There was an old saying,"The road to the capital is through Juyong Pass, and the road to Juyong Pass must be through the crowing of a rooster." Jiming Posthouse and Tumu Fortress 60 li away were the horns of each other. Together with Yulin, they became the three great passes protecting the capital.
Yang Ling and Han Youniang moved out of the mountain nest and first went to visit their father-in-law, whom they had never met before. Coincidentally, Boss Han had brought his son up the mountain to hunt and had not returned yet. Han Youniang knew that the mountains were sealed by snow, and her father would not return from the depths of the forest for at least half a month. She told her neighbors about the news of her moving to the city, and then came to Jiming Posthouse with Yang Ling.
In Yang Ling's memories, he had only heard of the name of the Earth Wood Fort. He remembered that there was a Ming Dynasty emperor who led an army of five hundred thousand soldiers and was defeated by the leader of the Wala Clan there. He became one of the unlucky emperors who was captured alive. This knowledge was only known from Liang Yusheng's " The Footsteps of a Hero ".
In his impression, only places like Xuande and Datong could be called cities. However, when he really walked, he realized how inconvenient the traffic was at that time. Although Jiming Posthouse was a small city, there were shops, pawn shops, oil shops, tea shops, and restaurants.
This was the throat between the capital and the northwest, with developed commerce and convenient transportation, so it could be considered very prosperous.
Yang Ling and Young Lady Han rented a small room in the Jiang family's oil workshop. They had lost their house and property, and they only had ten taels of silver on them. Young Lady Han was not willing to sit around and eat, so she began to do some needlework in the tailor shop on the street.
Yang Ling also wanted to go out and look around to see if he could find a way to make a fortune. At the very least, he had to find a job. He really couldn't feel at ease letting a 15-year-old girl support him. However, Young Miss Han insisted that he stay at home and study hard. Yang Ling had no choice but to agree verbally. When she wasn't around, he would sneak out and wander around like the student who skipped class.
The post office, the carriage and carriage shop, the pawnshop, the monastery, where could he find a job that suited him? Yang Ling racked his brains but could not think of any way to make a fortune. After strolling around for a long time, he raised his head and saw a small wine shop. He went in and cut three taels of spiced beef and a small pot of wine. He tasted it. This wine brewed and fermented from pure grains tasted better than the good wine he had drunk in the big hotels that cost a hundred yuan per bottle. Even if it was not good, the pitiful Yang Ling did not know how to brew wine.
Sigh, when I read novels back then, those people who traveled through time and space really wanted to make a fortune, and someone would rush over to give them money. If they wanted to be an official, the emperor would immediately cry and beg them to be an official. If they wanted to see a beautiful woman, they would meet two or three beautiful women even if they wanted to pay their respects.
Yang Ling had no choice but to finish his wine and pay the seven wens. He walked out of the tavern and gloomily walked on the snowy ground with his hands hidden behind his sleeves, the snow creaking under his feet. This city was actually very prosperous, and the population flow was also very large. However, you should never imagine it as a crowded city. There were definitely not so many people back then.
Therefore, the number of pedestrians coming and going on this bustling street with many shops was actually only scattered. Yang Ling, who was used to making way only when he heard the sound of a horn, did not seem to notice the sound of galloping horses behind him. He continued walking in the middle of the road, and suddenly, his right shoulder was scratched by something. He staggered forward and almost fell to the ground.
She steadied herself and turned her head to look. A date red horse stood beside her with its nose puffed out. Immediately, a delicate shout was heard,"Are you deaf?"
"Eh? How can you be reasonable after bumping into someone?" Yang Ling's anger surged, and he looked at the horse. The hood of his leather hat was lifted to cover his ears, revealing a pink, bright, and charming face. The area near his eyebrows was slightly lighter, but the back was dark and thick. Under his sparkling eyes was a nose that was as smooth as jade, and a small, red cherry mouth.
Yang Ling's eyes lit up. This was the first great beauty he had met since he arrived in ancient times. Her facial features, nose, and lips were alluring, and she had the charm of a true woman. She was only fourteen or fifteen years old, but she was already a beauty. If she was a little older, wouldn't it be great?
Although the young lady was a beautiful girl, she had a more heroic spirit between her eyebrows. Her facial features were not as charming as hers, and the temperament of a simple girl from a mountain village could not be compared to this graceful and noble girl. Looking at the girl's extremely charming eyes on her oval face, it made people understand what a so-called vixen should look like.
She was dressed as a man, with a lake green cape draped over her, revealing a pair of deerskin half-length boots. Her eyebrows were raised as she shouted angrily at Yang Ling. She saw him turn around, wearing a navy blue cotton robe and a green long robe. He was tall, and although he looked refined, his facial features were quite handsome. Most importantly, his eyes were lively and pleasing to the eye. The anger on his face immediately subsided.
"Phew." The horsemanship of a man beside her was obviously not as good as this beautiful girl's. He suddenly pulled the reins of his horse, and the horse's head was raised up with a long neigh. The hoofs of the horse kicked up the snow, and he straightened his butt, steadied his body, and shouted,"What's wrong, sister? Hey, you blind kid, did you bump into my sister?”
