A clear voice sounded, "It's not that I don't need it, it's not time yet."

Hearing this sound, the people looked over.

In a shed, she was wearing a blue old washing robe and a scholar's bun on her head. The bun was wrapped in a coarse cloth of the same color. She saw a poor scholar at first glance.

The scholar held the noodle bowl and drank the noodle soup.

After drinking it, it seemed that it was not satisfying its cravings. I licked the soup at the corner of my mouth and smacked my lips with my eyes closed and enjoyed it.

"good."

"Lizhou's face is comparable to the imperial city."

“It tastes great.”

As he said that, he looked at the boss, "Boss, check out!"

Pull your hands into your sleeves.

The boss came over and said, "Customer, two cents."

"Oh, wait."

The scholar stretched his hand into his sleeve, grabbed and dug it, and it seemed that the silver was difficult to take out.

The boss looked at it, his face from the beginning to the stiffness behind, and then to the ugly thing now.

It is obvious that the boss thinks the scholar is eating a king meal.

"This guest official..."

"Hey!"

The scholar took out a purse and took out the money inside, "two papers."

The boss's face immediately turned cloudy, "Thank you, thank you, guest."

He took the money with both hands and smiled happily.

The scholar stood up and walked outside, as if he wanted to take a good walk.

However, he was surrounded as soon as he walked out.

"Brother, you just said that it was not yet here, what's the point?"

"Yes, how did you know that Nanjia is not yet here?"

"Did you guess what Nanjia wants to do?"

"Brother, you have to talk to us carefully."

“…”

The people who surrounded the scholars were not messy people, but those literati and poets who usually care about the great affairs of their family, country, and the world.

They block the scholars one by one, so that they cannot move forward or retreat.

The scholar was not anxious, raised his hand and said calmly: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious."

Everyone calm down.

The scholar said: "Let's find a place to chat about this."

“Talk.”

"Hey! Yes! Chat."

"Let's go to Yujinglou."

"Let's go and chat there."

“…”

Everyone went to Yujinglou together, and soon the streets were lively and resumed.

At this time, the man standing in front of a small toy stall was holding a grasshopper made of bamboo silk and asked the vendor, "How to sell this?"

"Three cents."

"I want one."

The money was paid, and the man walked into the crowd with a leisurely step.

And in the crowd, something was running around under the feet of the people, and it was extremely fast.

The people don’t know, only the man holding the grasshopper knows it.

He looked ahead, listened to the voices of the people around him, and looked at the things on both sides, like ordinary people wandering around, without any strangeness.

In front, things that were shuttled by the feet of the people were freely slipping from here to there, from there to here.

Suddenly, it got into a vendor car selling sugar cakes.

A furry head was revealed, looking at the vendor's car and sniffing it.

Obviously, the sugar cakes on the vendor's car attracted it.

Some people came over and stood in front of the vendor's car and asked for sugar cakes. It shrank its head back and hid under the sugar cake car.

Shang Liangyue looked at the little thing lying under the sugar cake car and listening to the movements outside with her ears erect, and was helpless.

There is nothing wrong. The man holding the bamboo grasshopper is Shang Liangyue.

And this little thing hiding under the sugar cake car is vain.

And the poor scholar who was surrounded by several literati and poets just now was Chang Xiao.

Indeed, Shang Liangyue is rare today.

As soon as she came out, she met her nemesis, Chang Xiao.
Chapter completed!