Mingyue walked forward along the street, there is an inn that looks good in terms of environment and scale near the kidnapping alley, called Yunxiang Inn, Mingyue stopped for a moment, but did not walk directly into the inn, but first turned into an embroidery village not far away, the proprietress found an outdated coarse cloth dress at the bottom of the box, Mingyue directly pulled her hair into a man's bun, and when she came out again, she had changed from a gloomy village girl to a gloomy teenager.

Mingyue looked at herself in the bronze mirror, especially not very satisfied, and finally bought some black embroidery thread from the female shopkeeper, and when she left, she took the scissors and paste of the female shopkeeper, and in the inaccessible alley, she cut and cut it indiscriminately, and pasted it on the palm of her chin, making it look like a sloppy beard of a big man in the rivers and lakes, and then entered the Yunxiang Inn through the darkness.

One day, after eating a chicken leg, Mingyue entered the inn, and the first thing she did was to point to the steamed buns and fried cabbage slices eaten by a guest in the lobby, and then pointed to the guest room upstairs.

Xiao Er understood, and directly led Mingyue to the upstairs guest room, and after a while, Xiao Er brought up a plate of white-flour steamed buns and a plate of hearty fried cabbage slices.

The cabbage slices were fried in green soup and little water, Mingyue, who was accustomed to eating salt, shook her head dissatisfiedly, and took out the pickles one by one in front of the little second brother.

When Xiao Er came to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, Mingyue's side dishes were not collected, Xiao Er, who has always looked at people's faces, was a smart one, and he didn't say anything, but when he wiped the table, he directly took away a bellflower and a piece of cabbage.

Looking at Xiao Er's anxious back as he left, the corners of Mingyue's mouth rose.

Mingyue counted in the room, and when she counted to the thirtieth number, the innkeeper knocked on the door, Mingyue's eyes were shining, pretending to be lazy and yawning, opening the door and asking, "Boss, what's the matter?" ”

The shopkeeper was shocked, good guy, where is this from? How about this accent? Also, under the dim oil lamp with his back to him, how can this guy's beard look so awkward, it seems to be messy and more than three times thicker than a normal person's.

The shopkeeper held back his awkward mood, tried to ignore the other party's appearance, went straight to the point, and made the action of eating with both hands, Mingyue seemed to suddenly take out the basket containing the pickles, and opened the bowl of pickles suspiciously.

The shopkeeper nodded frantically, making Mingyue worry that his neck would be broken.

The shopkeeper said excitedly: "Guest officer, where did you buy this kind of food, can you tell me?" ”

Mingyue shook her hand again and again: "Boss, Mo Xi (isn't it)!" ”

The shopkeeper thought that Mingyue was reluctant to tell, so he lured him and said: "Guest officer, if you tell me where you can buy these small dishes, what if you live and eat today and tomorrow are my Lao Cao's?" ”

The corners of Mingyue's mouth suddenly rose, she looked greedy, her eyes were shining, and she stiffly learned to say in Daqi: "Mo--rare---, this is brought by my family, I want to turn over the house (go home), if you want to give mud." ”

The shopkeeper Lao Cao suddenly looked happy, this guy must be from another country, he can't get used to eating the clear soup and little water of Qi country, he brought his own pickles, this guy is going home, it is estimated that there is a lot left, so he has to sell it.

Lao Cao was happy at first, and then thought that he couldn't be happy too early, so he returned to his humble and rigorous appearance, nodded and said, "I don't know what the customer is called, where is the family from?" How many are left at home? How much silver do you want to sell? ”

While stringing several questions, Mingyue pointed to the bowl in the basket with a smile, and compared a five with her fingers, Lao Cao thought that although there were fifty bowls, it was enough to make his sign, and nodded and said: "Okay, fifty bowls are also in the middle, I don't know how much a bowl is?" ”

Mingyue shook her head and said, "Mo Xi, more than five hundred bowls." I came from Yue, named Marilyn Monroe, and returned to the house (home) the day after tomorrow. ”

Lao Cao was really taken aback, is this what he is preparing to eat by himself? It's clearly a business! Maybe you can get the * Qi people from some Guangdong country, but as long as there is this delicious and salty thing, it will be, whatever.

The two finally negotiated the price, a bowl of fifty wen was sold, and the delivery was made early the next morning, Mingyue's only requirement was that it could only be sold after delivery, explaining that it was afraid that others would know the news and buy the goods halfway.

Lao Cao naturally readily agreed.

Before dawn the next day, Mingyue hired an ox cart, went home non-stop, took two-thirds of the pickles and put them in pots, and sent them to the county without delay, and poured the ox cart several times, and then returned to Yunxiang Inn with confidence. At this time, Mingyue was afraid that the shopkeeper Cao would find out the "true face" of using thread to make a beard, so he covered his chin with a paper fan to fan the wind, and said that he liked the scholar of the Great Qi Kingdom.

Lao Cao just laughed, but he just felt that this Mary was very good at showing something, and advocating Daqi culture had reached the level of blindness, and as a result, the tiger was not an anti-dog, and he learned it randomly.

Where can Lao Cao care about the problem of playing a fan in the cold winter of Mingyue, shouting at a few little second brothers to use it together, and after a while, he measured out five hundred and twenty bowls, and Mingyue got twenty-six taels of silver, which is enough for an ordinary farmer to live for a year.

After the business was completed, Mingyue pretended to be reluctant to say goodbye to the shopkeeper Cao, and walked towards the city gate, walked to the city gate, looked at the majestic city gate tower, and was quite sentimental for a while, then hurried out of the city, hid in the grass in the wild, sighed and changed back to women's clothes, wiped his face clean, and swaggered back to the city, at this time, it was past noon.

