The Farming Life of the God of Time Traveling

Song Qishu also felt that something must happen after entering the city, although he agreed with his words, his heart was moved, and he laughed, "Let's go, instead of talking about these things, it's better to go into the city and have a look."

After giving the tea money, they still decided to enter the city as soon as possible after thinking twice, but they were stopped by armed men as soon as they arrived at the door.

Yue Jing understood this, and after whispering a few words, the city guard just asked where they came from, and then easily let them into the city, it was not as difficult as imagined.

Song Qishu breathed a sigh of relief, "Looking at his posture, I thought he was going to check the household registration, but I didn't expect to ask a few casually. It's much better than those cities before."

Yue Jing glanced at his little money and sighed, looking at the sky helplessly, "That's because I secretly stuffed money into another city guard."

"It's so easy to talk to me." Yue Jing opened his mouth, but still swallowed the sentence "How much did you give me?" Forget it, let's not poke the wound.

This Kyoto is different from ordinary places. It is bustling and bustling, and even the merchants have various skin colors. It is said that there are trading envoys from outside countries who will sell some glassware, tobacco and alcohol brought by large ships. It is very popular among people in Kyoto, especially glassware. Although fragile, it is beautiful and transparent, and there is an endless stream of people buying it.

Although Kyoto is full of blood and rain, it does not affect the lives of these common people. Each of them has a happy expression on their faces, doing what they should do, and there are even few people in rags.

Song Qishu came here for the first time, looked around for a long time, and bought a bunch of food, seeing Yue Jing's leisurely look, he seemed to have really returned home, calm and not as curious as he was, "Are you really from Kyoto? Then your family is an official, right?"

It is said that in this kind of place, if you catch him casually, you will be a petty official, and Yue Jing is really well dressed, otherwise the robbers would not have found him at first sight.

I bought a pearl hairpin for the beauty in my arms and put it on, making the other party happy. Yue Jing didn't expect him to ask such a question, "It's about the same, but my parents usually don't care about me, they just let me live on my own." Mie, don't look at the expensive clothes I wear, but these are all earned from my business."

"Are you still in business? Don't look at me like that. Anyone who sees you will probably think of a dude, not a businessman. It's just a stereotype. Don't worry about it." Song Qishu knew he was wrong when he saw the other party staring at him. After talking, quickly explain that he didn't mean that, and hope he doesn't care.

Yue Jing was a little surprised. Since ancient times, there were many flatterers around him, but such a direct person was rare. Moreover, he had a good eye for this person. Coupled with the similar age of the two, he had the heart to make friends.

"No, no, you're right. They really think so. I can't say that it doesn't exist. To be honest, my business is far away from here. In the south of the Yangtze River, where the silk is the best, I left home. With the only little money left, I went to Jiangnan to open a silk and satin shop, and now the scale is not bad, and I have made a lot of money."

"Jiangnan? Song Qishu was stunned. It's a coincidence that you can meet people related to Jiangnan here.

Yue Jing was surprised by his reaction, "Yes, Jiangnan, where the water and soil support people, look at my little beauty, how tender, have you been there?"

It's not that he planned to run halfway and failed. If he hadn't run away at that time, he would probably have gone to the south of the Yangtze River with old man Li Bai Ze now.

"I will go there when I have a chance. I forgot to introduce myself. My surname is Song, Song Qishu." Song Qishu smiled. It is also good to make friends. Seeing that he is so comfortable in the capital, if you can get his help to handle affairs Should be much more convenient.

Yue Jing nodded and remembered it. He has few friends but if he has friends, he must be close to each other, so when he mentioned friends, he only regarded them as the other party's whim. They don't even know each other. How can friends be like this? It's too casual to be friends.

As soon as the two of them entered the city, their vision was covered by a sea of ​​flowers. He pulled one of them to ask and found out that it happened that the largest merchant had brought many southern flowers these days, and people in this country pay attention to tricks. God brings blessings for his family, so pots of flowers are placed at the door of every house, no matter the variety, no matter how high or low, it is enough to be pleasing to the eye.There are even pots of flowers from the homes of wealthy people lined up from the door to the market.

