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

Shaheguan barracks, school grounds, a man was standing in the middle of the school grounds, holding a spear, practicing the thrusting movement, over and over again, the whole morning, over and over again, just doing that one movement.

After a while, a person came outside the school grounds and shouted: "Han Zhiyuan!"

Han Zhiyuan stopped, looked at the man trotting over, turned around again, continued to move his hands, and said in his mouth: "Didn't you go to Shahe City? Why did you come back so early?"

The man who came over was tall and thin, with a slightly elongated face. Hearing this, he smiled and said: "I went to the market and came back."

Han Zhiyuan hummed, and kept moving his hands, waiting for his next words. Sure enough, Wu Zhan circled around him and said cheekily, "Are you still paying this month's salary?"

Han Zhiyuan ignored him, Wu Zhan walked around him again, salivating: "If you don't have any money, lend me some."

"Didn't it just be posted a few days ago?"

Wu Zhan laughed and said, "Isn't this... used up?"

Han Zhiyuan finally stopped, glanced at him, and said, "You haven't been out in the barracks all day, how did you run out of it? You got together with the people from the Dingzi camp again?"

"Speak softly!" Wu Zhan turned his head around nervously, then lowered his voice and said, "Isn't it... a momentary itch..."

Hearing this, Han Zhiyuan sneered suddenly: "Itchy? Is it itchy skin?"

Wu Zhan choked. Although he couldn't compare with Han Zhiyuan, he still persevered: "Can you lend me some, and I will definitely pay you back next month."

Han Zhiyuan took the spear in another hand, wiped his sweat, walked out, and said in his mouth, "We'll talk about it after you pay back the money you lent me last month."

Wu Zhan still wanted to talk, but Han Zhiyuan turned his head to look at him, with a half smile but not a smile: "Do you still remember the first time you tried to blame me, how did you end up?"

Wu Zhan shuddered immediately, what happened?At that time, he cheated and borrowed Han Zhiyuan's money but did not pay it back. In the end, Han Zhiyuan came to his door. He wanted to renege on the debt, but Han Zhiyuan pushed him to the ground and beat him for half an hour, making him cry for his father and mother, crying Forgive me, while being forced to shout by Han Zhiyuan, it was a good beating.

However, after the beating, he didn't even have a scar on his body, and there was nowhere to report...

Han Zhiyuan looked at his cowardly look, and said, "I don't have any money, I'll save it up and give it to my wife. Don't try to steal a coin from me."

Wu Zhan said silently, "It's your daughter-in-law again. How amazing is it to have a daughter-in-law?"

Although he thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to say it out, and still refused to give up easily. He chased after him, rolled his eyes, and said to Han Zhiyuan, "Are you drinking?"

"Don't drink."

Wu Zhan didn't seem to hear it, and he babbled to himself: "Hey, I went to the market today, and someone was delivering wine. They don't need money. Would you like to go?"

"No time."

"I even brought back an altar just for you to taste." Wu Zhan vowed.

"Thank you very much. I don't drink alcohol." Han Zhiyuan didn't look sideways. The ancient wine was really bad to a certain extent. He would only taste it when he was in a fever.

Wu Zhan ignored his words at all, and brought his self-talk to the extreme: "Go, go, didn't you fall in love with that fox fur cloak worn by General Cheng last time? Let me tell you, I will go to I saw it in the market too!"

"Huh?" Han Zhiyuan stopped, turned to look at him: "Really?"

Wu Zhan immediately swore to the sky, his face full of righteousness: "It's more real than real gold! When did I ever tell a lie?"

"Ha ha."

The righteousness on Wu Zhan's face turned into flattery in an instant: "As long as you help me get a jar of wine, I will take you there."

Han Zhiyuan glanced at him: "Others give it away for free, you sell it?"

Wu Zhan chuckled: "Well..."

Han Zhiyuan saw the wine jar in his arms, and stretched out his hand: "Let me have a look."

Wu Zhan hastily handed over the wine with both hands: "Strong man, please!"

Han Zhiyuan weighed the wine jar up and down, it wasn't too heavy, he opened the seal, and a strong aroma of wine came out, completely different from the ancient wine in his impression, the aroma was strong, and the liquor was clear. He frowned slightly, raised his eyes and asked, "What's the name of this wine?"

Wu Zhan thought about it carefully, and replied, "It seems to be called... Yuan Zhi?"

Han Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, staring at the small wine jar, as if thinking about something, and then said: "Have you drank?"

Wu Zhan rubbed his hands together, and said with a smile, "Not yet, I saw others drink it, it's very tasty, I'll definitely sell it—wait a minute!"

It was too late for him to speak, Han Zhiyuan picked up the wine jar and took a few big mouthfuls, the clear wine spilled out, accompanied by the strong aroma of the wine, Wu Zhan's heart was about to bleed, his voice trembled: " You, you, you, don't you drink?"

