"Daddy, can slaves really eat it?"

In front of Aunt Li's steamed bun shop, a cage of white-flour steamed buns was steaming hot on the table, and the rich fragrance of noodles made the slave slave and Lin Mu drool.

It stands to reason that Lin Mu, who is a modern person, should not be so greedy for steamed buns, but the owner of this body was starved to death, and for a hungry person, everything is delicious.

"You can eat, you are a distinguished guest today, just eat." Aunt Li was so happy when she looked at the delicate golden monkey pendant that she didn't even bother to pay attention to the people who were buying steamed buns on the side.

Lin Mu pulled the slave to sit down, picked up a steamed bun and blew the hot air and handed it to the slave, "Be careful of scalding." ”

"Uh-huh." Holding the steamed bun with her little hand, the slave took a bite carefully, and when she saw Aunt Li smiling, she devoured it.

Lin Mu was also extremely hungry, and he ate regardless of the image, looking at his daughter who had picked up for nothing, he fell into deep thought.

From the memory of his predecessor Lin Mu, he learned that it was the third year of Jiankang in the Hua Dynasty.

He had never heard of this strange dynasty, and there was no resemblance between the history and the present of this dynasty, only the geographical maps of each dynasty and the present day proved that it was a parallel time and space.

Therefore, the historical knowledge that Lin Mu learned in the contemporary era could not have the same advantage as a prophet here.

If he didn't have his own city, he would be sad here.

Because in his opinion, the Chinese Dynasty in which he lived was somewhat similar to the contemporary Song Dynasty system, basically the scholars and emperors ruled the world together.

In this dynasty, the scholar class was happy.

They took a high amount of money, relied on the ancestral training of the Chinese Dynasty Taizu not to kill civil officials, fought against the emperor, used the power in their hands to wantonly occupy land, became bureaucratic landlords, and had no worries about food and clothing all their lives.

Ordinary people, on the other hand, had to bear a wide variety of exorbitant taxes to support these scholars.

Thankfully, the Hua Dynasty, like the Song Dynasty, did not restrict commerce, which allowed the landless people to engage in commercial activities.

In addition, the Jin Dynasty in the north and the Hu people on the steppe cut off the trade routes from the Hua Dynasty to Central Asia and Europe, which led to the rise of the maritime trade of the Hua Dynasty, resulting in a prosperous commercial scene among the people of the Hua Dynasty.

Today, most of the Chinese Dynasty's fiscal revenue comes from commercial taxes.

"It's the best of times and it's the worst of times."

Lin Mu can only use this sentence to describe the current Hua Dynasty.

There is no need for a guide to go out here, people can move freely, and there are no restrictions on the sale and purchase of land.

However, behind the prosperity was the fact that the Hua Dynasty paid annual tribute to the Jin Dynasty every year, and although it had accumulated millions of troops, it was weak to win, and the reform and reform methods had failed repeatedly.

"Daddy, the slave is full."

When Lin Mu was thinking, the slave had already eaten two steamed buns, and at this time, his small mouth was bulging, and he swallowed the last bite with difficulty.

"Soup."

Lin Mu patted the slave's little head, since he took her father's body and lived a lifetime, in return, he would be responsible for this child to the end.

Hearing Lin Mu's words, Aunt Li immediately brought two bowls of rice porridge over, and she was very attentive.

"This little Langjun, this is the rest of the money." Aunt Li asked the guy to put a tael of silver on the table.

Lin Mu nodded, the weight of the gold pendant he took out was about five grams, and it was exchanged for 50 grams of silver, which was one tael.

This Aunt Li is equivalent to handmade money for a pendant with steamed buns.

After eating and drinking, Lin Mu took the silver and took the slave's little hand and walked a hundred meters north to the white jade bridge that crossed the Qinhuai River.

Here is the breeze, the blue waves kiss the shore, and the painting boats carry talented and beautiful people to enjoy the scenery.

On the bridge, a group of scholars wearing square scarves and white robes glanced at the boudoir girls playing on the bow of the painting boat from time to time.

As soon as they were noticed, they immediately shook the paper fan, pretending to be chic, and even a few limerick poems floated out of their mouths.

"Bad luck, where did the beggar come from, it really spoiled the scenery of the Qinhuai River, go away, go away."

When Lin Mu was intoxicated by the bustling picture of the Qingming River, an annoying voice sounded.

Turning his head, a scholar was looking at him and the slave with disgust.

Lin Mu looked at himself, his clothes were ragged, his body was dirty, and the slaves were almost the same, he really looked like a beggar.

But so what, in contemporary times, he is well-known in the company for his ability and personality, others respect him, and he respects people.

Because he has always felt that people are the same, there is no need to look down on others, and there is no need to be inferior to others.

"This son, what you said is not right, you can stand here, why can't I stand." Lin Mu's tone was unpleasant.

The scholar obviously didn't expect the beggars in his eyes to fight back, and every time he scolded the beggars in the past, those beggars would leave honestly.

This humiliated him, and even a beggar dared to talk back to the scholar.

"This Qinhuai River is an elegant place, when will it be your turn to spoil the fun!" The scholar put together the paper fan and pointed back and forth at Lin Mu, extremely arrogant.

Lin Mu's face has changed, ancient and modern, although history is rolling forward, but people's hearts have never changed.

He could see that the scholar was unhappy because he was jealous of the talents who traveled with the beautiful women.

"This Qinhuai River is indeed an elegant place, but you are not an elegant person, just with your virtue, it is reasonable that you do not have a beautiful woman's appreciation." Lin Mu poked at the pain points of scholars.

When it was said that the sore spot was raised, the scholar's face was swollen and red, and he said fiercely: "Today I will beat you to death, a beggar." ”

After that, he raised his hand and was about to step forward to fight Lin Mu.

How could Lin Mu let him, a straight punch hit the scholar in the nose.

The scholar touched his nose in pain, and found that his hands were covered with blood, and he was even more angry, so he grabbed Lin Mu and scratched and scratched.

"Daddy, don't fight." The slave's voice came, and Lin Mu remembered that he was not alone.

It's just that when he was stunned, the scholar seized the opportunity and pushed Lin Mu off the bridge.

Losing his center of gravity, Lin Mu grabbed the scholar in a panic, and the two fell down together.

"Bang, bang."

A loud sound of falling water sounded at the bottom of the bridge, and screams were heard from the painting boats that passed by.

Lin Mu was familiar with the nature of the water, and floated up from the water.

When he looked up, he saw a painting boat in front of him.

There are two women standing on the bow of the boat, of which the woman on the right is dressed as a maid, and the woman on the left is beautifully dressed and beautiful.

At this time, the two women snuggled together, obviously frightened by Lin Mu who fell into the water.

However, when the two of them saw Lin Mu's appearance clearly, the woman on the left exclaimed: "Lin Gongzi, but are you?" ”

Lin Mu was a little surprised, he took a closer look at the woman's appearance, and found a picture related to this woman in his memory: "Liu Ruyan, the daughter of Yin Liu Baijiang of Jiangning Mansion." ”