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"Yingchun is very powerful today, my brother knows."

As he spoke, he got up and threw the account book in his hand to Xing'er.

The closest thing to here is the fat powder shop, but in Xicheng, when they came, they were afraid that Jia Yingchun's master and servant would not be able to ride horses, so they walked here.

At present, if you want to go, it will take about half an hour to walk.

"You go and rent a carriage."

Looking up, he saw a carriage and horse shop not far away, and Jia Lian simply spoke to Wang'er.

"It doesn't matter if it's delicate or not, but the inside must be clean."

Wang'er took a silver ticket of one hundred taels from Jia Lian's hand and responded, and trotted forward.

Jia Yingchun knew that this was for himself, and smiled at Jia Lian gratefully.

"Thank you, brother."

The little face is no longer the woodenness of the past, and it is more lively and youthful that belongs to this age.

Reaching out to scratch Jia Yingchun's nose, Jia Lian said with a smile.

"Silly boy, thank you, I'm your brother."

As if his heart was stuffed with gold, silver and jewelry, Jia Lian felt extremely satisfied.

He felt like he had raised a daughter now, and the little girl smiled at him, and he felt so happy.

After a while, Wang'er drove a Wupeng carriage by herself, Jia Lian and Jia Yingchun took the lead, and everyone walked towards Xicheng again.

The people in the western city are not as noble as the people in the eastern city, and most of the people who live in them are officials of lower rank or wealthy families. Therefore, compared to the fact that the streets of Dongcheng are full of men, the restrictions of etiquette here are much looser than those in Dongcheng. You will also see a young lady with a hat, and a long list of mothers-in-law and girls tossing and turning between various merchants.

Such a picture is basically not seen in Dongcheng.

The official lady either stops in the boudoir, even if she wants to buy something. Either recruit people to the house to pick, or take a carriage and stop directly at the destination, and then bring a hat, and the mother-in-law and the girl will slip into the store with a long run. If you are a little hypocritical, you have to clear the store.

"Rouge."

As he walked forward, Jia Lian asked everyone to pay attention to the name.

The name of the fat powder shop among the three shops.

Although the people living in the east city are more noble than the west city, when it comes to prosperity and liveliness, the west city is superior.

Restaurant Tea Shop, Splendid Fat Powder, Four Treasures of Study......

A long, long street, lined with two- or even three-story buildings, lined up in a row.

Jia Lian looked at it, and unconsciously remembered the Qingming Riverside Map in later generations, and felt very similar.

In addition to the regular shops, there are also some stalls set up by ordinary people on both sides of the street. or rattan juggling, or ring clay sculpture, Jia Lian is dazzled.

Jia Yingchun, the little guy, was even more interested, and the two of them were in a very excited state, and the two little girls were chattering and discussing and exclaiming while walking, so lively.

Jia Lian smiled, and took the money to encourage the two to pick some of their favorites. A woman's shopping talent is perfectly unleashed at this time. What even surprised Jia Lian was that Jia Yingchun, who originally thought he was very introverted and quiet, actually bargained with others with great interest under the leadership of Si Qi.

After a circle, Xing'er Wang'er, Yin Shanzhi, and Yin Hao were full of big bags and small bags, and Jia Lian saw the fat powder in the city.

It is a very delicate plaque, two handsome-looking little girls are waiting at the gate, the shop is very large, and the inside is also very wide.

Jia Lian raised his eyebrows, with such a large flow of customers, it seems that there is another good show.

"Found it, let's go over there."

Jia Lian helplessly pulled Jia Yingchun, who was already completely addicted to buying, buying, buying, and pointed to the three big words "Fat Fan Zhai" on the opposite side.

Xing'er Wang'er has asked him for help several times, what can he do, he is also very helpless, who made his sister happy. Look at Yingchun's smile that reaches the root of your ears, how cute it is.

Seeing Jia Lian looking at himself with a smile, Jia Yingchun bowed his head a little embarrassed.

"Brother, did I spend a lot of money today?"

Pointing to all kinds of things in the hands of the four people, Yingchun was a little apprehensive.

I knew I wouldn't buy so much, but what if my brother thought she was a loser and didn't like her.

Seeing the depression on the little girl's face, Jia Lian wrapped her hand around Yingchun's shoulder.

"Let's go, what do you want, it's only right for a sister to spend her brother's money."

With a happy smile on his face again, Jia Yingchun nodded fiercely.

As the crowd was walking towards the opposite shop, a strange singing voice suddenly sounded in their ears.

Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, but they can't forget their fame!

Where will the past and the present meet? The barren mound is gone, and the grass is gone.

Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, only gold and silver can't forget!

In the end, he only hated to gather much, and when he reached a long time, his eyes were closed.

Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, only the wife can't forget it!

Jun's birthday said kindness, and Jun died and went with others.

Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, only the children and grandchildren can't forget!

There are many infatuated parents in ancient times, who has seen filial piety to their children and grandchildren?

Jia Lian's heart jumped for no reason, and he looked up and saw a laitou monk and a lame Taoist priest not far away, coming this way with words in their mouths, followed by an old man with a rickety body, ragged and panting.

When the three of Sumeru arrived, the monk looked at Jia Yingchun, babbled in his mouth, and then stopped.

"Amitopho, where did the donor come from?"

With a smile on his face, the monk didn't seem to have Jia Lian and the others in his eyes, so he stared at Jia Yingchun and spoke.

Jia Yingchun was stunned for a moment, and saw that the other party had been staring at him with burning eyes, and he felt uncomfortable inexplicably.

"I ......"

"From where you come from."

Jia Lian pulled Jia Yingchun down behind him and spoke lightly.

Although he wasn't sure if the people in front of him were immortals, Jia Lian didn't have a good impression of these two people.

If they are really good people, then when they first meet Zhen Shiyin, they will inform Zhen Shiyin of Yinglian's ......

Zhen Shiyin?

Jia Lian raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man who was following behind.

The face is vicissitudes, the hair is snow-white, and the body is rickety. I heard that Zhen Shiyin was the same age as Jia Yucun, and he looked like he was only thirty or forty years old at the end of the month.

But this person believed this situation, saying that he was eighty or ninety years old.

Monk Laitou was originally asking about Yingchun, but there was no great wisdom who received the Buddha's words and looked up in surprise. I saw that Jia Lian was looking at Zhen Shiyin, and seemed to be thoughtful.

The lame Taoist also saw this scene, and when he heard this, he smiled and stepped forward to shake off the dust.

"So where is the donor going?"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Jia Lian looked at the monk as if he was looking at an idiot.

In later generations, these two sentences have been said rottenly, and I don't know what to say.

"Go anywhere."

With an indifferent face, Jia Lian didn't want to show these two people who were nervous.

Monk Laitou and the lame Taoist glanced at each other, both of them saw surprise in each other's eyes, and bowed their hands to Jia Lian.

"I don't know that the immortals have come to this point, we are lazy, may I ask the name of the immortals?"