Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 441 Desolate Wind and Cold Rain

The mountains are high and the waters are long. Ji Yuan rides a white horse with a bullfighting cloud eagle.

Mighty across several states!

In a blink of an eye, the beginning of spring has passed, and the rainy season is approaching.

The dense humidity and sticky chill turned into a bone-chilling mist that enveloped the surrounding fields.

Many pedestrians walked on the muddy road, with one deep foot and one shallow foot, for fear of slipping and falling, it seemed very difficult.

Going further, it is the junction of Lantian County and Tongchuan County, where there is a rather large market called "Pu'an".

Originally it was just a slightly famous firewood city, where four or five people were allowed to do some small businesses of wheat straw, hard firewood, and local coal.

As the saying goes, firewood cannot be sold for thousands of miles.

Remote villages are sparsely populated, and long-distance trafficking of firewood and charcoal is taboo, and they are extremely prone to accidents.

Therefore, woodcutters and charcoal workers often look for a spacious place near the county seat to trade and exchange with their acquainted neighbors and folks.

Use less money and more barter.

For example, exchange half a catty of millet for eight or nine bundles of dry firewood, two bags of beans for a few pieces of tofu, and so on.

After several years of operation, Pu'an gradually became popular, and there were big stalls such as grain market, vegetable market, and mule horse market.

Especially during the twelfth lunar month market, all the Zhuangzi with a radius of hundreds of miles, those merchants, shopkeepers, dental dealers, and horse dealers will gather here.

At the busiest time, there were more than 500 people, and they gradually dispersed in the first half of each session.

"What the hell is the weather, the cold air goes straight into the neck! It's like soaking in water, if you don't warm it up later, your hands and feet will be stiff!"

Several Yalang who walked together complained.

They were employed by the Sijun dental shop in Zhoucheng, mainly looking for cars, hiring boats, mules and horses, and occasionally doing small business in fish, salt, bean and grain.

Under the rule of the Jing Dynasty, the dental industry was divided into two types: official and private.

There are many conditions for official teeth, but it is a business.

It must be approved by the government before it can be operated, and it must pay a heavy tax.

Especially when it comes to freight, salt and iron, there must be a document book stamped with the customs seal, which is used to register the names of the merchants' residences, and to report to the Yamen. There are many steps.

If you have private teeth, you don't have to pay so much attention, but if you are caught by the government, you will inevitably be imprisoned, ranging from beating the board to ransacking the house, to exile or beheaded.

"This Pu'an market has become bigger and bigger in recent years. It not only has a daily market, a morning market, and a lunar market, but also secretly... handles the 'ghost market' business! Its reputation has spread throughout the city of Anzhou!"

A Yalang lowered his voice and whispered.

"Ghost market? Luo Dalang is really capable, he can live and eat both black and white!

His hands are not strong enough, and when he meets those ruthless characters who rob graves and dig up graves to make money, they have already been swallowed up to the bone! "

The elder Garo sighed.

The so-called ghost market is also called Lushuiji, which means that stalls open before dawn.

At the beginning, some unworthy descendants of shabby households or officials were impoverished and could only rely on the bottom line of the seller to survive.

In order not to show their faces and provoke ridicule, they rushed to find a dark corner to set up a stall before dawn.

Later, it attracted the imitation of others, because the goods in their hands could not see the light, so they could only go this way.

After such a long period of time, a ghost market with a mixture of three religions and nine streams has been formed.

"Who knows who is behind the mountain? A few years ago, he was an unknown Orion, and suddenly he became a fortune, and suddenly became a leading figure in the county!"

There is also Yalang's sour tone, which reveals a bit of envy and jealousy.

The land of Anzhou has plenty of rain, and it is luxuriant to support people. If you cultivate a piece of land, you will never starve to death.

But also because God rewards food, there have been no reckless heroes with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, far inferior to Jingzhou, which is strong in martial arts.

Holding Pu'anji in his hand, Luo Dalang, who is respected by Green Forest Road, is already a very imposing local snake in Anzhou!
"It's here! I wonder if there are any rooms in the inn? There are really too many idlers going to the market this time!"

The elder Yalang looked worried, and Pu'anji was an inn with two entrances.

It would be fine on weekdays, but it has been raining continuously in spring, and several streams have swelled, making the road muddy.

Those merchants who sell horses and drive mules are afraid of the slippery hooves of their animals, so they dare not go further to the village, and they all crowded here, making a mess and making noise.

As soon as these Yalang arrived at the gate of the market, they had already heard all kinds of strange market slang cursing God.

"My fellow, what's the matter? Why don't you go to the inn and tea house to hide from the rain, why are you standing?"

The young Yaro asked curiously.

"Hehe, thinking about it, Luo Dalang's business is getting bigger and bigger, and he looks down on the mosquito meat in Pu'anji, so he started to drive people away!

We poor people who walk around the streets, how can we fit into an inn without fear of dirtying the floor tiles inside! "

This complaining, cynical voice came from the wet shopkeeper.

After being drenched in the cold rain for most of the day, it's no wonder that he spoke so harshly.

