This is the early spring of the second year of Xining, and the warm spring breeze blows every corner of Kaifeng and blows into everyone's heart.

The weather is good, and the blue sky has spread out an impermeable net to cover Kaifeng City tightly. There was not a trace of clouds in the sky, and the sun shot boldly on the earth, trying to drive away the tail of winter.

Most of the snow has melted, and the occasional bits of whiteness seem to tell that winter has come. Although the withered branches still have no young shoots, the trunk of the tree has been overflowing, but it is so faint, and it also makes people's hearts rise up with countless joys.

This is Kaifeng, which has never been less prosperous and lively. This is especially true of Mahang Street, although the morning sun has just reached eight or nine o'clock, but most of the lively horse market has passed, and the shops on both sides have opened one after another.

Walking all the way along the street, both sides are filled with the unique shouts of hawkers, the aroma of wine comes to the nose, and the aroma of rice tantalizes the taste buds. At the end of the street, there are two branches, one to the left and the other to the right, although it is only such a fork, but the scene inside is very different.

Walking along the fork in the road to the right, the Buddha suddenly went from the downtown to the Qing Palace. The tall and low houses are lined up one after another, but most of the doors and windows are closed, and there is no smell of fireworks. In one house, although the window was closed, the dilapidated door panel was half-open, and through the half-hidden door panel, it seemed that there were still figures shaking inside. What's even more strange is that the dilapidated door panel still has the words "don't look back" written on it, I really don't know, this is the name of the shop or the owner's warning words left for himself.

"Brother, this day is getting high, why haven't you finished grinding yet?" A crisp voice came from the door, followed by a girl's coquettish reproach. Through the door panel, I saw a sturdy young man holding a big bowl and pulling breakfast into his mouth, and was swallowed more violently by the girl's urging, and a mouthful of rice sprayed all over the ground with a cough, and some of it splashed on the girl's body!

Girl? This voice is indeed a girl, and it belongs to the extremely pleasant one, but this appearance is ...... Oh, yes, it's supposed to be a girl, because that head does have a bun on top of it.

"Brother, how old are you? Why are you still so uncomfortable? The girl screamed as she dusted off the dirt on her body.

"Obviously you urged me...... I'm just ......" The boy coughed twice, his temples slightly red.

"What are you? Stand aside, didn't you see that you made it? The girl pushed the boy with her elbow and swept up the dirt from the ground with a broom.

"Daddy! You give a judge! You've seen it all the time just now, so can you blame me? The boy turned to the old man who was sitting at the table in the room, like a wronged child.

"O south wind! How old do you think you are? It's almost time to marry a daughter-in-law, why don't you know the truth of loving children? The elder said this, but his eyes did not deviate at all, and he kept looking through the window at the blue above his head.

"Do you hear that? I'm young! The girl winked playfully at the south wind.

"No, Daddy! Are you still unreasonable? Feng Yao is fifteen years old, still young? If you say it's time for me to marry a daughter-in-law, then she should get married! Nanfeng also grimaced at Feng Yao, and the expression on his face was extremely proud.

Speaking of getting married, the articulate Feng Yao's face turned red.

"What? Know shy? Nanfeng knew that he had grasped Feng Yao's weakness, and looked at Feng Yao triumphantly.

"What am I shy of? You are an older brother at home, and your brother doesn't even have a shadow of a daughter-in-law, how can my younger sister get married? So, Brother Nanfeng, you have to work hard! Feng Yao clenched his little fist and pouted towards the south wind, amusing his father on the side.

"Feng Yao, you said that your mouth is so unforgiving, who will dare to marry you as a wife in the future?" Nanfeng put down his rice bowl and tidied up his clothes.

"It's not bothering you, people who want to marry me are lined up!" Feng Yao's face was full of tsundere.

"Feng Yao is right, just because I am Xiao Zheng's daughter, then I definitely don't have to worry about getting married!" A kind smile appeared on the elder's face.

"Hey! I don't know where you got your faith!? Nanfeng shook his head with a sigh.

"Brother, what are you still muttering, hurry up, go out with me!" Feng Yao grabbed Nanfeng's arm and ran out, leaving Xiao Zheng's advice of "be careful, come back early" behind him.

Xiao Fengyao had heard about the excitement of Kaifeng for a long time, and she had been fascinated for many years, although her longing heart had been restless countless times, but she really didn't expect that one day she would really come to this paradise on earth!

Indeed, Xiao Zheng and the three of them are indeed newcomers, specifically calculated, it was only three days when they arrived in Kaifeng, don't look at it only three days, but they went from knowing nothing about this place to becoming a small trader here, which is the situation of these three days.

