Yongzhi retired, and he became the housekeeper of the Hua family.

When Qiao Lan was nine years old, because she couldn't get used to Yang Yingfeng's poker face, she used the question to ask her grandfather to send him away. At that time, Hua Yongzhi happened to buy a piece of land, so he casually asked Yang Yingfeng to farm. Yang Yingfeng really packed his luggage and went to farming, and soon, fresh fruits and vegetables began to be delivered to the Hua family in a steady stream. Two years later, the land became known as a pollution-free farm. The successful Yang Yingfeng finally returned to the Hua family, and this notebook was brought back by him at that time, which was full of farming knowledge, which can be called a treasure book

Qiao Lan knew that his grandfather liked Yang Yingfeng, and once wanted him to recognize his godfather, but a year later, Yang Yingfeng died in a car accident, and his grandfather had nothing on his face, but he named the pollution-free farm Chasing Wind Villa, and after that, he had to go to the farm every three or four months to live for a few days.

Qiao Lan reluctantly put the notebook away and turned to her clothes box. The clothes are made of good material, but they can no longer be worn.

"Hmm?!What is this?" Qiao Lan took out a palm-sized cloth bag from her clothes, tore open the seal and saw that it was actually rice inside, she remembered that this was collected in a farmhouse in the last days, everyone divided some, roasted it crisply with fire, and then rubbed it hard to rub the rice out, and when she was hungry, she could eat it.

There was a wisp of thought flashing in Qiao Lan's mind, but it was too fast, she couldn't catch it, she thought hard, and finally gave up and threw the cloth bag aside.

After rummaging for a long time, the only thing that was still a little valuable was a palm-sized makeup mirror, so Qiao Lan finally had a chance to take a good look at her new look, the person in the mirror made her feel inexplicably familiar, very similar to her twelve or thirteen-year-old appearance, if you want to say how similar it is, if the face is fuller, the skin is a little whiter, the mouth is a little plump, and the hair is a little darker: yes, this is me at all, just a ghost who is seriously malnourished. Could it be that I am reincarnated, I am Chen Yuehe, and Chen Yuehe is me, so it is not a resurrection of the soul at all, it is originally my own thing......

Qiao Lan, who was once honored to be selected as the flower of the department, is still very confident in her appearance, and now although she is malnourished, she is still herself in the end, as long as the nutrition keeps up, then she is still her.

Qiao Lan slept in the space before coming out, and saw the sunset burning the entire western sky. Wuli Town has been deserted, only on the dock, there are still many people busy loading a ship.

Qiao Lan went to the inn last night and asked for a room to cover up her whereabouts a little, although she felt that she was too cautious, but thinking that she was not familiar with her life, and her three views were still incompatible with this world, it was better to be careful. Qiao Lan urgently needs to understand this world, although she has inherited all the memories of the indigenous Chen Yuehe, but in fact, it really doesn't help her much, Chen Yuehe's life scope is too narrow, except for the Chen family or the Chen family, the largest is not out of Qingshan Village, the moment she stepped out of Qingshan Village, she was already "knowledgeable" than the original.

The next day, Qiao Lan went to the teahouse and asked for a private room. The easiest way to get to know the world is to listen to the wind in the teahouse. Teahouse, synonymous with gossip distribution center, can best reflect the poem "the sound of the wind and rain, the sound of reading, the sound of the ear;

Before going to the teahouse, Qiao Lan first went to the Cai Silk Pavilion, which sold ready-to-wear clothes. When she entered the door, Qiao Lan still had the old dress that Chen Wang's spent fifty yuan to buy, and Xiao Er of Cai Ayage was not snobbish, but in line with the purpose of taking advantage of the situation, he vigorously introduced the cheapest fine linen skirt in the store. Qiao Lan didn't embarrass him much, and directly pointed to a collared skirt hanging on the wall that could barely enter her eyes and asked the price, Xiao Er was a little sneered and quoted a price of three taels, Qiao Lan directly handed out an ingot of ten taels of silver, Xiao Er suddenly woke up, admitting that he had lost his eyes this time, and at the same time was glad that he did not offend the guests ruthlessly.

Knowing that a big customer was coming, Xiao Er became more enthusiastic, gushing about the clothes in the store, cleaning up, and finally having a personal Qiao Lan's mood also brightened a lot, and according to Xiao Er's wishes, she bought two underskirts for Chen Yueya, and of course, she also bought a set of blue cloth skirts for the cheap girl.

In Xiao Er's enthusiastic compliments, Qiao Lan walked out of the Caiya Pavilion, and then went to the bookstore to buy a copy of "The Law of the Kingdom", and at this time, she knew that she had traveled to a dynasty that she had never heard of-- the Kingdom of the Kingdom.

Qiao Lan, who finally sat down in the private room of the teahouse, was dedicated to three purposes, while tasting refreshments, flipping through books, and listening to all kinds of topics in the hall outside, from "The outer room of Changbai County next door was found by the tigress at home and was beaten half to death on the spot" to "The Yan family and the Luo family in the capital earned the name of the imperial merchant and fought for many years, but this year the Fei family developed the long-lost Yunyan brocade and won the title of the imperial merchant in one fell swoop. The spring that has been dry for decades in Yunshan County suddenly came out again, it is said that the mountain god appeared "to" Dingyuan Hou Shizi and his wife died in the war, Dingyuan Hou's mansion was defeated, who knew that the Hou Ye married the eldest granddaughter to the second prince in a blink of an eye, although it was only a side concubine, but how to be rich and noble in the future", all kinds of gossip are good, from the market cloth to the prince's imperial power, the people who say it are full of interest, and the people who listen to it talk about it, each expressing his own opinion.

When it came to the gossip of Dingyuanhou, there was a commotion outside, it seemed that people who were a little distant from Dingyuanhou were not angry with the people in the teahouse and arranged Dingyuanhou, and stood up to fight the grievances, which was the trouble, and finally someone was kicked out of the teahouse, and the farce subsided.

Qiao Lan didn't pay much attention to this farce, the text on "The Law of the Country" is a proper traditional Chinese character, she even guessed, had a concept of embarrassment, and listened to the old and new news for a long time, and was shocked to find that her situation was worrying, not to mention the strictness of women in this era, let's just say that this strict household registration system is a big problem in front of her.