The next day, Qiao Xingbang packed up and went out with Qiao Lixi.

Originally, Qiao Lixi still had a wound on her head, and Gu Jingshu didn't want her to go out, but Qiao Xingbang and his daughter didn't spend much time together, and it was rare to come back once, so she couldn't wait to tie Qiao Lixi to her waist and take her with her wherever she went. It's not a serious matter to go to the Chamber of Commerce today, it's just to have a meal, and Qiao Xingbang simply took Qiao Yixi with him. Moreover, today's dinner is also to explain the reason for Qiao Lixi's injury, and bring her so that the other party can see that the child is recovering well.

Of course, the most critical point is that Qiao Xingbang has selfish intentions.

I thought he knew his daughter's temperament, so Qiao Xingbang didn't say much in the carriage, and it wasn't until he got out of the carriage that he pointed to the plaque on the door to Qiao Yixi, "Qiao Qiao, this is the Jincheng Chamber of Commerce, but do you still have an impression?" ”

Qiao Yixi nodded.

The deity came when he was a child, and he was also brought by Qiao Xingbang to show off.

The two entered the Chamber of Commerce one after the other, and Qiao Xingbang took Qiao Lixi to get to know the people of the Chamber of Commerce, and his eyes couldn't stop being proud. In his eyes, his daughter is the best, so, yes, he is still here to show off.

"Master Qiao," a middle-aged man who looked like a steward called Qiao Xingbang, "There is something that needs to be dealt with by you." ”

Although Qiao Xingbang is not the president of the Chamber of Commerce, he also has a position, and occasionally deals with some matters in the Chamber of Commerce.

After hesitating for a moment, he turned back to Qiao Yixi and said, "Is Qiao Qiao waiting for his father in the Chamber of Commerce, or is he going to go around first?" ”

Although I really want to keep Qiao Lixi by my side, the Chamber of Commerce is really boring, and it is rare to bring her daughter out, and Qiao Xingbang also hopes that her daughter can have more contact with the outside world and be more lively.

"Dad, my daughter wants to walk around the neighborhood."

Qiao Xingbang nodded, this is the most lively street market in Jincheng, and the security is relatively safe, so it should be no problem to call a few more people to follow.

Qiao Yixi went out with Forsythia and two guys from the Chamber of Commerce.

The rain has stopped, and the streets are filled with vendors and pedestrians.

As the most prosperous city in the southwest, it is blessed with unique geographical conditions and a feng shui climate favored by God, which makes it abundant, unlike the changeable climate in the north. After all, it has the reputation of "the land of abundance", and it must be an enviable existence.

Qiao Yixi walked slowly along the street.

When she first arrived, her purpose was very simple - to understand her own situation first, then the situation of the Qiao family, and finally to look at the surrounding customs and customs.

Although Old Madam Qiao didn't want to see her, as the daughter of the long house, Qiao Lixi thought that her future would not be very bad, and it was more than enough to be a rice worm or something.

"Bah, bah, bah."

The sound of a heavy object hitting the tabletop.

Forsythia stood on tiptoe and glanced at it, "Miss, it's the three major cannons." ”

Qiao Lixi's eyes lit up, and she led everyone to squeeze over.

The three cannons are the traditional snacks of the Sichuan and Shu regions, mainly made of glutinous rice, because when throwing the glutinous rice ball, the three cannons are like "projectiles", emitting the sound of "dang, dang, dang", divided into "iron cannons", "artillery", "guns", so the name is called "three cannons". It is also served with a dipping sauce made of brown sugar, sesame seeds, and soybean flour, which has a unique flavor.

Speaking of which, this is also her favorite.

Contentedly holding a bowl, Qiao Yixi looked towards the stall.

With her appetite, eating two or three bowls is just a plug between her teeth.

The three major cannons are not cold food, and when they are sold, the semi-finished glutinous rice cakes are put into the pot and put on the stove to keep warm over a slight fire, and they are made when eating. So Qiao Lixi ate deliciously, and her dark eyes looked left and right.

"What's going on over there?" She lunged forward and raised her chin.

Forsythia followed her gaze, and there were several dense lines not far away, all of them were ragged people, "Miss Hui, that's the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion giving porridge." ”

Seeing Qiao Yixi's suspicious face, Forsythia explained: "Every first and fifteenth day of the new year, the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion will give porridge, and it has always been like this since the slave maid can remember. ”

Qiao Yixi raised her eyebrows, "Such a big deal?" Zhenyuan Hou is kind? ”

Forsythia said with a strange expression: "Miss, the Marquis of Zhenyuan is a general, who has been guarding in southern Xinjiang, and is the god of war in the hearts of the people. This should be that the Marquis of Zhenyuan wants to wash away the anger on his body. ”

Mars.

Sure enough, it's this section again.

The corners of Qiao Lixi's mouth twitched, and he said teasingly: "Then is this Zhenyuan Marquis the kind who looks like a jade tree in the wind, but has a strange temper, is decisive and uncertain?" Well, or is it extremely ugly, with cold poison on the body or something, either bad at doing it, or the kind that doesn't lift it? ”

Qiao Yixi's eyes lit up.

She has encountered it all, and she can accept the bloody plot.

It's just that the expressions on the faces of Forsythia and the two guys became more and more weird, and Qiao Lixi touched her nose uncomfortably, "Did I say something wrong." ”

"You don't lift it! Your whole family doesn't lift it! A gloomy voice came from behind, gritting his teeth with a murderous aura of yin wind.

Qiao Yixi's back was numb, and she instinctively became vigilant.

Turned around faintly.

Hold the grass!

Is this a man or a ghost?

In broad daylight, he was covered with a black cover, wrapped from head to toe, his cloak and hat covered his whole face, and the brim of his hat was almost hanging down to his chest.

Where is sacred?