The Daily Life of the Husband and Wife Selling Dog Food Through Time Traveling

This is really ugly, Jiang Ning frowned slightly, Han Zhiyuan's face turned cold immediately, the two looked at the speaker together, coincidentally, it was the tall and thin man who had a dispute with Shen Zhen last night, At this time, he was sitting on the bedding and packing his luggage, while looking at Jiang Ning with mocking eyes, his eyes turned around Jiang Ning, full of malice.

Thinking with his toes, he knew what was going on in his head. Han Zhiyuan suddenly wanted to stand up, but Jiang Ning grabbed him and persuaded him in a low voice: "Don't pay attention to him, don't cause trouble now."

Hearing what he said, although Han Zhiyuan had no expression on his face, his strength gradually relaxed, and he glanced at the tall and thin man again, his eyes were sharp, like a knife that had just been sharpened, as if he was about to hit him in the next second. There was a bloody gash on that wretched face.

The thin tall man originally thought that the two of them were newcomers and had no courage, so he brazenly provoked him, but Han Zhiyuan's look just now really scared him, and seeing him being stopped by Jiang Ning again, his timidity disappeared without a trace Wu Ting, because he was sure that these two people would not dare to do anything to him, so his expression became more presumptuous.

He was about to laugh at the two of them, when suddenly the door was pushed open, and a boy with a round face came in, it was Shen Zhen, and he shouted at the top of his voice, "Get up, get up, it's time to go, a quarter of an hour Finally, everyone goes to the entrance of the inn, don't miss the hour!"

Everyone in the room woke up one after another, and got up sleepily, and the whole room started to be noisy again, noises, conversations, complaints, and yelling, as if thousands of ducks were shouting at the same time. Generally, the noise is almost unbearable.

Jiang Ning took the opportunity to take Han Zhiyuan to roll up the luggage, and walked out the door in a few steps, exhaling a breath, the air in the early autumn morning is especially fresh, inhaling it into the lungs, making people feel refreshed.

After washing their faces in a hurry, the two went to get breakfast again, a bowl of corn porridge and a steamed bun, one bowl for each, and they stood by the millstone and started eating.

Bite down, Jiang Ning was surprised: "Eh? This steamed bun actually has stuffing?"

At this time, Han Zhiyuan had finished eating the steamed buns and was drinking porridge. Hearing this, he casually asked, "Steamed buns with stuffing, isn't that a steamed stuffed bun? What kind of stuffing?"

Jiang Ning frowned, reminiscing solemnly: "I don't know, it's salty, a bit like pickled cabbage."

"I'll try it." Han Zhiyuan quickly grabbed a handful of steamed buns in his hand, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

Seeing that a large piece of his big white steamed bun was missing, Jiang Ning was furious: "Where's yours?"

Han Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, slammed his mouth in recollection, and then smiled shamelessly: "I ate too fast just now, I didn't get any stuffing."

Jiang Ning: "..." Eat a steamed bun as big as your palm, why didn't you choke to death.

The two of them had just finished eating when they suddenly saw a large number of people pouring out of the Datongpu room, with their trousers and shoes on, even shirtless and barefoot, all of them scrambling to get to the place where the food was distributed. Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan were stunned by the movement, like locusts crossing the border.

After a while, the person in charge of distributing food yelled, "It's gone! Spread out! Everyone behind you is late!"

Those who received the food squatted to eat, and those who did not receive it were naturally dissatisfied. Several people shouted and scolded: "There is no more? What are we going to eat without us?"

The person in charge of meals is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Hearing this, he immediately rolled his eyes, raised his nostrils and said, "I don't care what you eat? I'm short-handed and short-legged, who can blame me for crawling slowly?"

These words simply added fuel to the flames. Those who shouted were all bloody men. After hearing these words, they exploded in an instant, rolling up their sleeves, raising their fists, and their faces turned red. The veins were bulging, fierce, and they were about to strike. The two people who were in charge of the meals were not easy to get along with. One picked up the big iron spoon for distributing the porridge, and the other lifted the pole, not to be outdone.

In addition, the people eating steamed buns and porridge next to them didn't think it was lively enough. While watching the show, they cheered up and shouted: "Fight, fight!" "Show them some color!"

The scene was extremely chaotic. Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan were amazed and amazed. Jiang Ning shook his head and said, "Such a caravan... tsk..."

"What are you all doing?" Fortunately, the last second when the scene got out of control, a young man's voice interjected |.

The voice was quite pleasant, clear and bright, Jiang Ning turned around in response to the sound, and looked at the people who came by.

I saw a young man in ivory-colored clothes standing at the door leading to the front hall from the backyard. He had a gentle demeanor and looked of high status. He was frowning watching the chaotic scene in the yard.

