Shang Wenqi glanced at the silk flower on her head, his eyes became a little deeper, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"By the way, what are we going to Xingyuan Prefecture for? I remember the road heading north should be to Qizhou..."

Qizhou - Fengxiang Prefecture - Henan Prefecture - Kyoto, this is the closest and shortest route from Minzhou to Kyoto. Moreover, Qizhou goes north and Xingyuan Prefecture goes south, and once you diverge from the south and north, the journey will be different.

Shang Wenqi said three words succinctly: "There is a tail."

Although the words were simple, Ning Ning understood it immediately. It turned out that the enemy had already targeted them.

I recalled the note Shang Wenqi wrote saying that he would take a detour and arrive later.

I'm afraid he had already decided to go to Xingyuan Prefecture first, and now all this is just going with the flow.

Soon, the people who were going to Xingyuan Prefecture started on their journey. Since Shang Wenqi bought things from the merchants, those merchants took good care of them. Especially when they knew that Ning Ning had sprained her foot, they would turn back from time to time to take care of her.

One of them even sold Ning Ning several brands of traumatic injury wine.

Ning Ning then realized that they were not only trading silk flowers, but basically all kinds of goods from the north and south, including food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Ning Ning was really interested in ancient things. After all, she had the idea of ​​opening a small shop here, which could be considered as market research in advance.

After being introduced by a merchant, she learned that the salt, iron and medicinal materials in Daliang were all under the control of the imperial court. These things were bought and sold by the government, and merchants were not allowed to sell them at will.

It is also because of this that if merchants occasionally get a bottle of wine for injuries or medicine for gold wounds, the price will be extremely high.

The merchant seemed to think that Ning Ning and Shang Wenqi's every move revealed the temperament of a wealthy person, so he told her these things. Song Ning opened the medicine bottle and smelled it, and it was indeed a very strong smell of traumatic wine.

Considering that there are no fake medicines these days, this bottle might really be useful to her.

So Ning Ning had an idea and asked tentatively: "Can I exchange something with you?"

"?" The merchant hesitated immediately.

"I'm telling you, this is definitely one of a kind in the world. Maybe you can sell it for a high price and never have to travel around again."

"Miss, can you let me take a look?" The merchant became interested in what she said.

Ning Ning was not vague either. She smiled and nodded: "Then wait until no one is around and then talk about it."

"Okay!" The merchant did not hesitate.

Business opportunities are fleeting, and he can take a look at what it is first without having to get it.

Soon the two ended their conversation and separated temporarily.

Shang Wenqi, who was pushing the cart at the back, naturally heard it and couldn't help but look at her calmly: "You'd better not think about it."

"Do you think I want to take this opportunity to escape?" Ning Ning glanced at him with amusement. "Can these merchants and common people help me escape from you? Not to mention how high the possibility is, I want to ask why I should run away. I don't have to worry about three meals a day or a place to stay by your side, and I don't even have to walk or worry about my life. I'd be a fool to run away."

"Then why did you trick him?"

"What nonsense! Isn't this just laying the foundation for my future? He has medicine in his hand. I have to treat my feet." Ning Ning glanced at her feet covered with a blanket. "I have to get my legs better before going to the capital. I can't let them hold me back. After all, when you go back to report to your master, you may not have time to take care of me every day. What should I do then?"

As Ning Ning spoke, her voice became increasingly lonely. Shang Wenqi glanced at her indifferently, as if trying to discern how much truth there was in her words.

However, after Ning Ning finished speaking, she covered herself with banana leaves, and seemed to be really sad.

Shang Wenqi opened his mouth but said nothing in the end.

Ms. Ning Ning, who was misunderstood as a sad emo, was opening the system mall at this time... shopping online.

Since we are going to barter with merchants, we naturally have to come up with something new and interesting.

So Ning Ning lay on the cart and browsed the mall comfortably.

First of all, gold, silver, pearls, gems and the like are definitely not within her consideration range. She can’t afford the real ones, and fake ones wouldn’t be accepted in ancient times.

In ancient times, there were no fakes. Everything people wore and sold was real. If a fake was exposed, it would be very serious.

Secondly, handicrafts are definitely not acceptable. Ancient times were the peak of handicrafts, with skilled craftsmen aplenty.

Ceramics is definitely not good either. It's not a matter of skill, but where did she get the ceramics from? Not to mention the merchants, Shang Wenqi couldn't explain it here.

Ning Ning picked and chose and finally chose two blue plastic butterfly hairpins. These hairpins were very interesting. The wings of the iris blue butterfly were coated with a layer of plastic film, which immediately reflected clear light when shone on it. If you didn't know, you would think they were cicada wings wrapped in crystals.

The wings are slightly opened, like a butterfly about to flap its wings. There are imitation diamond glass beads inlaid in the middle of the butterfly's body, adding a touch of agility to the butterfly.

Glass beads are cheap in modern times, but in ancient times they were considered high-quality glass and were not cheap.

And its size is very small, very suitable for carrying with you.

The most important thing is the voluntary wholesale of small commodities, 5 yuan a pair.

This is really a bargain!

Ning Ning paid decisively and then waited for the merchant to come and pick up the goods.

Before they knew it, it was night. Ning Ning had thought that even if they were traveling together, they would inevitably have to sleep in the wilderness. But she was overthinking.

The official road they were taking had resting places at regular intervals, such as post stations, inns, dilapidated temples, etc. The farthest ones could be reached in a day, and the nearest ones could be reached in half a day. In short, long journeys for the ancients were not as hard as she had imagined.

Soon everyone arrived at a dilapidated temple to rest. It was already evening, so everyone was not in a hurry to continue their journey and just rested in the dilapidated temple.

Everyone found a sheltered place to sit down and began to collect firewood.

Everyone else was in groups of three or five, only Shang Wenqi was with two people, and Ning Ning had difficulty walking, so Shang Wenqi didn't dare to be careless and finally decided not to make a fire. It didn't matter if the weather was hot anyway. If an assassin attacked Ning Ning when he left, it would be a loss.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Wang helped them pick up some more firewood: "Miss Si has difficulty walking, and Brother Chu must be worried about her being here, so I might as well pick up some for you so you don't have to make an extra trip."

"Thank you." Shang Wenqi took the firewood solemnly.

Uncle Wang smiled and said, "It's just a small favor. Don't be polite. Let's light the fire."

"Okay." Shang Wenqi nodded, and it was obvious that his voice had become much softer.

Ning Ning couldn't help but curl her lips. He was moved by the kindness of passers-by, but what about herself? She surrendered and showed goodwill, but he remained unmoved.

What a double standard.

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