The setting sun dyed half of the sky red, and the towers covered in the sunset were majestic and majestic.

"Into the city!"

The coachman was relieved to arrive before the city closed. The curtain opened, a breeze passed through, and I didn't want to close it anymore. Yan Chujiu turned his head and asked Yan Shiyi if the plaque on the tower of the city gate was engraved in the capital.

"The one engraved on it is Luoyang, illiterate!"

Haitang sneered and went to talk to Mo Yu again.

was robbed of white by begonias, and Yan Chujiu's face became the color of pig liver. Yan Shiyi reached out and patted him on the back, and said softly:

"Don't worry, you'll know the words quickly."

Yan Chujiu nodded vigorously, not daring to look back, for fear that the eldest sister would see his hot face. In the village, everyone is Baixi, and they have never felt that literacy is any great, and they have not delayed the spring planting and autumn harvest at all. But as soon as I arrived at the city gate, I felt the importance of knowing words.

On the long street, rows of shops are bustling with people. The man picked up a string of lanterns and hung them at the door of the restaurant. Yan Chujiu kept staring at the signboard of the store, wishing that he could read and write right away so that he could know what kind of business the store was doing.

Yan Shiyi leaned out of the carriage, casually pointed to a shop and said:

"That is the Linglong Embroidery Workshop, that is the auspicious silk village, and that is the Fulai Restaurant......"

Yan Rujiu responded and remembered them one by one. Then he said strangely:

"How could the eldest sister recognize it?"

Yan Shiyi paused for a moment and said with a smile:

"In the past, the eight women in the village didn't know much. It's a pity that the eighth woman is gone......"

Yan Shiyi looked at the door number of the mansion in front of him, turned his head and called Begonia, and humbly asked for the words on the door number. Begonia glanced twice, hesitating.

"Maybe it's the mansion of a new rich family! Haven't seen it before. ”

Mo Yu looked at the door number, frowned and said nothing.

The door number reads "Yu Fu" in gold paint.

The county lord's maid only knows the words of daily life, but laughs at others for not being illiterate. Yan Shiyi smiled secretly and didn't speak.

The county lord's mansion is in Wutong Lane, Changle Street. There are strings of red lights hanging at the entrance of the alley, and each red light is printed with two golden characters of the county lord.

A horse-drawn carriage parked at the entrance of the alley was dyed pale red by the lights.

Hearing the sound of wheels, the two men in the carriage poked their heads out and jumped out of the carriage to meet them.

"Ink Rain."

Hearing King Xiaoxian call him, Mo Yu jumped out of the car and bowed down.

"The little one is also going to send Miss Yan Shiyi away, so he will immediately rush to Fuchun Garden to wait for King Xiaoxian."

"I'm afraid that you will run away in vain, so I took a shortcut with King Qing and came back. Arrived here before you. ”

Xiao Xianwang pulled up Mo Yu and stood aside, but his eyes looked straight at Yan Shiyi.

If it weren't for King Qing saying that he had something to say to Yan Shiyi, he would never have stayed at the entrance of the county lord's mansion alone. If you want to take a concubine, you must go home and ask your mother to be the master. But looking at Yan Shiyi at this time, he felt that it was worth it.

King Qing was anxious to explain his small rattan box to Yan Shiyi, this matter could not be delayed any longer, he needed to use Yan Shiyi's medical skills to develop the space in the small rattan box, to revitalize the Qing Palace, to marry Yan Shiyi, he must first make money.

The great god he was about to ask for was right in front of him, and Yan Shiyi was also anxious to let his younger brother meet Xiao Qian. Xiao Qian was about to open his mouth while carrying the small rattan box, and Yan Shiyi had already called his younger brother to salute him.

"My brother will ask you in the future, he is illiterate. If your master in Qingcheng can teach him the best medical skills, or let him learn the knowledge to be used in the pharmacy, our family may have to rely on the pharmacy for a living in the future. ”

This is the best way that Yan Shiyi can think of to let his family move to the capital and take root.

"On the ninth day of the first month, thank King Qing quickly."

The eldest sister's tone was so eager, how could Yan Chujiu not understand, she had already bowed down and saluted just now, and then knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times in a row.