Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

Yang Ge knew that the waiter at the grain store must have misunderstood.

So he had to go back and buy food today!

If he doesn't go back, he's afraid that the waiter at the shop will see him next time and report him directly to the official...

After going to the bank, Yang Ge successfully exchanged the twelve-weight silver ingots into five one-two-weight silver coins and five heavy money strings.

After all, he just didn't dare to show Xiuyiwei's waist badge to the magical creature who read as a waiter in a writing shop and wrote as a loudspeaker.

He has no worries about the bank manager... It's hard to say whether a bank manager is tight-lipped or not, but he must be sensible and aware of the importance.

What can be said and what cannot be said, Yang Ge believes that the three words "embroidered clothes guard" will definitely make him think clearly.

Needless to say, carrying a heavy string of money on your body just feels better than a light silver ingot.

Yang Ge listened to the clanking sound of copper coins on his body. As he walked, he couldn't help but hold the bulging money bag around his waist with his hands. The more he walked, the more he walked.

Xiao Huang imitated his steps, and the two of them walked with steps that would make them disown each other.

‘A bushel of corn is worth nineteen cents, a stone is worth one hundred and ninety cents, and ten stones is worth nineteen hundred cents! ’

‘A bushel of barley is thirty cents, one stone is three hundred cents, five stones is fifteen hundred cents! ’

‘Together, that’s 3,400 yuan! ’

‘One tael of silver equals one thousand two hundred cents, and three thousand four hundred cents equals two taels and one thousand cents! ’

As Yang Ge walked, he calculated the money he was about to pay for food. After he figured it out, he lamented: "Making money is like catching ghosts, and spending money is like running water!"

Maybe it was too painful, so I even restrained my pace a lot. I thought to myself: 'After buying so much food, just buy less meat. It's enough to taste it. If you buy too much, you won't be able to save it... How about buying a few pullets now and saving them for laying eggs later? ’

‘This way, even if the price of meat rises again in the future, with the support of eggs, we will not lose the source of protein. ’

‘The old man’s place is spacious and you can raise more chickens and ducks... Well, I’ll bring more chickens and ducks over there tomorrow! ’

The sudden rise in food prices reminded him of what happened to the Xie family earlier.

This gave him a bad feeling. He speculated that the imperial court might be going to use troops against the Tatars again...

Otherwise, wouldn’t the fig leaf used by nobles and nobles to collude with the Tatars and support the self-respect of the banditry be in vain?

Yang Ge was thinking about what supplies he should stock up to deal with possible turmoil when he suddenly noticed the man walking towards him.

The man was wearing a suit of dusty clothes covered with patches that could not cover his shame. His body was so haggard and bone-crunched that it was hard to tell whether he was a middle-aged man in his thirties or early forties.

This man had a piece of straw stuck in his head and pulled a cart slowly along the street with a dull expression. His steps were so erratic that it gave people the feeling that he might fall down at any time and never get up again.

Pedestrians around him stayed away from this man, and couldn't help but look at him with looks of disapproval or pity.

I don't know what happened, but when Yang Ge saw this man's empty eyes, his steps involuntarily slowed down.

He slowly stopped and watched the man staggering past him, looking at the large and small people lying on the cart, wrapped in mats.

"This brother!"

He suddenly spoke and shouted softly.

The man in gray pulled the cart as if he had not heard anything and continued to move forward step by step.

"Big brother!"

Yang Ge took two steps and stepped forward to hold him.

The man in gray clothes turned back to look at Yang Ge blankly, but his eyes could not reflect his figure: "You, your name is me?"

His voice was so erratic that it seemed like it was coming from the other side of the mountain. If it weren't for the close distance, Yang Ge wouldn't be able to hear what he said.

Yang Ge smelled the faint rotten smell on this person, forced himself not to look at the big and small children on the cart, and asked, "How much money do you need to bury them?"

The man in gray looked at him blankly and didn't answer for a long time.

Yang Ge held Xiao Huang and didn't rush him, just waiting patiently.

After a while, the man replied: "Five, five hundred coins?"

Five hundred liters?

Less is a lot.

But where is there enough space to bury the old and the young...

Yang Ge thought for a while, then rubbed his hands on his body and took out two broken silver coins from his belt. Then he took the cold palm of the man in gray and said loudly: "You have to cheer up and look forward." , life will always get better!”

The pedestrians who were slowing down to watch the excitement around him curled their lips in disdain when they heard Yang Ge's useless words, turned around and continued walking.

The man in gray clothes noticed a foreign body sensation coming from the palm of his hand, and he lowered his head to look at his hand.

"Don't look!"

Yang Ge grabbed his hand without letting go, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Take the money and bury them properly... Don't thank me now. If you have spare time in the future, reach out and help those in need." Anyone who helps me is considered to have thanked me."

He let go of the dog leash, slowly tightened his hands on the cold and stiff palms of the man in gray, and pinched the two broken silver coins.

The man in gray couldn't help but glance down. From the silvery light between his fingers and the strange feeling of a foreign body in his palm, he finally knew what he was holding.

"Well, benefactor!"

He choked and held Yang Ge's hands tightly with his backhand, and his empty eyes were quickly submerged in water vapor.

Yang Ge shook his head slightly at him and said softly: "Live well. An old man I respect very much told me that living people should carry the hope of those who are no longer alive, live well, move forward, and never look back..."

After saying that, he forcefully broke away from the man's stiff hand, patted the man's shoulder, picked up the dog leash and left.

The man in gray clothes stood there with tears streaming down his face, watching Yang Ge's back gradually disappear into the sea of ​​people. After a while, he bent his legs, knelt down on the ground with a "pop", and knocked heavily in the direction where Yang Ge disappeared. Three rings.

"Hey, a few words that you shouldn't eat or drink, are they worth knocking on your face?"

…

Yang Ge walked in front into Chaimen Street, leading the way for the grain store clerks who were delivering grain behind.

As he walked, he stroked Xiao Huang's drooping head and comforted him: "Don't be disappointed. Next time, next time dad makes money, he will definitely buy you meat..."

"Xiao Huang!"

An old laughter came from the front.

Yang Ge took a closer look and saw shopkeeper Liu and Mr. Liu Mang.

One is tall and the other is short, one is strong and the other is thin. Standing together, there is an indescribable sense of contrast between the two men.

Short and thin, he is still working hard to make money.

Supporting the tall and strong one...

As soon as he saw Shopkeeper Liu, Xiao Huang's tail that was dragging on the ground suddenly stood up.

Seeing this, Yang Ge simply let go of the dog leash.

Xiao Huang spread his four paws and rushed towards Shopkeeper Liu.

"Ouch, Xiao Huang, you are sinking again. Grandpa can hardly hold you anymore... Why are you wearing this thing today? Is your father bullying you?"

Shopkeeper Liu happily caught Xiao Huang and gently stroked his head and neck. Finally, he suddenly conjured an egg like magic and brought it to Xiao Huang's eyes: "Look, what did grandpa bring you?"

Liu Mang stood aside with his arms crossed and rolled his eyes.