The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold.

What's more, Shen Lang almost lost his life for this Spring Festival.

He spent so much money in Pingkangfang, how much more than a thousand gold?

Naturally, he wanted to get it back with interest.

Just, early the next morning.

He hugged his waist and walked out slowly like a soft-footed shrimp.

I saw that his face was sallow and weak.

He held his waist with one hand and the wall with the other.

It was extremely difficult to move his steps, and his posture was haggard.

Ay.

It's too hard to be a man.

But the joy of being a real man is naturally unimaginable to little virgins.

When Shen Lang came to the hall, Biaozi also walked out of the house in rags.

I saw that he was shirtless, and his back was full of bloody scratches.

Seeing Biaozi's appearance, Shen Lang instantly felt much more balanced in his heart.

It turns out that this Qinglou girl in the Tang Dynasty likes to play SM so much!

The two looked at each other and smiled, their eyes full of deep helplessness.

Then the two of them pulled the 10,000 yuan sent by the eldest grandson Wuji, and left the Drunken Cloud Pavilion exhausted.

"Big brother, I'm hungry."

Biao Zi touched his hungry stomach and said weakly to Shen Lang.

Obviously, he also fought last night, tired and half dead!

"Boss, here are ten meat buns."

Shen Lang immediately said to the small traders on the side of the road.

"Big brother, can we eat some good supplements?"

Biaozi reached out and scratched the back of his head, and said with a smile.

"You're still too young, and this money has to be spent on the blade. Save money and take you to Zuiyun Pavilion in a few days. ”

Shen Lang said with a smile at Biaozi.

When Biaozi heard this, he instantly became extremely happy.

Eating steamed buns and visiting the Qinglou, this is really a great way to spend the money!

While eating steamed buns, the two walked around Chang'an City.

Shen Lang's purpose is very clear, that is, to find a good location and set up a stall!

Although the money from the stall is slow, is Shen Lang lacking money now?

What he lacks is the value of the stall!

Because with the opening of the system exchange bar, there are countless good things in it.

A feast for the eyes.

As long as you can't think of it, there is nothing that the system can't do.

Therefore, Shen Lang wants to earn the value of the stall by setting up a stall, and then exchange it for what he needs.

Now his top priority is to exchange the value of the stall for life.

With his current appearance, how can he flirt with a girl to be a sea king?

More importantly, he wants to return the three thousand white horses to the world.

It will take ten years of life!

Although a large amount of stall value is needed, Shen Lang can only bite the bullet and slowly accumulate it.

Shen Lang wandered around Chang'an City and bought a mansion in Changshou Fang, near Yanhe Gate.

It is only separated from the West Market by one Huaiyuan Fang, which is very convenient for buying and selling.

What's more, the prices here are cheap.

Shen Lang only spent 3,000 yuan to buy a large mansion.

The house is a little shabby, but the yard is huge.

Once everything was done, night began to fall.

Shen Lang looked at the deed in his hand, and was naturally extremely happy.

They finally have a home in this prosperous Chang'an City.

The next day, Shen Lang went to the West Market for a walk, not only bought a pig, but also bought some messy spices.

In the afternoon of the same day, Datang's first barbecue stall was officially launched.

As a spiritual guy, it is natural to have three small barbecues a day.

So Shen Lang's first stall is a barbecue stall!

He and Biaozi set up two tables and bought a few jars of old wine.

The two of them were drinking a little wine while setting up a stall, and Sensei was more comfortable.

Where have the people of Chang'an eaten such authentic barbecue?

Smell the enticing aroma and swallow wildly.

On the first night, Shen Lang's barbecue stall became an instant hit.

Although he only made a hundred yuan, he gained a hundred stall values.

Shen Lang was immediately ecstatic.

It turns out that by setting up a stall, every time you earn a consistent amount of money, it is a stall value!

This is simply a great discovery for Shen Lang.

And their barbecue stall spread all over Chang'an in an instant.

About this delicacy that has never appeared before, it has become a topic of conversation among the people of Chang'an after dinner.

If you haven't even eaten a small barbecue, you're just too low.

On this day, Shen Lang and Biao Zi were buying meat in the West Market.

Suddenly, a large number of refugees appeared on the streets of Chang'an.

"This group of Youzhou refugees is simply pitiful."

"Now that their family is ruined, it's good to survive."

"The Blood Armor General can save them for a while, but he can't save them for a lifetime!"

Shen Lang listened to the discussions of the passers-by around him, and was stunned for a moment.

Youzhou refugees?

That's not a relative, it's better than the existence of a relative!

"Where are you from?"

Shen Lang rushed to the beggar with an arrow step, and asked with slightly red eyes.

"We're from Youzhou, but we're not beggars!"

A young man covered in mud next to him raised his head and replied loudly.

"Dog!"

Shen Lang recognized the young man with a wooden sword at his waist at a glance.

"Childe, how do you know my name?"

The young man frowned, and asked Shen Lang with great confusion.

"Not only do I know your name, but I also remember how you stood at the city wall with a wooden sword."

Shen Lang stroked the dog's head and said in a hoarse voice.

"General, is it really you?"

The dog burst into tears as he spoke.

"It's me."

Before Shen Lang's words fell, the dog threw himself into his arms.

"General, we've finally found you."

The dog hugged Shen Lang's thigh and shouted with great joy.

Under the leadership of Goudan, Shen Lang met the people of Youzhou who were living in Chang'an in the ruined temple ten miles outside the city.

"Old one-armed grandfather, the general has come to see us!"

Before the dog entered the broken temple, the voice came in first.

Then, the old one-armed and others walked out of the broken temple one after another.

The moment they saw Shen Lang, everyone burst into tears.

"General!"

As he spoke, the old one-armed knelt down on one knee in front of Shen Lang.

Although they have not seen Shen Lang's true face, Shen Lang's white hair and familiar back have long been deeply imprinted in the hearts of every Youzhou people.

"Why are you and the others?"

Shen Lang looked at everyone and asked with great confusion.

"General, everyone else has gone to the city to find work."

The old one-armed man said in a trembling voice.

"Leave a few people here to wait for them, and the rest will go home with me."

Shen Lang said and lifted the old one-arm up from the ground.

That night, all the people of Youzhou gathered in Shen Lang's big courtyard.

Although there are three hundred and eight people in Youzhou, it is not crowded at all.

"Fathers and fellow villagers, I have wronged you. You stay here for the time being, and when the time comes, where can you buy it and go back to Youzhou and go home. ”

Shen Lang said with a slight red gaze at everyone.

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