"What the hell is going on?"

The elder Yalang was like a slippery fish, going in and out, asking around, and finally understood the situation.

It turned out that this inn was reserved by someone, and there was no way to give up another room. The shopkeeper and the waiter were also stubborn, and directly turned all the guests out of the hotel.

"Where did you get a big Buddha? Make such a big show?!"

The elder Yalang was muttering, but he heard a sound of horse bells.

He stood on tiptoe, stretched his neck and looked towards the south, and saw eight or nine escort carts struggling on the road, with a total of twenty or so escorts following behind, stuck in the mud.

The line formed a long line, and the drivers were old-fashioned, but the wheels still sank into the bad road and were difficult to pull out.

Those twenty or so hands are also very strong, and they can push with all their strength.

The elder Yalang's eyelids twitched, and he noticed the deep ruts left by the escort cart in the mud, which showed how heavy the escort cart was!

The leading bodyguard is a skinny old man, with wrinkles on his face like a knife-cut stone, gray hair all over his head, and his eyes are shining brightly, obviously his martial arts are good.

Such a group of people directly entered Pu'anji, and the aura they exuded scattered the swarming crowd.

"Master Luo in Pu'anji, is he still in the dart business?"

The young Yaro wondered.

"I just took a look at the banner, it looks like an escort agency in Jingzhou."

The elder Yalang felt something was wrong, he tightened his drenched gown, inexplicably feeling like a storm was coming.

When the escort car arrived at the door of the inn, the shopkeeper brought a few assistants and spread out a roll of blankets on the spot.

Such an attitude provoked some people in the crowd to jokingly laugh:

"Could it be that your father is escorted by the escort car, so filial, bowing his head and bowing his head, he is afraid of getting mud on your father's feet?"

As soon as this remark came out, there was a burst of laughter.

"I know that you are full of resentment, but there is nothing you can do. In the business field, people come first and come first, and the next business has to be done.

Thirty miles ahead of this Pu'anji, there is its own Zhuangzi, and it is not a problem to find a thatched house for some money.

Why get together and squeeze here, suffering from cold rain and cold wind! "

The innkeeper was not angry, and bowed his hands and said some polite words.

Immediately, he asked the escort's staff to unload the box and take out the goods inside.

Seeing that Pu'anji really couldn't entertain them, those peddlers and vendors had no choice but to curse a few more times and discuss with each other where to stay.

"Eight-treasure chicken heart cup? God, if this is the real thing, then half of the county can't be bought!"

The elder Yalang had some sharp eyesight, and out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the bodyguard taking out the wooden box.

When the lid was opened, there was actually a set of teacups inside. The surface was painted with a wheel snail canopy and flower pot fish intestines, collectively known as the Eight Treasures.

The pattern "Eight Auspiciousness" formed by the combination of these eight kinds of instruments can eliminate disasters and solve difficulties, which is a rare treasure.

If he hadn't been the palm eye of the pawnshop in his early years, it would be difficult to recognize him.

The shopkeeper didn't hide it, just smiled and said:
"Guest officer has good eyesight, this is indeed the real thing, and it is specially used to make tea for distinguished guests."

The older shopkeeper's steps slowed down, and he was really curious who was the person who made Pu'an gather and mobilize the crowd?
The truly amazing dragon crossing the river should never choose this remote place to rest.

After all, it's just a county fair, no matter how prosperous it is, it can't get rid of its reputation as a village.

Immediately afterwards, the elderly Yalang saw a group of people holding various objects in silk veils.

For example, copper stove with animal heads, treasured ambergris, emerald jade pillows, and silk robes.

These luxurious expenses for food, clothing, housing and transportation are sent to the upper room of the inn like flowing water.

"Tsk tsk, what a rich and noble style!"

The old peddler shook his head, thinking that Luo Dalang had a lot of ambitions, why did he invite such a big Buddha?

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The rain became more and more deserted, and a large carriage slowly drove in after the people gathered in Pu Anji dispersed.

Several young women in veiled veils floated out, stepping on the clean carpet.

Afterwards, the curtain was lifted, revealing a handsome white face, it was Luo Yuzhen who left Beijing at the same time as Ji Yuan.

Next to him was a little sick, one big and one small, jumped out of the carriage and stepped into the inn.

There was a firepit in the front hall, and because the dry wood was damp, the room was filled with the smell of pine oil.

The shopkeeper picked up the cotton curtain used to keep out the cold at the door, held the lamp in the other hand, bowed and said:
"Mr. Luo's presence here really makes Pu'an's ponies shine!
The place is shabby, there is nothing to entertain the young master, only a few local vegetables, and please invite the young master Haihan. "

On the large table in the middle, dishes and chopsticks are already prepared.

The dishes are really average, a tail of river fish, a piece of white water tofu, a bowl of dried spiced shreds, and a plate of dried bamboo shoots.

The victory is clean and flavorful, but it is not considered negligent.

"Luo is already very satisfied to be able to eat these things in the cold and rainy camp.

Tell your master that he wants to get involved in the matter of the Liaodong trade route, and Luo agrees.

