Mu Jincheng occasionally dreamed back at midnight, and he couldn't believe it in a trance, he had traveled to this era that had not left any traces in the long river of history, it had been nearly 20 years, but he still didn't adapt to the clothes of the long shirt and brocade robe, not only that, but he was also a road blind, only knowing left and right, not distinguishing things.

Thinking of this unlucky crossing, he was very depressed, others either took the warehouse or the ability, wore to the troubled times or the end of the world, and did a great cause to make a contribution to turn the tide.

But he is good, except for the memory of his previous life, there is nothing, not to mention, the Mu family has a second master who can be called a business genius, at the age of twelve, he bought the best tea mountain in Cuiping Town in one fell swoop, and gave it to his mother as a birthday gift, his light is as dazzling as the sun, moon and stars, this is called as thin as a fluorescent candlelight, how can he do it from the modern age that cannot live without the mobile phone network?

It seems that in addition to eating, drinking, and spending money, there is nothing that can reflect his sense of existence, although this makes him hit by the cheap father, but with the protection of the ancestors and his mother, every time it is thunder and rain.

The most important thing is that he has never had the intention of staying for a long time, he just wants to wait for the opportunity to return to modern times as soon as possible, there is still a person he misses, although he has not even pinched other people's little hands, but because of this, it has become an obsession that he refuses to let go.

"Third master, turn the corner here." Bao Ying stood dogged on the side of the road waiting for him.

The words that came out coldly interrupted Mu Jincheng's meditation, he waved his sleeves, walked forward with his hands, his phoenix eyes raised slightly, and his face returned to his former cynical expression.

Han Shouyi kept standing at the door of the store with his hands in his hands, until Mu Jincheng turned around and disappeared, he turned his head and smiled at Gu Qingzhu: "The girl has been waiting for a long time, what are you looking for me?" ”

"Shopkeeper Han, I'm ...... I actually don't have a big deal, I just want to ask about the market of spring tea. Gu Qingzhu was looking down and thinking about how to speak, when he suddenly asked, he stammered a little.

"It's hard to talk about this now, you don't have to be anxious, after all, the tea hasn't sprouted yet, right?" Han Shouyi returned to the counter and said with a smile.

"Last year, I made tea cakes for the first time, and I got your approval, and this year...... Well...... I'm sure ......" Gu Qingzhu pondered his words and spoke with great difficulty.

But before she could say her most embarrassing words, she was interrupted by a man who came in outside.

"Uncle Han, I watched from a distance, as if Jincheng took Baoying over and went out from you?" Before the man saw him, he heard his voice first, and the tone was mellow, like tea and strong wine, which was very good.

Gu Qingzhu was stopped talking, and her heart was relieved, she exhaled softly, she was so nervous just now.

The man walked straight in, standing not far from her in the backlight, he was more than eight feet tall, wearing a dark satin robe, his side face was clean and distinct, his sword eyebrows and high nose, his eyes were as deep as a secluded pool, and the stubble under his chin was black and hard, highlighting his calm and capable.

"Yes, Second Master." Han Shouyi responded in a low voice, he glanced at Gu Qingzhu, the housework of the owner is always not good to say in front of outsiders.

"This girl?" Mu Mingcheng, the second master of the Mu family, turned his head along his gaze, the corners of his mouth curved out of just the right arc, as if he was asking, he smiled, and at first glance, he was a modest and polite gentleman.

"She is from Gu Jiaao, and the tea cake you particularly appreciated last year was made by her, and she wants to ask for the price today." Shopkeeper Han hurriedly stepped forward to introduce.

Gu Qingzhu turned sideways, lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows.

"The girl's tea is good, and the tea-making skills are better, but it's just ......" Mu Mingcheng paused.

"What's wrong?" Shopkeeper Han seemed to be more anxious than Gu Qingzhu, and when she was just looking up and waiting for Mu Mingcheng to do the next thing, he had already stretched his neck and asked.

"I'm here to tell you that there may be big changes in the Tea and Horse Division this year, and until now, there is no letter for commercial tea, official tea, and tribute tea. Mu Mingcheng's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he shook his head.

"This ......" Gu Qingzhu heard this, his eyelashes blinked violently, and he was speechless.

Now that the price of food has risen boundlessly, if the tea cakes can't be sold, it will be difficult to have enough food and live a stable life in the future, let alone for Ah Di to study.

"Girl, don't worry, your family doesn't have much, don't go to the East Market Trading Ground, where the fish and dragons are mixed, may not be able to sell at a good price, Sansheng loves tea, no matter how much it will definitely be collected, but the price will go with the market, in addition to an old saying in the tea market, early picking, early production and early sale, the first stubble, before the Ming Dynasty, before the rain, after these festivals, no matter how good the tea can not be sold at a good price, remember not to live up to this season in vain." Mu Mingcheng saw Gu Qingzhu's expression change in shock, so he comforted him with a pleasant face.

His tone was warm, his tone was low, and there was an inexplicable feeling of reassurance, Gu Qingzhu nodded involuntarily.

Listening to the words of the second master, this year's tea market may not be as smooth as in previous years, Gu Qingzhu has already obtained the promise of the boss's purchase, and she is embarrassed to mention the matter of credit, she thanked them and left with the bamboo basket on her back.

Gu Qingzhu's tea cakes last year were all sold to Sansheng, because the price given by the shopkeeper Han was fair, she had not resold it to other families, so she was not familiar with the shopkeepers of other families, and she could not open a credit account in Sansheng, let alone the next family.

Seeing that the way to find money was blocked again, Gu Qingzhu was anxious and melancholy, now, where could she think?