If you don't go to the house, you are not a gentleman

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and Anle has gained a lot in the street recently. With dozens of copper coins to about a consistent copper plate and then to five or six silver taels, Anle's life is more carefree.

Of course, since An Le was so free and easy, some people lost money for his free and easy life, and some miserly people also went to the Yamen to report the case for a few copper coins.

But the magistrate of the county, the young master, naturally didn't care about these things, he had already let go of everything, and sat in that seat waiting for the oil and water.

However, after knowing this, An Le became even more presumptuous.

On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Temple Fair, people can often see a handsome young man with a wine gourd hanging around his waist, his hair tied up casually, and wearing a somewhat shabby white clothes wandering in the street, looking at his white face, Passers-by thought it was the young master who had recently come to Ding'an County to attend a temple fair.

As for why he was wearing shabby white clothes—passers-by said that maybe he wanted to pretend to be a commoner.

In short, Anle's recent happiness is obvious to all.

And An Le is planning in his stomach to make a lot of money at the temple fair, so as to ensure the big fish and meat in the next period of time.

Since you want to make money, it means that the fat sheep who are going to attack next are rich young masters with some background, but if you want to get close to these beautiful characters, you will definitely be noticed if you wear shabby clothes. If those fat sheep report the case, An Le must be suspected one of the objects.

An Le subconsciously touched the silver in her arms, turned her feet, and turned into a well-known silk shop.

The shop owner is a discerning person. Although he can't see how much a person is worth, he can at least estimate that this is one of the reasons why his business is booming.

Seeing An Le walking in swaggeringly shaking his head, the owner put down his abacus and went up to him.

An Le took a look, because the temple fair was approaching, there were not many people in the store, but the street was noisy.

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "What does the guest officer need?"

An Le grabbed two pieces of silver and put them on the owner's palm, "Clothes that look good."

The shop owner touched the heavy silver on his palm, and smiled brighter, "Naturally, the young master is satisfied."

Then the two teenage children gestured at him a few times.

An Le thought for a while and said, "I want the green one."

After the shopkeeper ordered, he said, "Young master can come and pick it up in two days, and it will be in time for the temple fair."

"That's necessary." An Le smiled, "A lot of people come to make clothes for the temple fair recently?"

The shop owner said proudly: "They are all young ladies from rich families. How can poor people afford the clothes I ordered?"

"Then my clothes should look better."

Shopkeeper: "...what does it mean to look good?"

An Le blinked and said: "You really are not up to the mark, of course, it is domineering and heroic, and the radiance is so shining that it is beautiful."

Shopkeeper: "..." He couldn't even say the words that you are satisfied.

Seeing the shopkeeper's silent look, An Le walked out of the shop with a smile and swayed.

Stepping on the street paved with bluestone slabs, An Le wandered to the tavern again, it was very noisy inside, did the smell of wine waft out?

An Le stood in front of the door for a while, then turned around and entered the quieter teahouse nearby.

This teahouse was recently bought by the proprietress of the tavern next door. Although the business is not as prosperous as the tavern, it is still enough to not lose money.

An Le sat down by the window and asked for a cup of Longjing.

In the middle of the store there was a girl playing the qin. Although the pipa in her hand was old, the strings were still beautiful. An Le glanced at him, and a pure white sable fur floated past his eyes.

An Le was taken aback for a moment, then looked up and saw a handsome face.

The boy at the side stayed quietly, and when passing by An Le's table, An Le heard the boy ask, "What kind of tea does the young master want?"

An Le lowered his head slightly, his eyes swept over the white sable fur.

Immediately, a waiter from the teahouse came up and said obediently: "Why do you have time to sit here?"

Anle took a sip of Longjing calmly.

The man didn't answer, the servant next to him said unhurriedly: "My young master wants a private room, why don't you lead the way?"

That Xiao Er immediately turned his body sideways, "Master County Magistrate please."

An Le choked on a sip of tea, choked to death and didn't choke it out in front of the county magistrate.

After the county magistrate walked away, An Le coughed suddenly, and still felt uncomfortable after taking a few sips of tea.

An Le remembered that this was the person who threw plates and played drunk in the tavern yesterday.

"So unlucky?" An Le murmured.

After noon, Anle put down the copper plate, turned and left the teahouse.

On the way, Anle smacked her mouth a few times, "Tea really isn't suitable for me."

The bitterness in his mouth was scattered in his throat with a slight tea fragrance. Anle couldn't understand why so many people like to drink tea. He shook the wine gourd on his waist—it was empty.

An Le sighed, but walked back, but walked out of the city gate slowly.He walked around to a stream with ease.

This stream was washed out by another lake, and it has merged into a lake not far downstream, and a small waterfall can be seen upstream.

An Le walked downstream along the stream, and the lake opened up in front of him, facing the sun, the entire lake surface was small but gleaming, and the clear lake water could see fish and fine rocks at the bottom.

Taking off some shabby clothes, An Le jumped into the lake, scaring away the swimming fish in the lake.

An Le stepped on the stones at the bottom of the lake to soak for a while, and then dived into the water with his whole body. The autumn water was a bit bit cold, and An Le couldn't help shivering as soon as he entered the water.

His hair spread out like seaweed, and the lake was peacefully surrounded by fish. When he came ashore, the sun was covered by clouds.

He put his clothes back on slowly, and the dripping water from his hair dampened a piece of fabric on his back again.

An Le shook his hair, twisting his own hair like a rag—but in fact, he liked his hair very much, but he thought it was too troublesome to take care of it carefully like a rich lady.

An Le returned to the wooden house with wet hair.

There is nothing in the wooden house, just a bed, a table, and a chair.On the corner of the table was a nearly burnt oil lamp—he didn't have that much spare money to buy a candle.

An Le threw herself on her bed, and took a lazily nap.

When the lights first came on, An Le opened his eyes and looked at the thatch on the top for a while, the wind blowing in the evening had already blown away some of the thatch, "No wonder I slept a little cold." An Le complained, then turned over in a thin cloth The quilt covered his head.

The next day, An Le was still wearing the same dress from yesterday, and the fabric on his back was almost dry.

After wandering on the street for a long time, An Le saw a finger wrench when he passed a street stall.

"How much copper is this?"

An Le picked up the wrench, which seemed to be made of white jade—but it was something from a street stall, maybe it was just imitation jade, and the workmanship was too exquisite.

The old man from the street stall smiled and said, "I picked it up outside the city recently, and I don't know if it's worth it, so it's only fifty cents." An Le blinked, and carefully looked at the pattern on the finger, "It's cheap. "Then throw the copper plate to the old man.

The old man shook his head and said, "I've been fishing for half my life, now I want to relax, and I don't want to make much money by setting up a street stall."

An Le put the wrench into his arms with a smile, and before wandering back to his dilapidated wooden house, he went to the previous tavern to ask for a gourd of wine.

Halfway through the road, the whiteness came into the afterglow of peace again, the county magistrate was wearing a white sable fur and listening to books in a teahouse.

An Le frowned slightly. It seemed that the day after tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Temple Fair would be safer if he changed his face—he didn't believe that he and this county magistrate were so destined that they could meet each other every day in a small place like Ding'an County.

Be vigilant, and peace is never lacking.