A boy emerged from behind him, it turned out to be Shen Zhen, he looked at the situation in the yard, lowered his head and explained something to the man in a low voice.

Jiang Ning stared at the young man for a while, guessing in his heart, this is probably the third young master in Shen Zhen's mouth, the head of the caravan, he is quite young, um, he looks good, with fair complexion, sculpted eyebrows and star-like eyes .

"What do you think of him?" A voice suddenly asked beside my ear.

"Hmm... just barely, six points, no more." Jiang Ning replied without thinking, and felt that something was wrong as soon as the words came out, and when he turned his head, he saw Han Zhiyuan's complexion was a little dark.

"To manage a caravan like this, it must be a big straw bag with embroidered pillows, which looks useless." Han Zhiyuan snorted coldly, turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Ning stood there dumbfounded, Han Zhiyuan walked a few steps, then turned around, and said with a calm face, "Aren't you going yet? The time is coming soon, what's there to see."

Jiang Ning: "..."

He took his luggage, followed Han Zhiyuan's footsteps, and walked out together.

Two jujube trees were planted at the entrance of the inn, which seemed to be quite old. Mr. Li was standing under the tree talking to a few middle-aged people, and many people beside them were busy loading cars.

"What kind of goods do you think they are transporting here?" Jiang Ning looked at the big box and big box, feeling a little curious.

Han Zhiyuan thought for a while, and guessed: "It doesn't look too heavy, so a big box can be lifted by one person. It should be dry goods, right? Like tea."

While they were talking, the third young master came out of the inn with Shen Zhen, just in time to see Jiang Ning and the two leaning against the eaves, he looked at them with a little surprise, and asked casually: "Are you newly hired?" Day laborer? Looks very strange."

Shen Zhen behind him listened, and replied: "Yes, the two of them were hired by Director Li." Then he introduced Jiang Ning and the two: "This is the head of our caravan, Third Young Master Shen."

Jiang Ning smiled gently: "Hello, Third Young Master."

The Third Young Master Shen nodded, and said with a smile: "I need to trouble you to work harder along the way."

He looks kind, speaks kindly, and treats people very kindly. He doesn't look like the young master Jiang Ning imagined, but like a scholar. Jiang Ning was secretly surprised when Han Zhiyuan suddenly stretched out his hand to hold him, saying Pingping said: "Third young master, you are being polite, then we will go to help load the car first."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Third Young Master Shen to answer, he dragged Jiang Ning away.

The third young master Shen looked at the backs of the two, couldn't help being slightly surprised, and asked Shen Zhen: "Did I offend him?"

Shen Zhen grinned: "Who knows?"

It was around eight o'clock in the morning that all the goods were loaded into the carts. There were mules and horses pulling the carts, but in Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan's eyes, they were all the same, because he had never seen them before.

After the caravan was assembled, it finally set off. As the carriage wheels slowly rolled across the road, deep ruts were left behind.

Jiang Ning looked back, Tongcheng had shrunk to a point and gradually disappeared from sight...

There are about 50 people in the caravan. In fact, except for the chief and a few higher-status people, not everyone can ride in a carriage. After all, there are a lot of goods. Most people follow on foot. After walking for half a day, it is estimated that several layers of skin will be worn off the soles of the feet.

Perhaps because of this reason, every once in a while, the accompanying people are arranged to take turns to rest in the carriage for a while, so as not to lose strength and delay the progress of the caravan. Unfortunately, in Jiangning, the person who arranges the rest is That tall, thin guy.

His name is Liu Si, and from a few sporadic conversations, Jiang Ning judged that he was a distant relative who was in charge of a caravan. Use the little power in your hand to punish others, such as Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan.

Throughout the morning, others took turns to rest a few times back and forth, but Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan were not arranged to rest. Others occasionally looked at them with a little sympathy in their eyes. However, sympathy is sympathy, and no one is willing to rest. Give them this rare opportunity to rest.

Jiang Ning's mentality is not bad. In his opinion, no matter where he goes, he will encounter this kind of thing, but the way is different. The less powerful the person, the more he loves to be a monster. This is inevitable. Good man If you don't suffer from the immediate loss, now you can only grit your teeth and endure it.

Jiang Ning could bear it, but Han Zhiyuan couldn't, and Liu Si still had to sit on the mule cart in front of the two of them, turning his head from time to time with a smug expression, laughing at Jiang Ning's slightly sluggish pace and swearing, Han Zhiyuan needed Take a deep breath from time to time, forcefully suppress the rising anger in your heart, and calm yourself down.

At this moment, a shout came from the front of the caravan: "Take a rest on the spot for a quarter of an hour."