Quick Travel: Jing Yuan's Wanderings

The sun sets and the sky gradually darkens.

It was almost 7:30 and no one showed up.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan was getting anxious waiting and no longer had time to worry about how much money he had lost in the morning.

He couldn't stay on the bench, so he stood up and started spinning in circles.

"father!"

A pair of children came together.

"Ah!" Lieutenant General Jing Yuan answered subconsciously.

"Why are you here at this time?" Jing Chuxia ran over quickly with two pairs of cloth shoes in her pockets and asked with concern.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan quickly bent down to pick up the watermelon placed at the foot of the wall.

Unexpectedly, Jing Xiaoman got there first.

"Dad, the watermelon is heavy, let me hold it."

Jing Yuan laughed and scolded, "I think you are greedy."

He turned around, picked up the two melons and handed them to his well-behaved daughter.

Jing Chuxia held the baby in her left hand, and then handed the cloth shoes in her right hand to her father, not forgetting to say:

"Dad, don't wear straw sandals anymore. If your cloth shoes are worn out, I can make you new ones."

"Okay, you two will share the melon. It's getting late, and Dad has to get out of the city."

After saying this, without waiting for the two men to reply, he picked up the clothes on the bench, carried the shoulder pole, and hurried away.

I ran all the way out of the city gate and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If you continue to wander around the city after curfew, someone might get killed.

Along the city wall, there are mobile stalls selling food.

Steaming hot and full of fragrance.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan swallowed his saliva and suddenly became unable to walk.

I ordered a big bowl of wontons for 10 cents and had a delicious meal while squatting on the roadside.

If I hadn't really had any way to get it, I would really like to pack a copy and put it into the system space.

A faint feeling of regret.

The moon in mid-June was big and round, and every blade of grass and tree was clearly visible. I walked briskly and the night road was very smooth. After half an hour's rapid march, I successfully arrived home.

I led the sheep back to the sheepfold, took a quick shower, rubbed the clothes a few times, and hung them on the clothesline.

Then, he lay on the wooden bed under the old locust tree and began to snore.

Early the next morning, Jing Yuanzhong got out of bed at 40: in the morning, carrying small flower baskets, and hurried out of the courtyard, arriving at Xizhimen before the morning drum sounded.

Follow the crowd into the city and go directly to the back door of the Duke of England's Mansion.

After paying 600 coins, he quickly returned to the outside of Xizhimen.

As usual, I spent ten cents and had a bowl of wontons.

Then, he strolled leisurely into Caishi Street.

My mood suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy and fell to the bottom.

Uh...

Our ancestors’ ability to imitate was a little too advanced.

A bamboo basket of similar size to a small flower basket, with a slightly more refined one, was priced at 50 wen. A slightly rougher one was priced at a minimum of 10 wen.

It’s easy to imagine how much the nearly 50 small flower baskets remaining in the system warehouse will depreciate by tomorrow!

It is still unknown whether I can sell it for 50 cents.

As for going back home and carrying small flower baskets to sell, it is even more unrealistic.

Which wealthy and sophisticated family would come to buy the leftover vegetables from others after breakfast?

Therefore, Caishi Street in the capital is a morning market.

The market opened as soon as the curfew was lifted and came to an end before 9:00 am.

It's already 7:30, we'll be late.

Alas, I have to think of ways to make money again.

Afterwards, I strolled around looking for a stall selling watermelons.

Huh? There isn't even one.

Well, yes, that's good news.

Unfortunately, I can’t come here to sell often.

At the foot of the emperor, it is not easy to sell the watermelons from three acres of land in the backyard.

Isn't this Qing just waiting for death?

With so many imitation flower baskets, it would be strange if no one noticed it!

Alas, I still have to find a way to make money as soon as possible.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan walked back with a heavy heart, but he didn't expect that someone was waiting for him at the door with a way to make money.