According to the direction pointed by Ma, Yang Ling ran for about half an hour, and then saw a city wall ten zhang high, and there were more people around, many of which he had never seen.

As old as his grandfather, as young as he was when he was a child, and as young as him now, there are even many similar to the horse just now.

With the flow of people into the city, he is like Grandma Liu visiting the manor, he has never seen the world to travel around, this is an experience he has never had, there are many people around, so lively!

When he saw a fruit vendor, the fruity aroma of fresh fruit immediately attracted him, and he couldn't help but want to reach for it when he looked at many fruits he had never seen before.

Syllable!

A long ruler-shaped thing with a small square fan tied to it hit his hand, not to mention that it hurt, it was a little numb, but it was so frightened that he retracted his hand.

"Bah, where did the hairy boy come from, trying to steal my oranges?" I saw a thin man in a cloth coat and a hat on his head pointing at him with the thing in his hand and said.

Then a fly passed by out of nowhere, only to hear a snap, and was slapped to death by the long pole and small square fan in his hand.

"Oh, it turns out that this thing is a fly swatter!"

Yang Ling didn't seem to understand, but the other party was a little impatient and hurried: "If you have money, buy it, if you don't have money, leave, don't stand in my way to do business, go to the side." ”

Money?

He still knows this, don't look at him who has been staying in the mountains since he was a child, in fact, he can read and write, these are all taught by the master.

It's just that the master left too quickly, and before he could teach him how to live, he drove to the west.

He knew that money was used to buy things, but he didn't know what it looked like.

There was any silver, and gold could be used to buy things, but he had never seen it.

As soon as he thought of this, he had no choice but to sigh and walk away dejectedly.

He looked back with some reluctance and thought: Is this an orange? It smells so fragrant, and if you encounter it in the wild in the future, you must pick some and taste it.

However, the orange seller looked at Yang Ling, who was reluctant to give up, and saw that he was dressed lightly, with a bag behind him, and he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, looking very pitiful, I don't know whether he thought that he hadn't done anything good this year, or he suddenly had a kind heart, and picked a finger-sized orange from many oranges and threw it to him.

"Hey, poor boy."

Yang Ling's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly reached out to take it, and the small orange, which was a little bigger than a grape, he didn't peel it, but put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Hey, this kid, how do you eat it with the skin, isn't it a fool?"

The seller of oranges was also amused by him, how could anyone eat oranges like this.

Sure enough, after chewing a few bites, Yang Ling's mouth was full of juice, but the slight bitterness on his tongue made him feel that this orange just smelled fragrant, and it didn't taste so good.

"Boss, this thing is not delicious, you sell it, no one buys it."

As soon as he heard this, the orange seller immediately became anxious.

"Hey, I said you are a fool, you don't know how to eat, don't talk nonsense in me, if you don't know for a while, you should say that my oranges are not ripe, let's go, don't delay my business."

The boss scolded and kicked Yang Ling out of more than ten meters before returning to his stall.

And Yang Ling glanced at him aggrievedly, he was obviously telling the truth!

Feeling a little bitter taste in his mouth, he hurriedly spat on the ground.

And the boss, who was still paying attention to him from a distance, saw him spitting at him, and immediately became angry, and sent him kindness, and also sent it to a white-eyed wolf.

He was so angry that he picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at him with precision.

Sensing a strong wind coming, Yang Ling subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, only to see a stone caught in the palm of his hand, and looked at the direction where the stone flew from suspiciously, as if it was the boss who had just sold oranges.

And at this moment, the boss saw that the other party had his head behind his back, and he could grab the stone he thrown, thinking that he was afraid that he had provoked the master, so he immediately pretended to be indifferent, whistling and fanning the wind.

Yang Ling swept around and found that there were no suspicious people, so he threw the stone on the side of the road and didn't pay attention to it.

As he was walking, he was fascinated by the novelties along the way, but at a distance of more than ten meters, he stayed for more than a quarter of an hour before leaving.

At this moment, a faint smell of meat wafted in, Yang Ling's nose sniffed, and couldn't help but light up: "This is the smell of buns?" ”

Don't think he's a bun, we're also people who have eaten buns.

Rushed to a steamed bun shop, smelling the familiar fragrance, only the legendary steamed buns that can only be eaten every year during the Chinese New Year, there are actually several cages here, Yang Lingguang looked at it, and he was already happy to faint.

"Boss, do you want money to buy this bun?"

The owner of the bun shop was a greasy middle-aged uncle, he glanced at Yang Ling, was silent for a moment, and asked rhetorically, "What do you say?" ”

"Hmm...... But I don't have any money on me, and I haven't eaten buns for more than a year. ”

"Boy, this is not a good thing! If you don't have money to eat any steamed buns, what are you asking for food on? ”

The owner of the bun shop looked serious.

From time to time, Yang Ling's mind came up with what Master had said before.