Passing by the city gate, he saw that Xiao Er of Yunxiang Inn was still craned his neck to look in the direction where "Marilyn Monroe" left, and Mingyue passed by him, and he didn't even glance at it.

Mingyue touched the twenty-six taels of silver in her arms, and suddenly felt sad for herself, if this can be sold generously, wouldn't it be enough for her to live a few years without worrying about food and clothing and a well-off life?

Mingyue arrived at the rice shop with a worried face, and wanted to weigh ten catties of white rice, because Mingyang loves to eat white rice porridge; I bought some cotton and soft silk again, and decided to renovate the quilt at home to survive this cold winter.

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Wei Lai and Wei Yan did not return for a long time, looking for a new source of minerals was at a loss, the matter of catching blood fish in Taihu Lake was not going well, and they encountered the incident of peasant girl molesting, Wei Zhixing's mood can be imagined, he didn't eat last night and the next morning, he just locked up in the room and painted a black and white painting that couldn't see what it was.

Huanxi saw it in her eyes, she was very worried in her heart, she was very afraid of Wei Zhi's anger, she knew this anger deeply, in the county office, the knife was less than an inch from her skull, which scared her soul.

Even so, if she is asked to choose between Wei Gongzi and Mingyue, she would prefer to choose Lord Wei, who is obviously an official nobleman, because only a wealthy family can she have a chance to turn over, and only by turning over can she fiercely ridicule her father and mother who sold her as a child daughter-in-law.

Huan Tsundere called the little second brother happily, and said unhappily: "Your family's meal is too difficult to swallow, my son-in-law has not eaten a few meals, if you don't eat again, I will definitely inform Lord Cheng, you must know that my son-in-law and Lord Cheng are close friends, and Li Zhukuai is to listen to the scold." ”

Xiao Er's face was flattering, and he said yes again and again, but in his heart he was very disdainful, saying that the inn meal was unpalatable? You are a picture of the reincarnation of a starving ghost.

Xiao Er was unhappy in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, and said yes again and again.

After a while, a tea tray was brought up to eat, white rice porridge, and two small plates of red and fresh side dishes.

Huanxi took the tea tray and personally brought it to Wei Zhixing's room.

At this time, Wei Zhixing was half-leaning on the bed and sleeping, the noon sun was in full swing, and a ray of sunshine was reflected on his side face, reflecting thousands of rays of light, illuminating the whole person was radiant and warm, so that people who watched couldn't help but sigh that the years were quiet and good, and they were in good time, and they only wanted to stay at this moment forever and be treated gently by time.

Huanxi's face turned red, and he hurriedly looked away, lowered his head and loaded the good gold silk carbon into the carbon basin, the carbon fire burned more and more, and the red flames roasted Huanxi's heart was hot, and Huanxi's face was more delicate and beautiful.

Huanxi couldn't help but peep again, and his reluctant gaze moved from the man's hair to his eyebrows, then to his beard, and finally to his fleshy pink lips.

The lips are plump and full, slightly open a slit, gently breathe in, faintly appear white teeth, pure and beautiful, the fly in the ointment is that the corners of the man's mouth are red and swollen, the eyes of joy can't help but darken, the mood sinks rapidly, and he blames the demon girl Mingyue who desecrated the lips, how can she kiss her master in public without shame, and simply lose the face of the women of the entire Great Qi Country, she should kneel in the ancestral hall and dip the pig cage.

At this time, Huanxi was not happy at all, and completely forgot that if there was no Yin Mingyue, her master could not be her master, and she was very likely to be sold to a man to raise, warm her legs, and speak softly. And the man, perhaps, was a sixty widower, a lame bachelor, or even a pockmarked leper.

The sleeping man seemed to have dreamed of something bad, and he was so frightened that he slammed his head on the bed and made a "bang" sound.

Huanxi was startled, and hurriedly ran forward, stretched out his soft hand to support the man's neck, and the man instinctively stretched out his hand and pushed Huanxi to the ground at once, his face was pale with pain.

Wei Zhixing was much more sober, and when he saw that he had fallen on the ground, he said happily: "Don't get close in the future without the official's order, if it weren't for the fact that I was injured and tired in the past few days, you would have died." ”

Huanxi stood up with a pale face, respectfully followed the example of a big family's maid, and pointed to the food on the table: "The slave and maid know." Childe, this is the innkeeper's new food specially made for Childe, you can eat some of it. ”

The nightmare just now was too weird, so that Wei Zhixing was jealous, and even his palms were soaked in sweat, he actually dreamed of a monster with a donkey body and a human head, rushing towards him with his teeth and hooves, opening his bloody mouth to kiss his mouth, and the face on the donkey turned out to be the peasant girl named Yin Mingyue!!

Seeing that he was about to kiss, he couldn't ask for help, struggled desperately, and as soon as his head sank, "bang" knocked on the bedpost, which was able to solve the dilemma, otherwise, the consequences were really unimaginable.

Wei Zhixing looked at the bleak bowl of porridge and four bowls of unknown red side dishes on the table, and couldn't help but feel even more interested, shook his head and said, "Rejoice, this official is not hungry." ”

Seeing Huanxi's worried look, his leg was a little lame due to his own push, Wei Zhixing's sense of guilt suddenly rose, and he added: "Put things down, if you are hungry, the official will naturally eat." ”

Huanxi gave a salute again, and when he gestured, he only felt that his bones hurt, and while exiting the door, he guessed which enemy the son had dreamed of in his dream, and he used too much strength.