But success or failure depends on their own means, and Luo can't guarantee it.

But there is no righteousness in buying and selling, and Luo is willing to make friends with him. "

The third young master of Tongbao Bank, Xu has experienced a lot of hardships along the way, and he is much more stable in speaking and doing things, and he is no longer as frivolous and jumpy as he was in Tianjing.

He smiled slightly, rubbed the jade finger of his left hand, and sat at the polished table with Xiao Bing.

It really has the temperament of a wealthy family and a big businessman.

"My master guards Pu'anji, and has always wanted to open up business routes, but Jingzhou has a thriving martial arts practice, there are many martial arts gyms, and he is extremely xenophobic, and looks down on Anzhou.

I went in several times to seek cooperation but hit a wall!

Mr. Luo intends to plant a flag in, start a new business firm, and open up several prefectures in Liaodong... Such courage really makes my master admire him! "

The innkeeper bent over, smiled and said a few beautiful words, and then said:

"Not to mention anything else, my master's name is not bad in Anzhou, and he has friends in both black and white, and they are willing to sell face.

Mr. Luo's purchase of grain, rice, oil, salt, cloth, or caravan travel across mountains and mountains is absolutely unimpeded, without any omissions! "

Luo and Zhen remained calm, just took the fish with their chopsticks and put it into the bowl of the sick man.

Then, casually said:

"Luo Dalang is the local snake in Anzhou, a great hero who responds to everyone.

If you want to find a capable helper, step into Jingzhou City and calm down those Jianghu people who are always fighting.

He must be the first choice! "

The innkeeper's eyes lit up, and he said quickly:
"My master is on the way, and he heard that Mr. Luo is very good at antiques, especially the ones with extraordinary origins, old ones that were once made by famous masters.

Therefore, I specially asked for an authentic painting of Shen Haishi, a ghost fairy, called "A Chinese Ghost Story", and gave it to Luo Gonggong as a meeting gift! "

Luo Yuzhen took a mouthful of dried bamboo shoots, nodded calmly and said:
"Luo Jia Dalang is a fastidious person, and it is difficult to make a trip in this cold rain.

Luo Mou simply stayed here for three or four days, and by the way saw the famous Pu'an Ghost City in Anzhou! "

The innkeeper was overjoyed, and the order he got was to hook the third young master of Tongbao Bank.

Luo Jia Dalang is just a local snake in Anzhou. If he can take advantage of the relationship with the relatives of the Tianjing Emperor, no matter whether he is accepted or not, he will have the capital to talk about tiger skins in the future.

Furthermore, planting the flag in Jingzhou, opening up Liaodong, building a new business... This sounds like a big deal!

Now don't fawn on and hold your thighs tightly, and strive for a share of the action.

If I think about it later, even if I carry a pig's head, it will be difficult to find the temple gate!

"The little one won't disturb Mr. Luo's meal.

If you need anything, please ask. "

The innkeeper exited the front hall in a very sensible manner, and several young maids sat around a table, eating food slowly.

"I've got a minor illness, look at me just now, how much of Ji Jiulang's bearing do I have?"

After the shopkeeper left, Luo Yuzhen relaxed her shoulders, lowered her head and asked in a low voice.

His expressionless way of expressing emotions and anger is exactly what he learned from Ji Yuan.

"It's not quite like Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji's words will be more flat, but his tone will be sharper.

Brother Luo, you are so good-looking, you are not as cold as Mr. Ji, and your eyes are like knives cutting flesh, so people dare not look directly at them. "

Xiaobing sat upright, put down his chopsticks and spoke seriously.

"Brother Ji looks at the wolf as an eagle, with a natural face of a hero, when I first saw him, I also felt a little scared.

It wasn't until later that I realized that Brother Ji had a cold face and a warm heart, and he was a true hero who drew his sword when he saw injustice!

He is the kind of powerful person who wants to do great things. Before he leaves Beijing, he beats the general Zhong Xungui in the martial arts hall, breaks into the patrol camp and beheads the prince and guest minister!

Now at the top of the list, with one enemy and two shots, he killed the two holy kings of the Holy League... During my journey, I seldom hear people say that Ji Xiong is not worthy of his name. "

Luo and Zhen said softly.

He and Ji Yuan separated on their way, met in Jingzhou, and entered Baishan Heishui.

It is different from the ups and downs of the thousands of households in Beizhen Fusi who have been robbed repeatedly.

Luo and Zhen walked smoothly and calmly, and they didn't even meet any thieves cutting the path along the way.

This disappointed Luo Sanlang, who wanted to experience the pleasures of the world.

"Mr. Ji is coming to Anzhou soon, brother Luo, if you wait a few days, we should be able to meet you."

Xiaobing had already eaten two large bowls, wiped his mouth and said.

"I hope, who knows what kind of trouble he will run into. Brother Ji often invites disaster, but he is always in danger."

Luo and Zhen narrowed their eyes and joked:
"I really don't know whether to call him the God of Plague or the Star of Disaster."

(End of this chapter)