Chapter Thirty-Seven: Mozhen

The road is at your feet, as long as you move forward, the front will always appear in front of you. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although there is a farther ahead of you, endlessly, the place you were once curious about is indeed in front of you, even if you are pursuing further ahead at the moment.

After turning over the Woniu Ridge, what appeared in front of Mo Qing was a completely unseen scene.

The continuous mountains seemed to come to an end here, and were cut off by the lying Cow Ridge, forming two completely different worlds.

On one side is the majestic mountains, countless strange peaks and strange rocks, and on the other side is the open plain, the endless field is dotted with some large and small villages.

On the flat dirt road, which is much wider than the mountain, there are many passers-by who come and go, carrying some goods on their shoulders, and it seems that they are also going to the town to catch up with the New Year's fair.

Some of them even rode tall animals, looking majestic.

After asking Uncle Moyun, I found out that this was not the incomparable horse described in the book, a horse that traveled thousands of miles a day and eight hundred at night, but a donkey.

Although it deviated from his imagination, this did not weaken Mo Qing's admiration for it in the slightest.

Mo Qing is really happy like a child at this time, although he has lived for more than ten years in his previous life, he has lived in the mountains with the old man since he was a child, and he has never seen these scenes that can only be seen in books.

Not to mention the fact that there were so many people on the road, it was enough to amaze him that the flat plain without the slightest slope was enough.

He never imagined that there would be such a flat place other than the mountains.

Because of the novelty, Mo Qing is now walking with a jump, so that Uncle Mo Yun, who followed him, drove out a sweat, and kept shouting to let him slow down.

Because of the existence of Mo Qing, it didn't take much time for them to arrive at this journey from Woniu Ridge to Mo Town.

After arriving, Uncle Mo Yun couldn't stop telling Mo Qing, asking him to follow him closely, but he couldn't run around like he did just now.

After saying that, I still didn't feel at ease when I thought about it, so I finally freed my left hand and held Mo Qing's little hand tightly, and then I squeezed towards the crowd with confidence.

Mo Zhen is very big, at least in Mo Qing's eyes.

There is only one town within a radius of dozens of miles, and it makes sense to be bigger.

There are a lot of people, and Mo Qing is very surprised, and the people he has seen in his two lives combined are not as many as this one.

The whole street was crowded, head to head, leg to leg, shoulder to shoulder.

From time to time, one or two young girls, blushing and scolding lightly, apparently encountered groping in the confusion.

The cries of all kinds of selling, the shouting of acquaintances when they meet, the sound of bargaining like quarrels, the noise of chickens and ducks waiting for buyers on the side of the street...... These things drill straight into people's brains like magic sounds.

The lively scene stunned Mo Qing, who saw these scenes for the first time, and then followed Uncle Mo Yun to excitedly integrate into the crowded flow of people and become one of them.

After squeezing in the crowd for a long time, with his flexible skills, Mo Qing finally came to a sparsely populated place after paying the price of being trampled on twice.

With a sigh of relief, the crowd was so terrifying, and the excitement when I first came disappeared a lot.

After coming out, Uncle Mo Yun wiped the sweat from his head and led Mo Qing to hurriedly walk away.

However, he was not in a hurry to buy and sell things, but came to a secluded place in two turns.

The cracked signboard looks like an old thing, and the big characters written on it with varnish are very mottled due to the erosion and peeling off a lot due to the wind and rain, but you can still barely recognize the big characters of 'Yuelai Inn'

Seeing Uncle Mo Yun skillfully talking to the guys who ran the hall, negotiating the price, paying, and receiving the license, I knew that he had come here a lot.

In the words of Uncle Moyun, now entering the city and finding a good place to settle down is the first priority.

Arrived at the end of the year, the distance is far away, there are many people who can't go home that day, and if you go to the inn late, you can only stay on the street.

Now it can't be compared to summer, you can find any place to make do with the night in summer, and now in this weather, it's strange to spend a night outside without being half frozen to death.

After Uncle Mo Yun finished talking about the reason, he laughed at Mo Qing twice, and after hearing Mo Qing praise his foresight, he laughed even more happily.

It is said to be an inn, but the place to live is simple and tight.

The so-called beds are all made of wooden planks. A thin layer of mattresses was laid on it, and more than a dozen pairs of folded quilts were placed side by side against the wall, which was all furnished.

Don't look at the simple things, the price is not low, although I don't know how much the twenty dollars are worth, but seeing that Uncle Mo Yun talked about the price there for a long time, he took out the money to pay the bill with a little pain, and Mo Qing knew that it was not cheap.

