With a plan, everything is ready to go.

Although it took some time, the two of them still successfully found the silver that Song Huai'an had not found before.

When the two of them opened the wooden box that had been buried for many days, they looked straight together.

"Sister Huai'an, is this all true?"

Xiao Qiao put the silver in his mouth and bit it one by one, his eyes were a little wandering.

Song Huaian looked around in a panic, took advantage of no one to fill in the hole dug, sprinkled withered leaves, and then pulled Xiao Qiao away with the box and hurried away.

To tell the truth, if this silver is more real, it can be regarded as stolen money. It's just that she's already paid the price.

The two of them were cautious along the way, and they were not relieved until they returned safely to the ruined temple.

After all, they are two poor ghosts, who suddenly became rich, and they will worry about whether someone will spy on their silver when they come back, and then they will worry about whether all this silver will be fake......

In short, it is anxiety, gains and losses.

Especially Song Huai'an, now that she has money, she is more panicked than when she was poor, she always felt that Song Huaixin would suddenly break in the next moment, and then beat her up first, and then snatch her silver.

"We ...... Just get out of here. Song Huai'an looked at Xiao Qiao, who was eating snacks, holding the box, and then instigated, "Look, we are rich now, the world is so big, we can go to other places to see, why stay in Luo'an?" ”

Xiao Qiao listened to Song Huai'an's words and nodded without thinking about it.

"The silver is yours, I have no opinion on how you want to spend it!"

Song Huai'an listened very much, even pinching Xiao Qiao's fleshy little face.

"Okay, then we'll ...... Go to ......"

Song Huaian racked her brains, obviously it was the world she wrote, but she knew very little, and finally she looked at Xiao Qiao.

"In this way, you write a few places you want to go, let's draw lots, and go wherever you go!"

When Xiao Qiao heard Song Huai'an say this, her eyes lit up and she quickly rubbed her hands, and when she was about to kick the door, she suddenly paused, only to see her slowly insert her two paws into her small waist, blinking and looking at Song Huai'an.

"I remember I told you that I can't read, so tell me if you deliberately embarrassed my little Joe?"

Oh, yes.

Song Huaian was also stunned, looked at Xiao Qiao and smiled, touched the back of his head.

"I forgot ......"

Fortunately, Master Xiao Qiao has a lot of them, and he decided to look at the silver and not be as knowledgeable as Song Huai'an.

In the end, the two of them held a box of pastries and squatted under the eaves to discuss.

Song Huai'an knew that although Song Huai was determined to return to Wujing with Kou Yanzhong in the future, she would definitely not leave Luo'an City for a while. In this case, Song Huai'an would like to run away, find a far away, completely get rid of the incidents in the book, and live his own life. However, considering that the ancient cars and horses are not as good as the modern high-speed rail planes, if the place is too far away, the tiredness of the cars and horses for days is one of them, and the main fear is that the road is too far and dangerous.

In the end, it was the well-informed Xiao Qiao who patted his thigh.

"Let's go to Ningzhou City, I heard that the girls and sons over there are thieves, and the food over there is also a must, and it's only six or seven days away from us, anyway, we don't have any salutes, just carry a package on the road!"

Hearing this place in Ningzhou, Song Huai'an's eyes lit up, she seemed to have heard Chu Yan talk about this place, probably Kou Jingyu and a certain good friend met there, and although that place is not rich, it is also the land of fish and rice that nourishes people in the water and soil.

"I think you're a good idea."

Now that he had made up his mind, Song Huaian began to prepare, but before leaving, Song Huaian took Xiao Qiao and took her well-cultivated potted plants to the city market.

She wanted to see if there was a market for this thing, and it would be better if it could be sold, and it would not be a loss if it could not be sold.

The two chose a place on the edge that was not in the way, and put things out, Song Huaian brought some clean water in advance and sprinkled it on the leaves and roots, she didn't have a flower pot, and the roots were all mud blocks tied with grass ropes, so they were placed directly on the ground.

It's just that they didn't choose a very good day today, and there weren't many people coming and going to the market, so Xiao Qiao squatted on his legs and sat on the ground, took out the snacks he brought out and ate them.

Song Huaian buttoned his nails, they had been squatting here for at least an hour, and they were not without curiosity, but they just looked at it twice and shook their heads and left.

"Business is so hard to do......"

Song Huai'an held her head, she is now beginning to admire Song Huaixin, no matter what, people are making a lot of money now, and they are already winners in life.

Let her be the envy of waste wood and salted fish.

"Why don't we squat on another street?"

Xiao Qiao finished eating the pastry, wiped her mouth, and touched the melancholy woman next to her with her elbow, after all, she knew how Song Huai'an usually took care of these flowers and plants, and no one cared about it at the moment, which was really frustrating.

"No, it's okay, wait a little longer, it's really not good, we'll go home."

Song Huai'an actually didn't have much expectations for selling flowers and plants, but she still had a little fantasy, and now the reality is so cruel that she is a little discouraged.

The street where Song Huai'an set up her stall is a market specializing in buying and selling calligraphy, painting and antiques, and she remembered that in modern times, antiques, calligraphy, paintings, flowers, grasses, insects, and fish were all in the same industry, and perhaps the difference in ancient times was unknown.

After squatting for a while, Song Huaian watched the stalls in the night market begin to erect, she sighed, spread out the package, and was about to pack up the goods, but suddenly there was an extra pair of boots in front of her.

Song Huai'an didn't lift her eyelids, it was a lot of stops like this all day, but she didn't even ask the price, she was already disheartened.

"Girl, is this a stall?"

Hearing someone ask, Song Huai'an's movements paused slightly, she raised her head to look at the person who asked, she looked as if she was in a hurry, and there was a beautiful black horse behind her, dressed very neatly and neatly, and she looked ......

Song Huai'an's eyes suddenly lit up.

The little brother in front of her is a bit like her first love......

It's the feeling of a sunny and cheerful big boy, and Song Huaian feels as if there is a deer in his chest who wants to pinch him.

"It's not a stall, little ...... No, does Childe have a fancy? ”

Song Huai'an put out all the flowers and grasses again, to be honest, she doesn't know much about what kind of varieties these are, but each one she selected is spiritual and good-looking, and they are the kind that will make modern little girls shout and scream so cute.

Yu Chiyang looked at the woman in front of him and touched his chin, pointing to one of the small seedlings with whitish leaf edges.

"How do you sell this velvet?"

Song Huaian blinked, this kind of state of customer knowledge than the boss seems to be quite embarrassing, but for the sake of the first love's face, Song Huaian plans to be realistic.

"How much is Childe going to give?"