Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 95: Fortunately gained and lost

Sixteen days later, outside the city of Juntianfu in Yizhou, a man in green robe with free and easy bun hair was walking forward. It was Ji who had wandered along.

When Ji Yuan left Ning'an County, he brought some inner lining and two sets of outerwear. The grayer one had a slit under his armpits two days ago, so he has been wearing the cyan one during this period.

These two outfits actually made Ji Yuan feel a little emotional, just like an undershirt that Ji Yuan wore in his previous life. It was very old and had been worn for several years. It was not a valuable item, but it was comfortable to wear. , I love wearing it at home and never think of throwing it away.

Similarly, Ji Yuan had no intention of throwing away the gray suit. Ji Yuan was also thinking about buying a sewing kit or something to see if he could mend it himself and sew the holes under his armpits.

At this moment, Ji Yuan was carrying the same gray baggage, the same oil-paper umbrella, and the ivy sword on his back. He was walking leisurely. The wooden box had already been pawned for three hundred yuan in the previous county. Wenqian, the golden nanmu that was always valuable in the previous life, is just a good material for making documents and clearing confessions in this life. The quantity is too small to be sold at a high price.

The Juntian Mansion ahead was getting closer and closer, and the flow of people on the official road naturally increased. In addition to horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts, there were also many passers-by walking alone like Ji Yuan.

As one of the twelve prefectures in Yizhou, Juntian Mansion actually has no outstanding features. It can be said to be quite satisfactory. It is quite different from the famous Chunhui Mansion in Jizhou, even though it once produced a number one in the world. Zuo Kuangtui is only a famous person in the world, and it has been many years.

Compared to Ji Yuan's previous life, this is a world that is easier to forget. The restrictions on the spread and storage of information are enough to make a famous figure in the world of decades ago disappear.

With the decline of the Zuo family, most of the younger generation in today's world don't even know that there was once such a top master who was so arrogant that he called himself a swordsman. Even fewer people can dig up the "grave stickers" and dig out the past. Perhaps only a few storytellers still remember some classic old stories.

As we approached the city gate, the noise in the city washed over Ji Yuan's eardrums again and again. These days, I don't know whether it is because of the Samadhi True Fire, or because the mana has become stronger after being tempered by the real fire. Mr. Yuan mistakenly believed that his eyesight had improved a little bit, and he was trying hard to see if there was any improvement through vision, but unfortunately it was still blurry.

"Cooking cakes, selling cooking cakes~~~Cooking cakes just made from the oven~~~A penny a piece~~"

As soon as he entered the city, someone carrying a load walked past the city gate. The shouts made him look towards the hawker, and he vaguely saw that the vendor was not short.

I just happened to see that although his aura was not magical but somewhat special, I thought for a moment and quickly took a few steps forward to follow him.

"Brother, give me two cakes!"

"Okay!"

When the burden bearer heard that there was business, he quickly put down the load and waited for Ji Yuan to come. Then he opened the cover on the special cake box, and a stream of hot steam came out, which was like taking steamed buns from a steamer.

"Here, sir, I see you are also from outside the city. We are very particular about our cooking and steaming cakes. They are delicious."

Ji Yuan smelled the aroma of the pancake, nodded and took it, paid for it, took a bite and praised the seller, "It tastes good."

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

However, Ji Yuan followed him while eating pancakes, which also made the seller who was carrying the burden puzzled.

"Sir, why do you always follow me?"

"Oh, I'm new to Juntian Mansion, and I feel like I don't have much place to go, so I'll just walk with you. How many miles do you have to walk with your load in a day?"

This big gentleman’s reaction made selling cakes interesting. I had never encountered such a customer before.

“I carry a burden and sell pancakes once at noon and evening. When the business is good, I can walk half a street and sell them out. When the business is bad, it’s not uncommon for me to walk half a town in one day.”

"Hey, that guy has great legs!"

"Hey, let's make a living! Selling cooking cakes~~~just came out of the oven~~~"

The vendor would suddenly shout like this after chatting with Ji Yuan for a while. After a while, Ji Yuan had finished eating two cakes and took out two more pennies to buy them.

"Brother, two more!"

