Chapter Eighty-Three: The Rise of the Good City (1)

Yin Xu and the three of them began to walk towards Liangcheng, if the salted fish is also counted, it is four people.

Along the way, Yin Xu also felt strange, how could he become so strong all of a sudden, the salted fish Liang Yunsheng had already rushed back to the cuffs of his shirt from his back, and when Yin Xu thought of the salted fish, he said with a little thought: "Is it because of it." ”

This time, Yin Xu breathed a big sigh of relief, and the whole person seemed to have changed, and he became angry, because of the help of Salted Fish Liangyunsheng, Yin Xu cared about him even more.

"Childe, this is our last food, as the old saying goes, if you don't die in a disaster, you will be blessed, and if you can escape from the gangsters, you are a rich and noble person, and today's difficulties are not easier than fighting!"

Yin Xu is also bitter and can't say it, who can say for sure what will happen tomorrow?

Salted fish Liang Yunsheng escaped from his cuffs and jumped on the ground.

Yin Xu immediately squatted down and opened his cuffs and told him to hide in, "Hurry up and go in, we will go to the most lively place to sell cooking cakes later, you will dance next to it, so that we can sell this big cart of things, remember, we must dance." ”

But Salty Fish Liang Yunsheng didn't listen to him, "What a nerd, if I dance there and don't scare people away, I've thought about such a problem a long time ago, now it's good, I might as well take the opportunity to slip away." ”

Salted Fish Liang Yunsheng jumped away without anyone noticing him.

Yin Xu became anxious, "Now only dead horses are regarded as live horse doctors, let's take one step at a time." Yin Xu, who was weak-hearted, asked the old man to give up the wooden cart to push him, and there was no way to save him with his head down.

"Young Master Yin, it's been a long time, why aren't there many people coming to buy our cooking cakes, what can we do?" Yin Xu didn't answer, but said secretly: "Damn!"

"You're trying to drive us to a dead end! What kind of method are you talking about?"

Yin Xu was still speechless, but Xiao Fantuan was anxious with him, "You liar." ”

Because at this time, Grandpa Onigiri was already coughing heavily, and the last time it was because of the cough, Grandpa Onigiri was sick for nearly a month, and he was almost taken away by God.

Now, as long as I hear my grandfather's cough, the little rice ball reacts.

In the end, Yin Xu said, "It's not noon yet, wait and see." ”

"You are really a nerd who doesn't know the people's livelihood, after noon, who else will sell cooking cakes? The people who sell cooking cakes are all poor people, and the poor people come in the morning to sell the cooking cakes and go back, how can this be good if there is no one?"

"Wait, if it doesn't work, we'll push it back. ”

, Grandpa Xiaofangiri couldn't help but feel a tightening heart, he came all the way from afar, so many cooking cakes were also baked, and they would not rot for a while on a snowy day, but if they were kept like this, they would still become bad one day, but now they can't sell ten cooking cakes.

Yin Xu said lightly and pushed back, for a few dollars, tired people like this, and have to suffer crimes, how worthwhile, but what other way is there but to push back! Thinking of this, the old man became sad for a while, his hair became a lot whiter, his swarthy face was covered with many wrinkles, and his eyes looked a little red and swollen.

"Okay! If we can't sell it, we push it back and wait for us all to starve to death. The old man sat aside.

But as the old man said, it has been past noon, and no one has come, and the small rice ball is also in a hurry, and Yin Xu is a little embarrassed to continue to stand here.

But something different happened, and at this time there were a lot of people gathered around the wooden cart, and everyone was wearing silk and satin, and it didn't seem that there were the poor people who bought coarse cloth coats for cooking cakes, and in Liangcheng, where the governance was strict, and the poor were becoming fewer and fewer, and the cooking cakes for the old people were becoming more and more difficult to buy.

Most of the people gathered next to them wiped the sweat from their foreheads with their sleeves, how did they look like they had been chased and fled here.

And all this has to be said because of salted fish Liang Yunsheng, he is an unusual salted fish, he is a salted fish with a slashing fist, in order to make these people who have never eaten cooking cakes, spend all day drinking, or do not worry about eating and drinking people for the old man to take out some silver is not too difficult, salted fish Liang Yunsheng ruthlessly jumped into the trouser legs of people, and fell down, when those people looked down and saw him, they were not scared, and they ran away, but there were also many who were not afraid, and stepped on a kick, and soon salted fish Liangyunsheng jumped higher than people like a spring。

When he fell, Salty Fish Liang Yunsheng used his earth-slashing fist to dig a cave in the ground that was so deep that he saw people running around, "Demon! Demon ......"

And Salted Fish Liang Yunsheng is having more and more fun, and his movements are getting faster and faster, those who were so frightened that they fell to the ground were about to run before they could stand up straight, and continued to fall to the ground, Salted Fish Liang Yunsheng dug a big circle around the place where Grandpa Xiao Rice Ball sold cooking cakes, and these people who were so scared that they couldn't get out again.

Salted fish Liang Yunsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the fish scales also fell off several pieces, "It's finally done, now it's up to you how you run, you are not birds with wings, this is called catching turtles in the urn, cut off your source, there will always be people who buy cooking cakes." ”

Yin Xu began to wonder, these people had been standing here quietly, not buying cooking cakes, and not saying a word, what the hell was going on? But before he could figure it out, Grandpa Little Rice Ball stood up and just got up with him, because it was already close to dusk at this time.

"Now it's okay, you can't sell a single cookcake, drink the northwest wind!"

The little rice ball also felt hungry, picked up a cooking cake and ate it, but the old man didn't eat it, he was anxious that the carload of things could not be sold, and his heart was in a panic.

But Yin Xu said: "You may not be able to sell it!"

The old man was angry at him: "What a waste material, a useless scholar. ”

Yin Xu said: "I know it in my own heart. ”

The snow here also drifted down, without showing any mercy, the more it fell, the more it fell, the chilblains on the old man's face cracked again, this is the chilblains that have long been pus, and when it is cracked, it will smell stench, and the people next to him are still trembling, and they still cover their noses.

In the blink of an eye, the sky flew over and there was a jackdaw, but it was just the arrival of the evening.

The old man became even more anxious, this hurry, his chilblain cracked even bigger The old man complained to Yin Xu: "It's all your fault, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't have made so many cooking cakes in vain, and they were here for a day, and now it's okay, I haven't sold ten cooking cakes for a whole day." ”

Yin Xu seemed a little ashamed, but he thought that he was angry with the book, and he didn't feel that he was wrong, "Wait, keep the clouds open and see the day, and the willows and flowers will be bright and another village." ”

Listening to his crepe talk, and pretending to be reasonable, the old man became speechless.