"Hey, it seems that you have to restrain yourself, you are talented and handsome, what if Zhuo Wenjun is really attracted to me, it's hard to do."

As soon as Zhang Yuan came back, he fell into deep introspection on himself, and set himself a standard for himself to be low-key and low-key in the future.

"Childe, it's Xiaoqing's mistake, Xiaoqing shouldn't think about you."

Zhang Yuan looked back, Xiaoqing knelt on the ground, and his shaking body from time to time told Zhang Yuan that the little girl was already crying.

"Xiaoqing, don't be like this, it has nothing to do with you, it's the hurdle in my heart that I can't get over Childe, let it pass yesterday's incident, come up and talk."

Zhang Yuan said comforting words in his mouth, and his hands also supported Xiaoqing's arms to help her stand up.

Seeing that there was still a teardrop on Xiaoqing's eyelashes, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but wipe her tears away with his thumb.

Although Xiao Qing was still bowing his head and sobbing, his mood seemed to have stabilized.

"Thank you, Childe, Xiaoqing doesn't know if there is a sentence that should not be said."

"Say whatever you want."

"Xiaoqing heard from the other maidservants in the house, saying that your body needs to be raised early, and if you delay it until you are old, it will not be easy to heal."

Zhang Yuan was really dazzled by these women in Zhuofu, just his body that can wield a blacksmith's hammer all day, what else to raise, and he didn't have to go to the battlefield to fight the Huns.

"Childe, my body is very good, it's no problem to kill a cow, don't listen to other people's nonsense in the future."

"What Xiaoqing said is that you have to raise a child, didn't you say that you have a hurdle in your heart."

Is it just their own body that everyone is hungry for?

...... (A flock of crows flies over Zhang Yuan's head)

It's only been less than half a day, and the big thing has spread all over the Zhuo Mansion, Master Ma De in the future, I must regain my strength and be a man to show these people.

"Childe, that's not what I'm talking about, I have to mention this matter again in the future, you go to the account room to spend Childe's monthly income this month, and Childe will take you out for a walk."

"Whoa."

Xiaoqing didn't know that Zhang Yuan's monthly salary had risen to fifty taels of silver a month, and after she came out of the account room, she tightly hugged the package in her arms, and she had to avoid every person who passed by on the road, for fear that someone would come to grab her package.

Zhang Yuan hasn't had a good turn in Linqiong County, and he couldn't get out of the workshop before, and it was almost dark when he escorted the iron billet, and he stayed in the carriage when he went back to the workshop to make the iron pot last time.

What the real life of the people of the Han Dynasty is like, Zhang Yuan has no way of knowing.

Linqiong is already a relatively densely populated area of Shu County, Zhang Yuan knows that the land he is stepping on is in the southwest of the Chengdu Plain, where there is an ancient road leading directly to Jiaozhi, and the merchants of the two places gather here, and the prosperity here is more than that of Chengdu, the seat of Shu County.

Walking out of Zhuofu only needs to walk on one street, which is the most prosperous street in Linqiong, and the residences of dignitaries and nobles are not far from here, and they like those new things from Yelang and Dongyue.

Zhang Yuan's vision was much higher than those nobles, looking at the wild boar meat crawling with flies on the side of the road, or the Shu brocade placed in the shop, Zhang Yuan did not look sideways.

However, Xiaoqing was quite interested in those small ornaments such as bamboo hairpins and silver hairpins, so Zhang Yuan bought a few and gave them to Xiaoqing as gifts, making Xiaoqing fiddle with his hair bun on the side of the road for a long time.

Passing by a stall selling Chinese herbal medicines made Zhang Yuan, who was already extremely disappointed, smile on his face.

Many of the herbs on it are known to Zhang Yuan, although he doesn't dare to use them to dispense, but when he boils porridge and soup, putting one or two pieces on it is also a great tonic for his body.

"Old man, what is the price of these herbs?"

The old man selling herbs saw Zhang Yuan wearing expensive clothes and this maid by his side, and directly set Zhang Yuan as a fat sheep who could be slaughtered.

"If the son wants it all, the old body will give the son a discount, only one or two good silver."

"Xiaoqing took the money and wrapped all these herbs for Childe."

As soon as Zhang Yuan's words came out, the three people present were all stunned except for Zhang Yuan.

The old man regretted that he didn't ask for more silver taels, and Xiaoqing was surprised that his son-in-law didn't know that he was cheated by the old man in front of him.

"Childe, these herbs can't be sold for a tael of good silver."

Zhang Yuan didn't know anything about the prices of the Han Dynasty, but he knew the preciousness of the herbs in front of him, including the plant that resembled a snow lotus, as well as the wild notoginseng and cordyceps sinensis mixed in it.

He earns fifty taels of silver a month, and he can buy these herbs for just one or two taels of silver, and Zhang Yuan doesn't feel that he has lost at all.

"Give him the money, and pack all these herbs."

Zhang Yuan had already said this, and Xiao Qing had no choice but to hand the money to the old man, and then took it all away with the sackcloth containing herbs on his stall.

"Childe, what's the use of selling these herbs, do you know anyone who is sick or injured?"

Zhang Yuan had a lewd smile on his face.

"Don't you all say that my body is not very good, these herbs are naturally used to nourish the body, ahahaha."

Seeing Xiao Qingxiao's face flush, Zhang Yuan smiled even more proudly and presumptuously.

Although there are more than one stall selling herbs, Zhang Yuan did not buy them for food, but it was enough to buy some emergency use or eat them.

From the street to the end of the street, there is no object that can make Zhang Yuan's heart move, and it is impossible to gain anything if he continues to shop, so he took Xiaoqing directly to the largest restaurant in Linqiong.

Shu Wei Xuan.

Zhang Yuan, who has seen the food of Zhuofu, has no interest in the dishes in the restaurant with this name that is quite good, and the purpose of coming is to see what is the difference between the operation of Dahan's restaurant and later generations, and what is the level of pricing of these dishes.

Xiao Qing and Zhang Yuan were both in this kind of place for the first time, but because of the luxurious clothes on Zhang Yuan's body, as soon as the two of them walked to the door, a small servant who specially greeted guests welcomed them in.

"Look, this nobleman, what do you want to eat?"

"What's in your store?"

"The best thing in the shop is tapir meat, and the chef is also a must for cooking pork pork."

As soon as this little guy mentioned the pork, Zhang Yuan remembered the bowl of minced meat that Xiaoqing brought him that night, and his stomach began to roll unconsciously.

"Can you grill the pork here? If you can, give me two catties of pig meat, and then get some dogwood and salt. ”

"Naturally, there is, nobleman, you wait a little bit, then go down and order."

Soon, a boxy barbecue was served, and the pork was cut into slices and placed on the dishes. Seeing that this is not so different from the grill in later generations, Zhang Yuan felt that he could have a barbecue party when he had nothing to do in the future.

After Shu Weixuan's little servant placed the charcoal that had all been burned red on the bottom layer of the Shanglin Fang Furnace, he began to roast Zhang Yuan and provide one-on-one service.

Zhang Yuan squeezed out a little juice from the dogwood himself and dripped it on the roasted pork, stained with a little salt, although it was not as delicious as stir-frying, it also had a different flavor.

ps: Although asking for tickets every day has no effect, the scumbag writer still continues to ask readers for tickets.

Kneel and thank you.