"Ah, Mr. Da, it's just that he likes to eat hot food, so that's why he's following you, right?"

"Hahaha, that's what it means!"

……

Ji Yuan chatted with the hawker, asking about Zuo's family and making insidious inquiries about the hawker's own situation.

Two quarters of an hour later, the vendor was a little panicked. The older man next to him was still following him and had already eaten at least a dozen pancakes.

It’s not an exaggeration to say that the appetite is huge, but it’s a bit scary to buy two after a while and talk to him while walking around like a normal person.

"Mr. Big... these are my last two cakes. Do you think I can give them to you?"

In front of a street corner shop selling confession papers, the hawker with a cautious smile on his face spoke, fearing that Ji Yuan would follow after eating the cake.

As if waiting for these words, Ji Yuan suddenly smiled.

"Haha... That's good, but doesn't it take advantage of you, brother? Otherwise, can I write a few words to you?"

"Huh?"

"Please keep the cake for me, and be sure to keep your word and wait for me here!"

"Uh...ok!"

The hawker was still stunned, while Ji Yuan went directly into the store next to him without taking the cake. The store owner was flipping through a book and reading an article when he saw Ji Yuan come in and greeted him warmly.

"Your Majesty, you want to see something. We have fine inkstones and wolf brushes, famous ink and paperweights..."

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

The store owner was stunned for a moment.

"Just buy a piece of paper, sir?"

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

The store owner lost interest and walked back to the counter.

"Ordinary rice paper with one foot of flower and wood cost two cents, large-format rice paper is more expensive, and refined green sandalwood rice paper is much more expensive, and costs..."

"Okay, store, just ask for the most ordinary..."

A piece of paper is worth two cakes. What a coincidence. Ji Yuan took out three pennies and put them on the counter.

"Store, how about I borrow the in-store brush to write a few words?"

The shopkeeper glanced at Ji Yuan, then looked up and down, took out a piece of rice paper and put it on the counter, and only took away two cents. Then he pointed to the writing brush on the pen holder and the inkstone beside him and said:

"I am also a scholar, please help yourself!"

Ji Yuan smiled, collected the remaining article, took the brush and smelled the ink fragrance and dipped the ink in the inkstone carefully, then stood by the counter and swiped on a foot of rice paper.

The four characters "evil prevails over good" are written in a row.

"Thank you!"

Ji Yuan returned the pen and walked out of the store while blowing on the paper. The owner of the store opened his mouth slightly and looked for Shuyuan www. zhaoshuyuan． com was stunned for a moment and hurriedly chased him out. The calligraphy just now was not very good. It shocked him a little. No one except calligraphy can do it!

When Ji Yuan left the store, sure enough, the hawker had already run away with his load. Ji Yuan just stood and looked at the distance around the corner, with no intention of chasing him.

"Oh...I'm really free..."

While Ji Yuan was talking to himself, the shop owner had already ran out of the shop holding the hem of his robe.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please stay~~!"

"Sir, I have some fine green sandalwood in my store. I can give you some as a gift. I wonder if you can leave some calligraphy treasures behind!"

Ji Yuan turned around to look at the expectant store owner, and casually handed over the paper with the ink in his hand that was still wet.

"Here's this for you, how about returning the two cents to me?"

"How can this be done!"

The store owner was so surprised that he carefully took the paper, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and he could even feel the artistic conception in the words like an illusion.

"Two cents!"

"Oh, oh, oh, wait a moment, sir! Wait a moment, sir!"

The shopkeeper hurried back to the counter to withdraw money, but instead of taking two cents, he grabbed a small handful of broken silver and rushed out of the store and handed it to Ji Yuan with both hands.

Ji Yuan actually smiled and took the money without hesitation. He didn't want to say anything about asking for two cents. He wasn't that worried about it.

"Okay, it's worth it!"

After saying that, he left without looking back. He didn’t even know what the name of the store was. The store owner opened his mouth but still failed to shamelessly ask Ji Yuan to write something or leave a signature.

Then I went back to the store with a smile on my face and savored the four big characters on the sign for one foot. The more I looked at it, the more flavorful it became, and I felt the urge to copy it.

"This letter must be framed, it must be framed!"