The two of them rented a bunk.

When Mo Qing took out twenty copper plates from his baggage and asked Uncle Mo Yun to order one for him, Uncle Mo Yun sternly refused.

Not to mention the small package that took the money and put it back to Moqing, he also educated Moqing, what is not easy to make money, I don't know that firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive, and I keep chattering.

In the end, Mo Qing knew that he was going to squeeze a bunk with Uncle Mo Yun tonight.

'When you're away from home, don't think about being as comfortable as at home. It's always good to save some money to buy something else,' this is what Uncle Mo Yun said to Mo Qing at the end.

It is probably not easy to come to the city once, and they all want to take advantage of this difficult opportunity to go around the city more, and after they go back, they will have more capital to brag about to the people in the village. So there was only one yellow-faced man in the whole room half-lying on a bunk.

Hearing someone coming in, he looked up, then closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, ignoring Uncle Mo Yun and the others.

Looking at his simple clothes, he is also a countryman like Mo Qing and them.

That's right, if you have the money, you would have lived in a single room a long time ago, who would come to crowd the shop.

After looking at the bunk, he sat on the bunk and rested for a while, and Uncle Mo Yun led Mo Qing out.

They have a lot of things to do, and now that it's still early, let's go out to do some things first, so as not to panic tomorrow, after all, it's not too late to go out.

Things did not dare to put in the house, just carry it with you, because this place is a shop, so there is no such thing as locking the door, so there is no security at all, there are many people, there are few things to put here is not enough for others to steal.

After this delay, there were a lot fewer people on the market, and the place where the fur trade was not in the main block, so this trip was much more relaxed.

As a hunter, dealing with fur buyers is a regular occurrence.

Seeing that Uncle Mo Yun didn't pay much attention to the greetings of the two guys in front of him, and walked straight to the third shop, he knew that he often came here to do business, and he already had a certain understanding of the situation of several shops here.

The shopkeeper of the fur shop is a good businessman, and while talking about the price with others, he does not forget to greet the people who have just entered the store.

Before Uncle Moyun sat down on the stool, the tea was brought to him by the guys in the store, and even Mo Qing, who was still a child, did not fall behind.

The wolf skins were finally sold at a price of one hundred and twenty wen each, which was a fair price, ten wen higher than the price estimated by Uncle Mo Lun at home.

Originally, how could a wolf skin be sold for one hundred and thirty or forty yuan, but most of these wolves were hacked to death by knives, and in a hurry, it was natural to greet where to call fatally, so the wolf skins were damaged to varying degrees, and the price drop was also expected.

There are more than 1,000 copper plates, half of which is given to Uncle Moyun to hold, and it is always uneasy for children to bring more money.

Put some of the rest of the baggage, and put the other part in a small money bag and stuff it into your arms, so that it is convenient to hold when you buy things, and you don't have to expose your old bottom.

There is a lot of chaos on the street, there is everyone, and it is not good to be taken away by those who are professional in petty theft.

Of course, these are all things that Uncle Mo Yun quietly told Mo Qing.

Because the place where the fur was purchased was relatively close to the inn, and the efficiency of the leather shop was relatively high, it did not take much time to sell the fur.

In the shouts of the shopkeeper 'the guest officer walks slowly', Uncle Mo Lun and Mo Qing left the fur shop.

followed Uncle Moyun to a few restaurants, and he didn't sell the bacon, not because people didn't want it, but because the price was too low.

After turning a few shops, Uncle Moyun simply stopped asking at the restaurant, came to a special vegetable sales office, spread the bag on the ground, and sold it on the street.

During the Chinese New Year, everything was easy to sell, not to mention that Uncle Mo Yun brought first-class good meat, and half of the bag of meat was quickly sold.

Seeing that it was getting late, it was estimated that there would be no more buyers, Uncle Mo Yun put the rest of the meat back into the bag, and then helped the old man next to him to put away the vegetable stall.

This favor must be helped, the scale used to sell meat is his old man's, and he doesn't help to collect the vegetable stall.

Declining the old man's invitation to go to his house for dinner, Uncle Mo Yun led Mo Qing towards the inn where he stayed.

When passing by a roadside stall, I spent ten cents to ask for a big bowl of beef soup, which was steaming hot and warm all over my body after drinking.

But then Mo Qing was slapped on the head, and the reason was that he wanted to rush to pay for the meal. As a result, as soon as he took out the money, Uncle Mo Yun slapped it up.

"Follow Lao Tzu out, can you still make your doll pay for a meal?"