Chapter 20 The candy she offered him
At night, after the salesman fell asleep, Xiao Baojing stopped reading in his ear.
She asked Ji Zhengyan: "Are there any towns nearby?"
Ji Zhengyan drew a map for her: "We are here now. Walk two miles further and we will reach Yangcheng. Yangcheng is the intersection of land and water. There is singing and dancing all night long, and there is no curfew."
Xiao Baojing held the map.
From the map, they were still far away from Ye Jing, but the salesman couldn't make money. She had to make sure that he wouldn't starve to death along the way and take her to Ye Jing alive.
And feeding the salesman can be considered as doing good deeds and accumulating bad virtue, right?
Maybe he can become a cultivator.
Xiao Baojing actively put away the map, picked up a red lantern from the cargo basket, and left the Bajiao courtyard.
Ji Zhengyan followed her step by step, the small fish lantern crown glowing in the night at the foot of the mountain.
He said: "Where do you want to go?"
Xiao Baojing: "I'm going to Yangcheng to make money."
"Hey! Since ancient times, reading has been regarded as the highest quality. Money is something external to the body. It is a lower quality. I disdain it!"
"Who asked you!"
Xiao Baojing used a palace skirt to cover her red silk thread tightly before stepping into Yangcheng.
As expected, there is no curfew in Yangcheng.
Various shops are scattered in rows and rows, with lanterns and candles burning all night long. Businessmen traveling from north to south sit high on the balcony. Xiao Baojing stands on the street and looks up. The dancers behind the handrails of the flower building are dancing gracefully. The whole city They are all gold-selling caves where people indulge in extravagance and extravagance.
"I can't do physical work with this body. If it falls apart, why don't I be treated as a monster and burned to death on the spot?" Xiao Baojing carried "The Analects of Confucius" in his bag and walked through the shops along the street one by one. "I have to find a An easier job.”
She suddenly stopped.
A wine shop is holding a drinking competition, with many people gathered in front of the door and the atmosphere is very lively.
Xiao Baojing glanced at the wooden sign hanging in front of the shop:
——Those who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk will be rewarded with one or two taels of silver.
A tael of silver!
"If I had known I had brought Yaoyao here, she would definitely be able to drink from a tree."
She squeezed into the crowd, and the one who was far ahead was a fat man in soap clothes, black hat, broad waist, and he seemed not to be drunk at all. He poured one cup after another into his mouth. While everyone else was blushing, he seemed to be doing nothing. No.
The store finally selected him as the winner and rewarded him with one or two pieces of silver in public.
"He is really talented." Xiao Baojing marveled.
Ji Zhengyan's disdainful voice was heard in "The Analects of Confucius": "Xiu Yan is gifted, this person is transformed by a spirit!"
Xiao Baojing: "Huh?"
She watched the victorious man walking triumphantly into the dark alley with his tattooed silver, and she couldn't help but follow him, wanting to see what kind of spirit he was, and then ask him how he became an adult.
As soon as I stepped into the dark alley, I heard a "bang" in the darkness.
Like something broke.
She quickly picked up the lantern and came forward.
The man just now disappeared without a trace. The soap-coat and black hat he wore were scattered on the ground, and a large old wine jar was also smashed!
Xiao Baojing was shocked: "Could it be that he was transformed from a big wine vat?"
No wonder he is so good at drinking!
The alley was dark and he couldn't see the way, so he hit a hard wall and fell to pieces.
Ji Zhengyan said slowly and calmly: "Yi Jian Zhi" once recorded the story of a wine vat turning into essence. "The guest was very drunk, singing and dancing wildly... suddenly jumped up and ran away in fright... accidentally hit a stone, and there was a sound. Not seen. When I saw it at dawn, it was a wine vat that had been broken for more than a year.'"
Xiao Baojing knelt down and touched the broken wine vat.
Even a large wine jar can cultivate into a human being. When will she become a human being?
So anxious.
She picked up a tael of silver left behind by the large wine urn, bought a coffin and buried the large wine urn, and found that there was still a little money left.
She used this little money to buy white rice.
Passing by a candy shop and smelling the tempting sweet aroma of candies, she bought another pack of candies.
On the way back to the mountain, she asked: "Ji Zhengyan, do you want to eat sweets?"
"Hey! Candy, a thing that destroys people's minds, is only loved by women and children!"
"Whether you like it or not."
Xiao Baojing stuffed a piece into his mouth.
Unfortunately she still couldn't taste it.
I can only sell the salesman and Yaoyao cheaply. Xiao Baojing returned to Bajiao Courtyard with a red lantern. It was dawn, but the salesman and Yaoyao were still sleeping.
Xiao Baojing piled the rice vat in the kitchen full, and the white rice made people happy to see it.
She divided the bag of candy into two parts, hid one part in Yaoyao's arms, and stuffed the other part into the seller's sleeve.
Xiao Baojing curled up her almond-shaped eyes with satisfaction.
There is candy hidden in the sleeves.
When he was walking around doing business, he was not afraid of being hungry.
"So hungry."
The morning wind blew away the dew.
Shang Bingjiu sat up and touched his stomach.
The closer we get to Ye Jing, the rarer the ferocious beasts are in the high mountains.
When he went into the mountains yesterday, he didn't find anything good to eat.
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He suddenly sniffed his nose and smelled the sweet scent of candy in the morning breeze.
He reached into his sleeves and grabbed a handful of candies.
In a very distant memory, he had eaten this kind of thing.
At that time, many dirty children took out such things from their arms like treasures and placed them on the altar respectfully, praying to the gods they worshiped to protect their country.
But the god failed.
He sat alone in the Taoist temple where the statues of gods collapsed and were stained with blood. He peeled off the sugar coatings one by one and swallowed them all into his mouth.
At that time, this stuff tasted so bitter.
Not tasty at all.
He didn't eat it again for many years.
Shang Bingjiu looked at Xiao Baojing, who was kneeling beside the dowry.
The girl's shoulders were covered with dust and frost, and the anticipation in her almond-shaped eyes could not be hidden at all.
Is this the candy she offered?
She seemed to want him to eat them.
The fangs pressed against the thin lips.
He knelt down and sat opposite Xiao Baojing: "What do you want from me?"
Xiao Baojing: He was talking to a puppet in the early morning and asked her what she wanted from him.
No, he was a down-and-out scholar with no money or power. What could she get from him?
Be sick!
Shang Bingjiu stretched out his palm and returned the candy to Xiao Baojing: "I don't like candy."
Xiao Baojing: Huh? He picked a down-and-out scholar who couldn't even afford a meal?
She wanted to eat it but she couldn't taste it!
Shang Bingjiu clearly captured the speechlessness and disgust in Xiao Baojing's eyes.
He sniffed and suddenly stared at her in surprise.
Xiao Baojing:......
Why are you staring at her?
The last time he stared at her like this was to give her a bath.
What do you want to do this time?
The young man suddenly came up to her, put one hand on the dowry behind her, and pressed her between the dowry and his chest.
The dark blue monk's robe, which smelled of dew from vegetation, covered the girl's rouge-red palace skirt in layers, like wild vines arrogantly entangled in the delicate flowers.
He lowered his head.
The flower window is half open, and the floating light is golden.
Xiao Baojing saw that he was born with beautiful features, red lips and white teeth, a very beautiful nose bridge, and hibiscus on his temples that made his skin delicate and white.
And his face was so close to hers, so close that Xiao Baojing could feel the boy's breath spraying on her face, so close that she could count his eyelashes.
So close that she could kiss his lips just by raising her head slightly.
(End of chapter)