Chapter 47

  "This is a post from the Huang family, Huang Yuanwai is 49 years old this year, his first wife died two years ago, Xiaoying went there as the legitimate wife."

  "But isn't this a bit unfair to Sakura, who is only 17 years old?"

  "What's there to be wronged about? She didn't even enter the house before her husband's family was exterminated, and she was also ravished by mountain bandits. It's already good that Huang is willing to take her in."

  "Huang Yuan's family has a thousand mu of good land at home, and his eldest son is also serving in the guard battalion. I'm afraid we are still not worthy of him."

  Luoye City, Su's house.

  Such a conversation came from a large house. Xiaodie listened at the door for a while, then quietly ran to the backyard and finally entered a dilapidated courtyard.

  In the courtyard, Su Ying was feeding a few carrier pigeons with rice grains.

  "Miss, how can you do such menial chores." Xiaodie rushed over and said: "Miss, do you know or not, the mistress wants to marry you off, to a old man with the surname Huang, his beard is all white."

  "But I did hear something." Su Ying said calmly.

  "But... Miss, how can you marry him? He's old enough to be Little Butterfly's grandfather." Little Butterfly was astonished by Su Qian's calmness.

  "The experiences I've had in life can be passed on to others, and that's good enough. Moreover, this time it was the main room."

  The little butterfly was stunned, not knowing what to say. In fact, Su Qing had been in a bad state since she returned from the frog village, her original house was occupied by the second lady, and she could only be driven to such a dilapidated courtyard of the Su family, and her monthly expenses were also greatly reduced.

  "Miss Ke will still be unhappy in her heart, right?"

  "Of course."

  Su Ying scattered the last handful of rice in her hand.

  At this moment, two people were standing in front of the gate of Luoye City.

  There is a notorious thief named Cheng Dalai, from Qingniu Mountain, Ha Ma Ridge, and Ha Ma Village. He is nicknamed the "Ha Ma King". With a square mouth and wide face, he has black whiskers under his chin. This thief kills people like hemp, with ten evils that cannot be forgiven. Whoever captures him will receive a reward of 150 taels of silver.

  Before entering the city, Cheng Dalai saw a wanted poster of himself at the city gate.

  "Huh, my bounty has increased." Cheng Dairen's face had a pleased expression.

  "This doesn't look like it either, how can we catch people with this." Xu Shenji was very disappointed.

  "Let's go into town!" Cheng Dairen led the horse, looking somewhat spirited.

  In fact, before they even entered the city gate, they were stopped by the guards at the gate.

  "Hey, what's with you? You look just like a wanted outlaw!"

  When the empire was still prosperous, ordinary people were not allowed to move freely. Lu Yin, Gong Yan, Pai Xiao and other documents served as identity certificates, which were necessary for entering the city.

  So what is proof of identity today when imperial power has fallen?

  Cheng Dalai casually stuffed a copper coin into the guard's palm and pointed to the wanted poster on the wall: "Does it look very similar?"

  The guard weighed the copper coins, roughly a few dozen, and quietly stuffed them into his pocket, while still maintaining a stern expression on his face.

  "What are your names and where are you from?"

  "My surname is Ou and my name is Ba, a man from Qingniu Mountain."

  "Oba?" The guard furrowed his brow: "Quite an unusual surname."

  He then pointed at Xu Shenming and asked, "And what's his name?"

  "He's called Ou Ye, he's the uncle of our family." Cheng Da Lei put his arm around Xu Shen Ji's shoulder: "We're here to visit friends in the city, and we hope you can make it convenient for us."

  "Alright, go ahead. Since you're from Qingniu Mountain, you should know that the mountain bandits are causing trouble and it's not safe at night."

  Cheng Dairen burst out laughing and walked into Luoyecity with Xushenji. This was the first city he entered after setting foot in this world, compared to which, Hamao Ridge could only be considered a poor mountain village.

  He walked and looked around, observing the environment of Luoyi City. It had to be said that the city's greening was still quite good, with hundreds of years old trees visible everywhere.

  The business environment in the city is much better than what Cheng Dalai had expected. There are many shops along both sides of the streets, and also many peddlers: flower sellers, cosmetics vendors, vegetable hawkers, firewood carriers, water deliverers...

  Occasionally, one or two horsemen galloped down the long street, earning envious glances from passersby.

  This gaze is all too familiar to Lei, just like when a sports car passes by on the street in his previous life. It seems that vanity has remained the same throughout history.

  Cheng Dali was also leading a horse, but the horse was too thin and didn't look good for sale, so Little Sister didn't bat her eyelashes at him either.

  Walking on the street, brushing shoulders with passersby, actually looking at their clothes can roughly judge their identity.

  Those who wear hemp clothes are undoubtedly slaves and lowly people, those who can wear cotton clothes prove that their family is not bad, if they can wear silk, no need to ask, rich second generation or above...

  So, can't someone start from scratch and become a rich first generation?

  In this era, the class hierarchy is difficult to break through. Many people follow in their parents' footsteps, with officials' ancestors being officials for generations and merchants' ancestors being merchants for generations. Those who are exceptionally talented and can climb step by step to great heights are not unheard of, but they are extremely rare.

  Cheng Darui is not bad, wearing a cotton-padded jacket and leading a horse, with an old servant-like person following behind him. This outfit doesn't say wealthy or noble, but at least the family conditions are not bad...

  At noon, the two of them stayed at an inn called Four Seas Building.

  "Waiter, bring me half a catty of white wine and two catties of beef." Cheng Dalai had just sat down when he let out a loud shout, also showing off his heroic spirit.

  "Boss, we don't have beef here, and... there's a small wine shop, but what is white wine?"

  Cheng Dali

  "It's better I'll do it." Xu Shen cleared his throat: "Arrange a room for us on the upper floor, our horses are tied outside, bring them to the backyard and feed them well. As for food, bring two jugs of yellow wine, half a catty of mutton, half a catty of pork, and catch a few fish to make soup, hurry up."

  "Alright, wait for a moment."

  Cheng Dairen was stunned, it turned out that ordering dishes had so many doors. First of all, cattle were a very important labor force in ancient times, and for a long period, killing cattle was against the law. The history of white wine began with the Yuan Dynasty, although the historical line of this era is somewhat confusing, but Cheng Dairen could at least judge that it was before the Tang Dynasty, so white wine had not appeared yet.

  The young waiter soon brought up the dishes and said: "You two take your time, if you need anything, just let me know at any time."

  "Wait a minute." Cheng Dairen stacked five copper coins on the table.

  "What can I do for you, sir?" The shop assistant smiled and stood aside.

  "Sit down, don't be in a hurry, what dishes does your store have, tell me slowly."

  "I'll stand and chat with you...". The shopkeeper took a deep breath: "Our store has..."

  Cheng Dalai concentrated his mind and spirit, thinking he could hear a native-style dish name, but in fact, there were only over a dozen dishes, with cooking methods limited to steaming, boiling, roasting, and rarely stir-frying.

  Cheng Dali's heart was racing with excitement, feeling as if he had discovered a huge business opportunity.