Yes, the "Mo Look Back" on the dilapidated lintel is the name of their shop, which looks confusing, and it is incomprehensible when you think about it, even if it is a writer alive, it is estimated that this "Mo Look Back" is selling something. However, when it comes to Xiao Zheng, who is the shopkeeper, he has indeed mastered the craft of several generations...... Incense making! That is, all kinds of rouge gouache used by women, and all kinds of spices used for incense, which are simply their own secrets, and the craftsmanship is a must.

In the small village where he has lived for several generations, Xiao Zheng's name has spread for hundreds of miles, what kind of official wife and concubine, rich lady, that really has to queue up!

Xiao Zheng is not a greedy person, there are so many gouache spices produced every year, first come, first served, sold out!

Xiao Nanfeng is Xiao Zheng's only son, it stands to reason that his father has such a craft, how can he learn one trick and two styles, but Xiao Nanfeng has no interest in this, not only that, but he also has a lot of complaints about his father's business. He thinks that a manly man, if you want to do it, you have to do something earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods, and he yearns for a hero to devote himself to martial arts, and has practiced a lot of kung fu, and he is doing well in the dart industry! He has become a well-known dart man in ten miles and eight villages!

As for Xiao Fengyao, it is definitely the tip of Xiao Zheng's heart, he is afraid of melting in his mouth, and he is afraid of falling when he holds it in his hand, plus he is protected by such a brave brother as Xiao Nanfeng, Xiao Fengyao can be said to have been rampant in the township for more than ten years, and he has never climbed in front of anyone.

If it weren't for Xiao Zheng's sudden decision to bring Xiao Nanfeng and Xiao Fengyao to Kaifeng, I really don't know how long Xiao Fengyao's rampant days would be.

There were more people in the market, and even their remote fork in the road had a little head, and Feng Yao lingered in such a lively market, drifting from stall to stall, from shop to shop. Pick up this thing and touch it, pick it up and look at it. Although I think I have a certain amount of knowledge, I really can't see it at all at the moment.

Seeing that the sun had climbed above her head in such a lingering, Xiao Fengyao's interest was undiminished, causing Xiao Nanfeng to chase after her, and she didn't dare to leave the left and right for half a step.

On one side of the market, a large crowd of people could be seen from a distance, and the crowd cheered from time to time, and it seemed that there must be a great bustle to be seen. Feng Yao quickened the pace of his feet, and the south wind also followed.

People have already surrounded several floors, Feng Yao jumped left and right from the back to the front row, and sure enough, it was the old and young who were juggling. An elder, a man, and a girl about four or five years old.

The old man is spreading his wings, and the girl is standing on the back of the old man. Although the child maintained his balance, he could see the tight little mouth, the red little face, and the slightly trembling calves, and the little feet that tightly clasped the old man's back, but Feng Yao suddenly felt distressed.

Looking at the Chinese characters, it was obvious that he had been performing for a while, and his upper body had taken off all his coats, revealing a smooth and dark back, and at this moment he was staring intently at a stack of green tiles, his forehead had burst into green tendons, and he was angry and dantian was trying his luck, and one palm had been bent into a bow. Such scenes are common, because Nanfeng is a person who practices martial arts, and this bit of kung fu is commonplace. I only heard a burst of applause, and it turned out that the man had turned a stack of green tiles into pieces!

Nanfeng also shouted, but Feng Yao was a little stunned, she felt a little painful in her heart, I don't know if it was for that child, or for that man, or for herself who was similar to them, brother, and father?

Feng Yao pursed his lips and groped out a few copper plates from his waist and put them in the crockpot on the ground, and then withdrew from the crowd, a faint cloud of sadness had climbed on his face.

Nanfeng was looking at it, and when he turned around, he couldn't see Feng Yao's shadow, and he hurriedly got out, and saw Feng Yao listlessly walking towards the road he came.

"What's wrong? Why go back? Do you think that man's performance is too ordinary, and he is better than your brother in the tea garden? Nanfeng grabbed Feng Yao and asked.

Feng Yao pursed her lips, looking at this brother who has always pampered her, her eyes suddenly moistened, her nose was sour, in order not to let Nanfeng find out that she hurriedly hugged Nanfeng, and whispered on his shoulder, "Brother, you are so good to me!" ”

This sentence made Nanfeng confused, but Feng Yao was rarely so gentle as water, and he also touched Feng Yao's head with a great heart, and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. For this sister, he has always had nothing but love.