In order to be lucky, the vendors in the market also put a simple vase on their stalls and inserted a few lovely wild flowers, just to celebrate, and they couldn't afford to buy those.

Yue Jing and Song Qishu liked the smell of flowers, so they stayed in the streets and alleys for a while, and when they left the streets, they were stuffed with some peonies unique to Kyoto by the flower sellers.

"They say that there is a God of Flowers, maybe it's not fabricated. People's beliefs are endless, and it's not impossible to create gods." Song Qishu sighed with emotion when he was shocked by the refreshing charm.

Touching his nose, his eyes turned around those beautiful girls, Yue Jing also murmured, "I haven't come back for a long time. Even the girls are so fresh, help me quickly, I'm going to be drowned!"

The prosperity here is in stark contrast to the bleakness of the prisoners who were taken away just now.

Seeing that everyone looked over, the little beauty pouted, dissatisfied with holding Yue Jing's arm to let him leave those women for a while, "Master, you are confused again, we are here to find someone, not to see girls. "

Yue Jing rubbed his nose and was stunned, he was just temporarily fascinated.

But she struggled with it for a long time, and from the way the people around her looked at him, she could tell what they were imagining. It was probably a son of a prominent family who was carrying the expectations of his parents, but he was lingering in the flowers, which was really hateful and annoying.

"Ahem, little beauty, you are right. Let's go to Uncle's house. I have a letter before. Uncle should know that I am here. Brother Song, do you want to come together?" Go to the mansion on one side.

uncle?Song Qishu looked at him suspiciously, almost thinking that he was not clear-headed, but he couldn't directly question him, so he caught up with him and stopped in front of a mansion.

Glancing at the several pots of precious flowers and the large plaque of "Lianfu" placed beside the stone lion at the door, Song Qishu asked, "Do you really have an uncle?"

"I still have a lot of uncles, do you want to experience it?" Yue Jing snorted twice proudly, and in a blink of an eye he looked like a white-faced scholar again, beckoning him to knock on the door.

Without further ado, Song Qishu stepped forward and knocked on the door, which was also beneficial to him. If it was true, he probably wouldn't need to stay in an inn today after taking refuge with this uncle. Naturally, living in the mansion is more comfortable than living in an inn.

The old housekeeper, Uncle Ma, opened the door. Everyone went to enjoy the flowers today. The master saw that they wanted to join in the fun, so he gave them a holiday. He was taking a rare afternoon nap, but he was disturbed by knocking on the door, so he talked casually. Pulling off his outer shirt, he opened the door impatiently with two servants.

"I already said that I will decline the visit today, why are you... Young Master?" Ignoring the strange man at the side, the housekeeper, Uncle Ma, stared at Yue Jing self-consciously. I took a few steps closer.

"Hey! What a son! Go and inform the master quickly, and say that Master Yue is here. Master, you go this way with the old slave."

So Song Qishu took Yue Jing's light and followed him into the mansion, although they all ignored his existence collectively.

Master Lian came out in a hurry, held Yue Jing up and looked around, as if he was about to see a flower, finally it was Uncle Ma who woke him up with a cough, "Bian Zhi, I just said that you are here today. Back in the capital, your aunt still doesn't believe it, so here you go! How are your parents?"

Yue Jing bowed respectfully, and said with a smile on his face, "It's all good, it's just that my father keeps talking about the plum wine you brewed by Uncle, and he can't fall asleep thinking about it."

Sir Lian's loud laughter resounded throughout the mansion, and his eyes turned red with a smile, "Your father is so greedy, I'll have someone bring him a few jars back tomorrow, no, let's just do it today, Uncle Ma, you Hurry up and send someone to prepare, choose the best of my few altars, and go quickly."