Han Zhiyuan wiped the wine from his mouth, and smiled casually: "You held it in your hands and delivered it to your door. If I don't drink it, wouldn't I be sorry for your kindness?"

Wu Zhan was so distressed that he couldn't even speak. Han Zhiyuan glanced into the wine jar under the sunlight. The wine inside was clear and clear, and four small characters were engraved on the bottom of the jar: Yu Nian Yuanzhi.

He sealed the wine jar again, with a smile on his face, and said to Wu Zhan: "Aren't you going to the market? Let's go."

Wu Zhan's eyes lit up, and he didn't feel distressed anymore, he quickly urged: "Hurry up, walk around, you won't be able to go if it's too late."

The two were walking outside when a young general came to stop them. It was General Cheng Wucheng. He looked at Han Zhiyuan and said, "You want to go out?"

Han Zhiyuan put the wine jar behind his back and nodded: "Return to General, yes."

Cheng Wu sized him up and said, "Don't rush away, we've done a few tricks."

Hearing this, Han Zhiyuan reminded: "General, rest today."

Cheng Wu raised his chin: "Of course I know, I need you to remind me?" Seeing that Han Zhiyuan still had no expression on his face, he thought for a while and said, "If you beat me, you will lose to that fox-fur cloak." you."

Han Zhiyuan said: "I have something to do today, can I fight another day?"

"No."

Seeing that he couldn't escape easily, Han Zhiyuan simply nodded and said, "How many games?"

Cheng Wudao: "Three games will determine the outcome."

Han Zhiyuan had no objection. In fact, with Cheng Wu's character, it would be good to say ten games. After discussing, the two turned around and went to the school grounds. Wu Zhan was dumbfounded, and finally had to follow.

However, to Han Zhiyuan's surprise, these three matches were not completed so quickly. He used modern fighting techniques, while Cheng Wu used ancient martial arts. Play for half a day.

Standing aside, Wu Zhan was in a hurry. If morale could affect the outcome of the players on the field, he wished to wave the flag loudly for Han Zhiyuan, or for General Cheng. It doesn't matter whoever wins. Hurry up and finish the fight!

Although it was Han Zhiyuan who won Cheng Wu with two wins and one loss in the end, the sky also darkened. Han Zhiyuan walked out with the fox fur cloak under his arm without looking back. His steps were wide, and Wu Zhan almost Unable to catch up with him, he finally trotted all the way to catch up, muttering: "Why are you so anxious..."

In Shahe City Market, the sky was gloomy. Gu Hongyun looked up and said to Jiang Ning, "It seems to be raining."

As soon as the words fell, sparse raindrops fell, big and big, and made a slight sound when they hit the wine jar. Jiang Ning looked at the entrance of the market and said, "Brother Gu, go back to the inn first."

Gu Hongyun didn't quite agree and said: "Aren't you going back?"

Jiang Ning took an umbrella and handed it to him, and replied briefly: "I'll come back later, it's raining heavily, Brother Gu, be careful of catching the cold."

As he spoke, he opened an umbrella again, and told several caravan followers to go back.

Gu Hongyun didn't leave, but just stood with him for a while. After a while, the rain became heavier and fell on the umbrella surface, as if a handful of beans had been sprinkled. , the clothes got wet.

Seeing that Gu Hongyun refused to leave, Jiang Ning said, "Cats are very afraid of water, I'm afraid it's uncomfortable."

Gu Hongyun looked down and saw that the parrot was huddled tightly in his arms, with only one head exposed. The splashed rainwater fell on its fur, and it got wet within a short while.

Gu Hongyun held the cat tightly, turned to Jiang Ning and said, "I'll send it back first."

As he spoke, without waiting for Jiang Ning to answer, he turned around holding his umbrella and ran towards the inn, which was covered by the rain curtain in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Ning glanced over there, then turned around and continued to look at the entrance of the market. At this time, there were no pedestrians. Occasionally, a few passers-by who covered their heads and covered their faces rushed over, casting their eyes like looking at a big fool.

The sky gradually darkened, and the rain began to ease. The houses not far from the market fell one after another, and sporadic candles were lit. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew past, which made people feel cold. Jiang Ning clenched the handle of the umbrella and pointed The knots are faintly whitish.

"Jiang Ning."

Gu Hongyun's voice came from behind, he walked over step by step holding an umbrella, and said: "Let's go back first, it's getting late."

Jiang Ning looked up at the gloomy sky, the clouds were dense, and the rain was falling in fine and dense ways, as if there was no end. The cold wind blew by, and he shivered suddenly. Two old and white lanterns at the entrance of the market were blowing Shake slightly.

Jiang Ning finally nodded, with an almost inaudible exhaustion in his voice: "Go back."