Sixteen days later, outside the city of Juntianfu in Yizhou, there was a man in a green robe with free and easy hair who was moving forward, and it was someone who had wandered all the way.

When Ji Yuan left Ning'an County, he brought a total of some underwear and two sets of coats, and the gray one had a hole under his armpit two days ago, so he had been wearing a cyan suit during this time.

These two clothes actually made Ji Yuan wear some feelings, just like a sweatshirt of Ji Yuan in his previous life, very old and old, and he has been wearing it for many years, not to mention that it is not a valuable item, but it is comfortable to wear, and the family loves to wear it, and he never thought of throwing it.

In the same way, Ji Yuan didn't plan to throw away the gray set of clothes at all, and Ji someone was still thinking about buying a sewing kit or something to see if he could mend it himself, and sew the hole under his armpit.

At this moment, Ji Yuan is still carrying the gray burden, or the oil-paper umbrella, and the green vine sword is on his back, walking leisurely, the wooden box has long been in the previous county as three hundred yuan, this old valuable golden silk nanmu in this life is also a good material for making a bookcase in this life, and the quantity is too small to sell at a high price.

The Juntianfu in front of him is getting closer and closer, and the flow of people on the official road is naturally increasing, in addition to the carriage and ox cart, there are also many passers-by like Ji Yuan who walk alone.

As one of the twelve prefectures of Yizhou, Juntianfu actually has no outstanding characteristics, it can be said that it is decent, compared to the famous Chunhui Mansion in Jizhou, there is a lot of difference, even if there was once a leftist fanatic who was the first in the world, it was just a big name in the rivers and lakes, and many years have passed.

Compared to Ji Yuan's previous life, this is a world that is more likely to be forgotten, and the transmission and storage restrictions of news are enough to silence a famous place decades ago.

With the decline of the Zuo family, most of the younger generations on the rivers and lakes today don't even know that there was once such a top master who was so arrogant that he called himself a sword immortal, and even fewer people could dig up the "grave stickers" to dig up the past, and perhaps only a few storytellers still remember some classic old stories.

As the city approached, the noise in the city washed Ji Yuan's eardrums again and again, and these days I don't know if it's because of the relationship between the Samadhi True Fire, or because the mana is a little stronger after the True Fire is refined, Ji Yuan always thinks that his eyesight has improved a little bit, and he is trying to see if there is any improvement with his vision, but unfortunately it is still blurry.

"Cooking cakes, selling cooking cakes~~~ Cooking cakes that have just been baked~~~ A penny~~"

When he entered the city, someone walked past the city gate with a burden, and the shouting caused him to look towards the vendor, and he vaguely saw that the other party was not short.

It's just that I happened to see that although his aura is not demonic, it is also a little special, so I thought about it and hurriedly took a few steps forward to keep up.

"This old man, bring me two cookcakes!"

"Okay!"

When he heard that there was business, he hurriedly put down his burden and waited for Ji Yuan to come up, and then lifted the cover on the special cake box, and a hot air came out, which made it feel like he was taking steamed buns from a steamer.

"Here, this big gentleman, I see that you are also from outside the city, our cooking cakes and steamed cakes are exquisite, and they are delicious. ”

Ji Yuan smelled the fragrance of the cake, nodded and took it, paid the money, took a bite and tasted it, and praised the seller for "good taste".

The latter smiled and picked up the burden and continued on his way, shouting and selling as he went.

However, Ji Yuan followed with a bite to eat, and followed him while eating, which also caused the seller who was carrying the burden to wonder.

"I said, Mr. Big, why do you keep following me?"

"Ao, when I first came to Juntianfu, I felt that I didn't have anywhere to go, so I walked with you, how many miles does Brother Tai have to carry the burden a day?"

Mr. Big's reaction made the cake seller feel interesting, and I had never met such a customer.

"I carry the burden to sell cakes once at noon and in the evening, and when the business is good, it will be sold out in half a street. ”

"Yo, that old brother is very strong!"

"Hey, hey, begging for a living!Selling cooking cakes~~~~It's just baked~~~"

The hawker and Ji Yuan would suddenly shout like this after chatting for a while, and after a while, Ji Yuan had already eaten two cooking cakes, and he felt out two pennies to buy.