This guy was strong enough. He was wearing a mandarin jacket and a purple felt hat. He was in his early twenties, had bronze-colored skin, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. He had an imposing appearance, and his face was filled with pride. He appeared valiant and strong. He charged forward as he spoke, raising the horsewhip in his hand and whipping it at Yang Ling.
This person struck as he wished, and he was extremely ruthless. Yang Ling couldn't dodge in time, afraid that the whip would cut his face. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face. The young lady leaned forward, and the whip in her right hand shook forward. The tip of the whip shot out like a straight line, entangling her brother's whip with a swoosh. She pulled it back, and the whip stopped.
The young girl giggled, her legs pressing against the horse's belly as she approached Yang Ling's side. She said with a smile,""Forget it, brother. I'm a scholar. How can my tender skin withstand your whip? "Hey, scholar, don't be frightened. This lady will let you off this time, hehehe." Her voice was sweet and pleasant to the ear, and her tone contained some kind mockery.
Yang Ling put down his hand and raised his head to meet her delicate face. Her face was as beautiful as a peach blossom. Even with Yang Ling's experience of living through nine lifetimes and having seen countless beautiful women in the video, he was actually attracted by this naturally charming little beauty.
The young lady's bright eyes were full of expressions. She seemed to be used to seeing men's stunned expressions when they first met her. When she saw Yang Ling, her eyes were filled with admiration, but she did not reveal the disgusting, lustful, and greedy expressions of those men. A hint of a smile floated in her eyes, and she stared deeply at him. She turned to the man and said," Brother, let's go, we still have to buy gifts." As he spoke, he pressed his legs against the horse's belly and smiled at Yang Ling." Scholar, make way. I don't want to bump into you again." Amidst her giggles, the date red horse swept past. This young lady's riding skills were truly impressive.
As the delicate figure passed by, Yang Ling caught a whiff of a faint, high-quality, and intoxicating fragrance.
The muscular man, who was as strong as a leopard, glared at Yang Ling and snorted, then followed his sister and left. Yang Ling was not a person who liked to fight, nor did he have the ability to do so. He smiled faintly, and when he saw that the two of them had run far away, he continued to walk forward slowly.
Yang Ling entered the shop as soon as he saw it, strolling around casually, hoping to find some sparks of wisdom that would help him make a fortune. Unfortunately, he could not think of anything that was suitable for the ancients and that he could apply with the current technology. He finally thought of a candied hawthorns, and he saw two old men standing at the corner of the street carrying candied hawthorns on their shoulders.
Yang Ling thought sorrowfully, I wonder if the lamb kebabs from the Western Regions have reached the Central Plains. If they haven't, they might be the only ones I can bring out. But even if he sold meat skewers, how could he make a fortune? The ancients 'food was far more important than taste. Otherwise, the word' color 'would not be placed first among the three things of' color, fragrance, and taste'.
Thinking back, even in his era, kebabs were not considered elegant. People of status drank and interacted with each other. Who would eat a few kebabs? If you asked someone without money to spend a penny to eat a few pieces of meat, he would probably not be willing.
Thinking about how he was wearing a long coat with blue and white stripes, wearing a fake beard, standing beside a smoky iron rack, curling his tongue as he pretended to be a Uighur to attract customers while roasting meat skewers, and Young Lady Han sitting behind him skewering dead rat meat with a bamboo skewer, Yang Ling couldn't help but shudder. How could he make a fortune in this era by relying on this? I won't believe it even if you beat me to death.
Yang Ling walked helplessly and saw a musical instrument shop. He walked in and saw the siblings standing inside. The girl turned around to look when she saw someone coming in. This made it difficult for Yang Ling to leave. Otherwise, he would be mocked for being timid.
The young girl had already removed the hood on her head. She had a beautiful face that was as beautiful as a painting. Her hair was combed into a bun. When she turned around and saw him, the young girl couldn't help but smile. She turned around and cleaned the zither on the table.
Yang Ling didn't know how to play musical instruments, but he couldn't just leave after seeing her, so he pretended to pick up a flute and looked at it, but his eyes couldn't help but secretly glance at the girl.
The young girl was looking down at the zither. It looked like it was indeed a fine zither. It had an ancient color, and its luster was like gold, but not gold. The patterns were very exquisite, and the material used was the best ancient tung wood.
The girl's eyes revealed a look of surprise. She stretched out her slender fingers and gently plucked the strings. A pleasant note immediately sounded in the room. " Hehe, the tone is not bad," the girl said happily. She plucked the first string with a single finger, and the vigorous and tragic notes filled the room.
"Good violin. Boss, how much is this violin?”The boss, who was in his sixties, smiled and said, This zither is an antique from the previous dynasty. If you like it, you can take it for twenty taels of silver."
The girl opened her mouth in surprise and said,""Twenty taels? Although this zither isn't bad, 20 taels is a bit expensive. I think it's only worth 10 taels."
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