"Disciple, when you go out in the future, you must not ask for food, even if you ask for food, you can't say that you are my disciple, you know?"

Yang Ling vaguely remembered that he was cutting gold and iron at that time, and assured his master: "Got it! ”

So he can't ask for food.

"No, no, no, I'm not asking for food, I just want to eat buns." Yang Ling hurriedly explained.

The owner of the steamed bun shop couldn't help but glance at him and said, "If you want to eat steamed buns, okay, take something in exchange." ”

Yang Ling was slightly stunned, then nodded and said, "Okay, boss, you see what you want on me, just take it, and you can change it for buns." ”

Hearing this, the owner of the bun shop couldn't help but look him up and down, and saw that there seemed to be something in the collar of his chest, which was swollen, and immediately asked, "You, what is in the clothes?" ”

Yang Ling took out the coil that Ma gave him from his arms, handed it to Fu and said: "It's coiled, someone else gave it to me, can this be exchanged for buns?" ”

"Entangled? Let me see. He opened the purse and saw a white light that nearly blinded his dog's eye.

This is...... This is silver!!

Enough, there are thirty taels!

Made, get rich, this kid looks stupid, since he wants to eat buns, I'll let him eat enough, this money is put on him, I don't think he can hold it, the water in the rivers and lakes is too deep, it's better to bear this responsibility by yourself!

Thinking of this, the owner of the steamed bun shop coughed dryly twice, then looked at him and said: "Your bag of things can barely be exchanged for my steamed buns, so let's do it, I'm in a good mood today, I see that you haven't eaten steamed buns for more than a year, so I'll give you all these buns to eat!" ”

"Really! Thank you, thank you, you are such a nice person. ”

Yang Ling was surprised and hurriedly thanked the other party.

I saw that the owner of the steamed bun shop quickly took out the oil paper, packed all the steamed buns, there were more than 30 in total, and then handed them to the other party, and then closed the door and left with lightning speed.

The speed was so fast that Yang Ling, who was still frantically gnawing on buns, didn't react.

"Buns...... Hmm...... It's delicious! ”

Yang Ling ate three in a row, and then he was a little reluctant to pack up the rest, and when he wanted to thank the other party again, he saw that the bun shop had already been empty, and he was left alone.

"Forget it, thank each other when you have a chance in the future! This boss is really nice! ”

Yang Lingmei took out three more buns and nibbled on them as she walked.

All the way to a place called Charity Hall, suddenly heard that someone was giving porridge, Yang Ling was overjoyed, thinking that it should be free of money, so he squeezed in with the crowd.

There are people all around, most of them are beggars, don't look at their usual sickness, but when it comes to soup kitchen, they run faster than anyone else.

Yang Ling looked at the crowded crowd, his feet unconsciously moved left and right, his body was high and low, left and right, and in a blink of an eye, he was already squeezed out of the crowd, not to mention being squeezed, and there was not even a trace of ash on his body.

"Huh?"

At this moment, a pair of eyes on the roof of the charity hall suddenly noticed Yang Ling shuttling among the crowd, and couldn't help but feel a little interested.

"Go, go down with me."

"Young master, there are some beggars and poor people below, and they are smoky, with your identity, why bother to preside over it."

A young man who looked like a scholar walked up and spoke out.

The man with a handsome face, dressed in brocade clothes and jade belt, ignored it and walked down the stairs by himself.

Seeing this, the scholar had no choice but to follow.

As the man descended the stairs, the person in the front row had already obtained a bowl of porridge and water, and the person he had noticed earlier was no longer in the crowd at the moment.

He looked around and spotted the other party on the street corner.

Yang Ling smelled the aroma of soaked rice, although there were only a few grains of rice, but it was better than nothing, just as he was holding the bowl and preparing to drink, suddenly a dark energy struck, he frowned and took it with his hand, and it was a stone in his hand.

What's going on today?

Is there a stone in the sky, why do you always want to beat him?

Shout!

At this moment, he felt a light wind blowing on the back of his hand, and he hurriedly subconsciously raised his arm, only to see one arm slashing, and it was actually to snatch his porridge.

Without thinking about it, before he could see the person clearly, he kicked out sideways, kicking the person backwards again and again.

Click! Click!

The strong force made every time the opponent took a step back, a green brick was crushed under his feet.

Yang Lingcai ignored him, hurriedly picked up the bowl, drank the porridge water inside, and when it was over, he didn't forget to lick a few rice grains on the side of the bowl.

And the man finally relieved himself, but when he saw that the other party had finished drinking the porridge, he knew that he had been defeated, but he was still unconvinced, and rushed forward with an arrow step, and struck out with his right palm.

"Ugh!"

When he was licking the remaining rice grains, Yang Ling suddenly felt that someone was patting him on the back, and the whole person staggered a few steps, stumbling on his left foot and his right foot, and fell down like that.

This......