"Brother, two more!"

"Ah, Mr. Big, don't you like to eat hot food, right?"

"Hahaha, that's what it means!"

......

Ji Yuan chatted with the hawker, not only asking about the Zuo family, but also knocking on the side to inquire about the hawker's own situation.

Two quarters of an hour later, the peddler was a little panicked, and the big gentleman was still following him, and had already eaten at least a dozen pancakes.

This amount of food can't be said to be exaggerated, but it's just that I buy two after a while, and I buy two after a while, and it's a little crazy to talk to him while walking and walking like no one else.

"Mr. Big... These are my last two pies, do you think I'll give them to you?"

In front of a shop selling copywriting on a street corner, the hawker opened his mouth with a cautious smile on his face, afraid that Ji Yuan would follow after eating the cake.

As if waiting for this sentence, Ji Yuan suddenly smiled.

"Haha... That's all right, but isn't this taking advantage of you, brother? Otherwise, I'll write you a few words, right?"

"Huh?"

"But if you want to keep me bread, you must be trustworthy and wait for me here!"

"Uh... Good!"

The vendor was still stunned, Ji Yuan didn't take the cake and went directly into the store next to him, the shopkeeper was flipping through the book and reading the article, and saw Ji Yuan come in and hurriedly greeted him warmly.

"The guest officer wants to see something, we have a good inkstone and wolf hair, the famous incense ink and paperweight......"

"Uh, shop, how much is a piece of rice paper?"

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment.

"The guest officer just bought a piece of paper?"

"Well, how much does a piece of rice paper cost?"

The shopkeeper lost his interest and walked back to the counter.

"Ordinary one-foot flowers and trees are more expensive, and the large-format ones are more expensive, and the rice paper made of green sandalwood bark is a lot more expensive, and it costs ......."

"It's okay to have a store, but you want the most ordinary ......"

A piece of paper is worth two cakes, it is really a coincidence, Ji Yuan took out three cents and put it on the counter.

"Shopkeeper, how about borrowing a brush from the store to write a few words?"

The shopkeeper glanced at Ji Yuan, then looked up and down, took a piece of rice paper and put it on the counter, and only took two cents, and then pointed to the brush on the pen holder at hand and the inkstone on the side:

"I'm also a scholar, please take care of yourself!"

Ji Yuan smiled, took the rest of the pen, took the brush and sniffed the ink and dipped it in the inkstone, and then stood by the counter and waved it on a foot of rice paper.

The wolf twisted the book in a column, and the four big characters of "evil is invincible" were completed in one go.

"Thank you!"

Ji Yuan returned the pen and walked out of the store while blowing the paper, and the owner of the store opened his mouth slightly, and hurriedly chased out of it after a breath of time.

When Ji Yuan came out of the store, sure enough, the vendor had already run away with his burden, and Ji Yuan just stood and looked into the distance at the corner of the street, and had no intention of chasing him.

"Heh... I'm so idle..."

As he muttered, the shopkeeper had already run out of the store with the hem of his robe.

"Guest officer! Guest officer stay~~!"

"Guest officer, I have a good Qingtan Xuanna in my store, I can give you some, I don't know if the guest officer can leave a little ink treasure!"

Ji Yuan turned his head to look at the store with an expectant face, and casually handed over the paper in his hand that had not yet dried.

"This one is for you, how about returning me two pennies?"

"It's... How to make it!"

The store was pleasantly surprised to take the paper very carefully, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and even felt the artistic conception of the words like an illusion.

"Two pennies!"

"Oaoao, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute!"

The shopkeeper hurriedly went back to the counter to get the money, but instead of taking two pennies, he directly grabbed a small handful of broken silver and rushed out of the store door to Ji Yuan with both hands.

Ji Yuan smiled, and took the money easily, and he didn't shirk anything if he insisted on two pennies, but he didn't think about it so much.

"Okay, it's worth it!"

After speaking, he left without looking back, and he didn't even know what the name of this store was, and the store opened his mouth and still couldn't be cheeky enough to ask Ji Yuan to write something or leave a payment.

Then I smiled and went back to the store to taste the four big characters on the one-foot xuan, the more I looked at it, the more flavorful it was, and I had the urge to copy it.

"This word has to be framed, it must be framed!"