Half a month later, Qicheng.

The streets are finally deserted, some shops are opening one after another, and there are more pedestrians on the road. It makes the streets look a lot more lively!

Yun Niang was still wandering around Qicheng with Yun Yang as usual today, familiarizing herself with the situation in Qicheng and inquiring about some news.

I want to see if I can find a way to make money.

Although they are not short of silver for the time being, the consumption in Qicheng has not decreased because of the opening of other stores, but because there are more people, all the prices have increased by two layers.

In particular, medicinal herbs and food are the most expensive, and the price of a pound of rice is about one or two silver, and one person can only buy one pound a day, and more can not be bought.

The problem of food Shopkeeper Zhu has already helped Yun Niang think about it, and every once in a while, Shopkeeper Zhu will send someone to send some food to the small courtyard.

Yun Niang didn't want to continue to trouble the shopkeeper Zhu, and after accepting the grain sent by the shopkeeper Zhu, she handed the silver to Xiao Er, who sent the grain, and took it back after calculating it at the market price.

Yun Niang was dressed in a blue coarse cloth men's clothes, walking on what should be the most lively civilian street, looking at the streets around her that were obviously much deserted compared to the bustling restaurant inn on the left, most of them were people wearing coarse cloth linen clothes with patches on them selling some pickles and some strange things, which should have been green vegetables and vegetables.

Looking at the people in front of the fragmentary stall, he picked up the pickles on the stall and smelled them, and immediately put them down in disgust.

"I said old man, don't you have any other vegetables to sell in your house? Can you eat this stuff when it's dirty? ”

"The Grand Steward is here? The old man can't help it, these pickles are the last thing that the old woman hid underground, otherwise there are no such things now! It's not that you don't know that this year the weather has been dry, where is there green vegetables to eat! If the chief manager doesn't dislike it, you can take these pickles back and taste them, and one pound is worth a hundred dollars. ”

"Just your dirty things, you still need a hundred dollars a pound, what kind of good thing do you think this is?"

The person who was called the chief manager by the old man was wearing a navy blue robe and a felt hat of the same color, looking at the old man in front of him with snobbish eyes, and the mustache on his mouth twisted with his hand as he spoke, followed by two young men in gray coarse linen clothes.

Seeing that the voice of the person who was called the chief manager fell, the people around avoided the three of them one after another, and stood in the distance and looked at the old man with some pity.

This old man's family lives in Fengchime Village, ten miles away from Qicheng, and the old man has been selling his own vegetables in Qicheng since he was young! Because the vegetables grown by the old man are much more watery than ordinary people, most of the rich and noble families in the county will go to the old man to buy fresh vegetables.

And this chief manager is actually the chief manager of the Yin backyard of Qicheng Mansion, and he is also responsible for the procurement of the house, so such a fat messenger is of course firmly grasped by him.

Seeing that after the drought, the things that were purchased in the house gradually decreased, which made his purse a lot flattened.

But there is no way, all the shops on the street are closed, and the radish and cabbage hidden in the ice cellar have been eaten in the house in the past few months, and the masters of the house have already begun to talk about it.

In the past, because of the drought, the masters could still endure the days of green vegetables and turnips, but now that the plague has been lifted, and even God has given face to the rain, then it means that they don't have to eat these things.

So today, Qin Tan, the head of the Yin Mansion, will appear here.

I thought that there would be good things to sell on the street, and when the time came, I would buy some and go back to the masters for a change of taste, who knew that there were only three or three people on the street selling vegetables on this North Street, except for the usual old man of vegetables, there were some strange things in front of other people.

Who could tell him what was in front of the man who sold something like tree roots? Can you eat that?

After looking around, Qin Tan had to walk to the old man's stall, but he knew that it was such a dirty thing, packed in a black mud jar, which made Qin Tan feel disappointed.

Thinking that if he didn't buy good things to go back today, Mrs. and Miss would definitely punish him for doing things badly, thinking that these were all because these people didn't come up with good things, so Qin Tan began to deliberately embarrass the old man.

"Manager Qin, this pickle was made by my family earlier, and it has been buried in the ground, although it doesn't look very good, but now it tastes the best, if you don't believe it, you can taste it."

"Really?"

Qin Tan looked at the old man and explained anxiously, and knew that the old man was selling vegetables that were well-known in Qicheng, so should he also believe him?

"Really, really! If Chief Manager Qin doesn't believe it, just try it. ”

"Okay, I'll taste what you have to eat, if it doesn't taste as good as you say, then don't blame me for not remembering the old love and upset your stall."

"Don't, don't, Manager Qin will give the old man a way out, don't lift my stall."

"Don't talk nonsense, stand aside!"

Qin Tan pushed the old man who was pleading beside him to the other side, and then carefully picked up the pickles in the mud jar, tore off a little bit and put it in his mouth, smacked his mouth, and took a while before slowly putting his hand down.

"It's just an ordinary pickle, it costs a hundred yuan a pound, you think that money is so easy to make? Ahem, I said, old man Cai, don't say that I Qin doesn't give you face, the things in this jar will only give you fifty wen a catty, and it's up to you whether you want to sell it or not. ”

"This, this.."

Qin Tan looked at the old man with an embarrassed and hesitant expression, and suddenly his face turned across, and he snorted coldly in his nose.

"Hmm~"

Hearing Qin Tan's dissatisfied voice, the old man's face changed, and he nodded resignedly! Who called the person behind this Qin Tan is the Fu Yin of Qicheng, and ordinary people like them can't afford to mess with it at all.

Yun Niang and Yun Yang stood on the street and watched the scene in front of them, but Yun Niang didn't make any moves, just watched with interest Qin Tan pretending to be B there, and guessed Qin Tan's identity by the way, why did the people on this street be so afraid of him.

looked at Qin Tan, who was coming over with a mud jar behind him, and passed by with Yun Niang.

A gust of wind brought up by someone around her made Yun Niang pull the robe that was blown up, and then said.

"Let's go!"

"Huh? Go back so early today? ”

"Well, let's go back first, and when we go to the government tomorrow to finalize the fields, then ask if there is anyone around here who wants to sell the fields."

Yun Yang heard Yun Niang's words from you, and his face was stunned for a moment! Didn't they just stay in Qicheng for a while and leave? Why does the second sister want to buy a field here?

Thinking about what happened just now, what plan does the second sister have in her heart?

After returning that day, Yun Niang entered the room and did not show up for two hours, but opened the door when Yinhua was about to call Yun Niang out for dinner.