"No need." Song Mingyuan looked away: "Just buy yours. We will meet here when we come out."
Wu Da only brought four people out, and the rest stayed in the forest with Deng Liang to guard the team.
They had all seen Song Mingyuan show off her power that day, and knew not to look at her like an ordinary person. When they heard her say this, they understood that she had her own way.
With the Lu family here, Wu Da was not worried that she would run away. Besides, it was useless for him to worry, "Okay, let's meet here in half an hour."
After that, Wu Da entered the city first with four official servants.
After watching them leave, Song Mingyuan walked towards the city gate.
She was wearing a thick coat and a pointed hood. Because of her fair and flawless face, this nondescript outfit did not seem out of place.
After a few steps, the whole person disappeared in place, as if he had never appeared before.
There was a long queue at the city gate.
Song Mingyuan hid her figure, climbed over the fence as if there was no one else around, faced the vague glances of the defenders, passed over Wu Da and others who were being questioned, and walked in majestically.
Fuyang County is just an inconspicuous small county under the jurisdiction of Yizhou. It is not prosperous inside. Compared with the painting buildings and cloud pavilions that can be seen everywhere in the capital, it is much more ordinary.
The main street is paved with bricks and stones. There are many low shops on both sides. There are small stalls one after another on the street. It may be a market day. In addition to the stalls selling and shouting, there are also many ordinary people wearing commoners walking on the street.
"Baozi, steamed buns, two cents each! Freshly baked buns!"
"Boss, what you're selling is too expensive. Can you make it cheaper, maybe ten cents?"
"You can't buy it, you can't buy it, you can't buy it, you can't buy it. It's the best century-old ginseng. One piece can cure diseases. Two pieces can live to ninety-nine. Come and take a look. Don't miss it if you pass by!"
The street was full of lively noises. When she heard that there was old ginseng that could cure all diseases, Song Mingyuan went to the stall with the most people and took a look.
I saw a dark-skinned old man sitting on a pony with his legs spread apart, picking up ginseng and shouting loudly.
In front of him was an old washed cloth, with a pile of thin ginseng strips piled on it.
Song Mingyuan: "..."
Is this Codonopsis pilosula?
It is most suitable for cooking old hens.
But this stall is the most popular among the vendors, and many people really believe in the evil uncle and spend money to buy it.
Song Mingyuan glanced at the price written crookedly in black charcoal - five cents for one piece, three cents for ten cents.
she:"……"
Cure all diseases, live to ninety-nine, five cents per coin, ten cents three cents, this ninety-nine life is too casual, right?
One dares to sell and the other dares to buy.
However, this is not the suffering of ordinary people. Don’t they know how expensive ginseng is? How can it be sold so cheaply?
It's just that they can't afford expensive ginseng throughout their lives, so they can only hope that there is such a cheap and cure-all miracle medicine in the world.
Song Mingyuan went to the next stall, where a lame old man was selling exquisitely woven straw grasshoppers.
If the stall just now was the most popular in the market, then the stall in front of me is the least popular in the market.
Children from rich families will not buy it, and children from poor families will not buy it.
His stall has vivid straw mantises, lifelike frogs, and majestic tigers, each one more exquisite than the other.
Song Mingyuan thought of a few cubs, so she stepped forward and asked, "How do you sell these finished products?"
When the old man with pale hair and face full of age scars saw someone coming to ask, he looked a little flattered and surprised. He immediately put down the semi-finished product in his hand, and carefully and nervously showed two fingers to Song Mingyuan.
"Two hundred coins each?" Song Mingyuan didn't look at the way he scratched his head and scratched his head anxiously and continued to hold out his hand to point his fingers. He nodded and said proudly: "Okay, I want them all!"
The old man was so anxious that he stood up suddenly. Because he got up in such a hurry, the little horse rolled over to the side.
He blushed and made quick gestures to Song Mingyuan with his hands, gesticulating three times in a row.
Two cents! Two cents each!
"I know you are in a hurry, but please don't worry. Do you mean that I guessed wrong?" Song Mingyuan asked humbly.
When he heard what she said, the old man's eyes lit up and he nodded fiercely. It was only two cents each. Two hundred cents, it was not even worth the price!
"Oh, if it's not two hundred coins, then it's two thousand coins. Okay, two thousand coins is two thousand coins."
Under his dumbfounded gaze, Song Mingyuan slapped twenty taels of silver and took away all the ten straw woven items on his stall as if they were robbing them.
The old man reacted, picked up his money, and limped after him. He was so anxious that he even abandoned his stall.
"Oh, where did this prodigal woman come from? She is really stupid and has a lot of money. I spent twenty taels of silver to buy ten straw braids. How come I didn't encounter such a rip off?"
"Old Zheng is really unlucky today. If he had known that I could sell straw knitting, I don't know if that prodigal woman would come back in the future."
The two stall owners closest to the straw woven stall were envious. Ordinary people could not earn twenty taels of silver all year round. It was really pie in the sky.
The same goes for Lao Zheng. Why did he chase him out? It's so cheap that I don't even know how to take advantage of it.
Perhaps unable to catch up, the lame Old Man Zheng quickly turned back.
The gossiping stall owner nearby immediately came over and asked, "Hey, Lao Zheng, did you really return that money? That's twenty taels of silver. Did you really pay it back?"
Old Man Zheng touched the money in his pocket and noticed the probing look from the stall owner next door. He knew well that wealth should not be exposed, so he nodded.
"Oh, you are so willing! You deserve to be poor all your life. You didn't even know how to pick up the money when it was delivered to your door!" The woman looked pained, as if what she was giving back was her money.
Old man Zheng ignored her and sat back at his stall.
What Song Mingyuan didn't know was that the area was filled with straw woven stalls in the next few days, and the old man she rarely showed kindness to set up a stall here every day, rain or shine.
Other stall owners were waiting for her to send money, and the old man was waiting to pay her back.
Song Mingyuan wandered to another street.
The stores here are more regular. There are very few people wearing patched old clothes on the street. If you glance over, there are only a few stalls on the street, and the most popular ones are jewelry stores and restaurants.
Although they are only separated by a street, the wealth gap between the two can be clearly felt.
Obviously, the things here are not affordable for ordinary people. The people walking on the street are all well-dressed people.
Song Mingyuan walked among them, looking a little out of place.
"You are such a handsome little lady."
A frivolous and malicious voice sounded: "Little beauty, come here, let me pamper you. Stay with me for one night, and I will give you some money."
