"Young master, are you okay?"

"Young village master, it's almost enough, right?"

"Young village master, if you don't go away, the sun will come out!"

Han Han stood in the room, staring at Jing Zhe, who was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, with question marks all over his head.

Jing Zhe's most satisfied thing with this body is nothing more than his appearance, put it in his era of a proper little fresh meat, even here, whoever sees him has to ask, "Whose handsome little Langjun is this"?

Except, of course, for these big guys on the mountain.

is already ugly, and he has not yet appreciated the eyes of beauty, such as being pestle on the door frame at the moment, with a loveless face.

"Do you envy my looks?"

"I'm not."

"Cut, you must be jealous of my good looks, right?"

"I didn't."

"If you're afraid of anything, just say it! Anyway, I- I'll laugh at you whether you say it or not, so you might as well say it and make me laugh more openly. ”

“……”

Han Han was silent, perhaps thinking about how Jing Zhe, a scholar, was thicker than him.

Jing Zhe hasn't really walked around a city since he crossed over, and this is the first time, so he naturally has to pay attention to it.

It is also necessary to take a good beat, which is called a sense of ceremony.

He used water to pull back his long sideburns hair, and then he stood up from the bronze mirror with satisfaction, pointed to the front and asked, "Hanhan, you must rarely look in the mirror, right?" ”

Hanhan's face is white and red, and the answer is self-evident.

"Look, you must be disgusted with your appearance, you don't even dare to look in the mirror, and you are envious when you see me looking in the mirror, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense", Han Han said dissatisfiedly: "What do big men do when they look in the mirror?" A real man might as well have the strength to do more work! ”

Jing Zhe glanced at him, "This must be said by the ugly people of the big fat man, right?" ”

Han Han shook his head and straightened his chest, looking proud.

"This is what the owner of the village said!"

“……”

Lu Li is really smart, knowing that these guys are ugly, and looking in the mirror will only affect their mood, so saying this kind of thing makes them work in the fields more, and it can also increase the harvest.

Awesome, Jing Zhe sighed to himself!

I no longer talk nonsense with Hanhan, a bowl of gruel in my stomach, stepping on the breeze and morning dew, and rushing down the mountain.

……

Bishan and Yongzhou are adjacent to each other, four or five miles away, even without riding a horse, it only took half an hour, the two entered the city.

Yongzhou is not big, and in the entire territory of Anguo, there are not 100 but 80 small cities of this size, which is not half a star worse than the prosperous capital city of Jingzhou.

But this did not affect Jing Zhe's cheerful mood in the slightest.

Although Yongzhou is small, the streets are wide, the streets are full of pedestrians, and the streets are lined with hawkers, and the sound of hawking along the streets is endless.

After entering the city, Jing Zhe was like a wild horse, looking here, asking there, seeing some new things, and instigating Hanhan to pay for them.

How dare Han Han agree?

Pulling him aside, he asked in a low voice, "Young village master, aren't you here to make money?" Why is it that the money is spent before it is earned? ”

"People who can spend money make money, you know?"

Han Han shook his head, "I don't understand, and I don't have any money." ”

"No money? What about liars! ”

Jing Zhe was very dissatisfied with Han Han's attitude, and asked rhetorically: "Before going down the mountain, my sister gave you silver when I didn't see it?" Why, you still want to keep it to yourself? ”

"I don't."

Honest as Hanhan, when he heard Jing Zhe say that he swallowed the silver alone, he immediately couldn't hold his breath, "The owner of the village gave me silver, but she instructed that the silver was used for eating and lodging in the city!" ”

That means obviously, you can ask him for money for food and accommodation, as for buying some messy, sorry, no.

"How much did the eldest sister give?"

"One or two."

"Only one or two?"

Jing Zhe shouted, "This is too picky, isn't it?" ”

"It's a lot, and there hasn't been any entry in the mountains for months. A few days ago, he was going to rob the dog official, but he took a detour into the city, and I am afraid that he will not be able to rob it in the future, and the owner of the village does not have much silver left. ”

"Okay."

Han Han is telling the truth, the living expenses of more than 200 people on the mountain are only four or five taels a month, Lu Li is generous to give them one or two, and if you want to make money, you have to rely on yourself!

Jing Zhe walked forward, and he didn't have the heart to go shopping and have fun, thinking about what to do next.

In fact, there are many ways he can think of to make money.

For example, spirits.

According to Jing Zhe's understanding, the wine of this era was mostly turbid, and even the spirits paid tribute to the imperial court by other nomadic neighbors were only about 30 degrees, which was far from the real spirits above 50 or 60 degrees.

The method of making spirits is not difficult, make the utensils and distill them with cloudy liquor.

Moreover, the high-strength spirits produced by distillation can not only be sold for a good price, but can also be used to process other products, such as flavors, such as flower water.

The method is not difficult, Jing Zhe has read it in the book, it is just to add various petals and extract volatile oil with alcohol.

These things are simple to say, and the reason why Jing Zhe doesn't use them is mainly because of money.

No matter what dynasty it is, wine is not cheap.

After all, food is limited, and brewing sake requires a lot of food and time, so it's no wonder that it can be cheap.

And Jing Zhe doesn't have a penny in his hand, and the little follower Hanhan only has one or two silvers on him, how much turbid wine can he buy?

The most important thing is that it is easy to make a sum of money, but the difficult thing is to make money continuously, distillation and purification of spirits consumes too much turbid liquor, even if you can make money at the beginning, where to get so much wine in the later stage?

After thinking about it, Jing Zhe still abandoned this idea.

……

"Sell melons, sell melons!"

"Sweet and cold watermelon!"

"Eat one piece to relieve the heat, eat two pieces to survive the winter!"

As he was walking, there was a loud shout in front of him.

The sun was getting higher and higher, and after walking for a long time, Jing Zhe was also thirsty, and when he heard that there was a watermelon seller, he immediately came to his senses.

"Hanhan, let's go, go buy a melon to eat!"

"We have melons on the mountain!"

"Then you're going to the mountains now and pick one off for me?"

“……”

Han Han clutched his pockets, a little hesitant.

"You're too lazy to climb the mountain, so what's the grind? Besides, isn't this money just for food and shelter? ”

"Yes..."

was said by Jing Zhe, Han Han really couldn't find a reason to refuse, after all, eating melons is also eating......

After taking two steps forward, Jing Zhe found that the melon seller was not the kind of street stall, but had a separate storefront, and a small table was supported outside, on which was placed a cut red watermelon, which looked extremely attractive in the hot sun.

But the strange thing is that there are very few people who buy watermelons in the huge façade, and many people stay in front of the door for a while, point out quietly, and then leave.

The guy at the door didn't care, he took a bite of the watermelon, and the black melon seeds spit out along with the words.

"Phew, poor ghost!"

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