Daming prepares the emperor

Mu Ying got up very early, set off from home, rode to the commander's mansion, handed the reins to the servant, and told him to take the horse and feed it before entering the door, and followed the path to Zhu Biao's yard.

After the meeting yesterday, Zhu Yuanzhang asked him to stay and assigned him a task, that is, to accompany Zhu Biao to go out today, the destination is the Temple of the City God, and the time is from sunrise to sunset.

Although she didn't quite understand why Zhu Biao wanted to go to the Temple of the City God, Mu Ying didn't intend to ask any more questions. Anyway, he just did what he did. Can the adoptive father harm Biao'er and himself?

The sun is shining today, the breeze is warm, the morning sun is not so hot, it is warm on the body, the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest in the courtyard are trembling slightly, reflecting the light slightly, there is an inexplicable and relaxing feeling Cozy atmosphere.

Seeing that Zhu Biao hadn't come out yet, Mu Ying sat down on the stone bench, arranged the weapons on her body, took out the special knife, wire, dagger, etc., and wiped them several times with a handkerchief.

After a while, the door opened.

Zhu Biao came out with a small bag and asked, "Brother, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet. Shall we eat at the handsome mansion, or go out?"

"Go out and eat." Zhu Biao said, "I invite you, let's go to the market to eat wontons."

This is the advantage of starting from scratch. If they are wealthy nobles for generations or royal families who have ruled for a hundred years, most of them will not have such casual eating habits.

As for Zhu Yuanzhang, he himself likes to buy sesame seed cakes outside, so how can he prevent Zhu Biao and Mu Ying from going out to fight teeth.

"Biao'er is old enough to invite my brother to dinner." Mu Ying smiled, "I have to loosen my belt and eat a few more bowls, which will cost you a lot."

"The wool comes from the sheep. Anyway, it's all my father's money. I don't feel bad about it."

The two chatted and laughed out of the handsome mansion. During the period, Liu Chubai wanted to follow up, but was sent back by Zhu Biao.

In recent years, it has grown more and more beautiful. Its fur is snow-white, its eyes are bright blue, its limbs are strong and thin, its movements are as smooth as the wind, and when it is quiet, it also has a calmness and explosiveness that is about to hunt. Fangou, it's too ostentatious to take it out, not even a little bit concealed.

If you have to say it, you can also rub it with ashes and soil, and decorate it with mud dots, so that the gap between it and ordinary dogs will be much smaller, but Zhu Biao will inevitably have to wash the dog when he comes back, which is too troublesome , It made him want to quit, so he threatened to "ignore you" and exchanged a few bones to make him give up.

Not long after, they arrived at the edge of the morning market.

In Yingtian Mansion in the morning, apart from the city gate where many people rush in to visit relatives, deliver goods, and go to the market, the morning market is the most lively and crowded here.

There are three or five teahouses and one or two taverns on the street. The ground is kept clean, free from oil and smoke stains. There are some stalls on the side of the road selling silk flower hairpins, fruits and vegetables, children's toys, pastries and nuts and other small things.In addition to the street stalls, there are also many food stalls, all with steaming cauldrons, selling noodles, sesame cakes, wonton haggis and other foods.

Zhu Biao and Mu Ying were well prepared, wearing ordinary clothes, they easily blended into the crowd, wandering around following the cries of sales.

It is not urgent to go to Chenghuang Temple, not to mention that the distance is not far and the time is loose.So they played very relaxed.Zhu Biao bought a small bamboo basket as a bag, filled it with various candies and biscuits, and planned to distribute them to his younger brothers and sisters when he went home.Muying saw several beautiful hairpins and asked Zhu Biao for his opinion, and the two decided to buy them and give them to Ma Xiuying.

As for Comrade Zhu, there were no presents—he couldn't pick anything he liked.

When I came out, I said I was eating wontons, but after shopping, I was thirsty. When I saw the tofu shop, Zhu Biao took Mu Ying into the shop.

The roof of the shop is supported by tarpaulins and bamboo poles. Inside are long wooden benches and tables with some slight pits. There is a pot in the upper left corner, and there are fried sticks in a frame beside the pot, dripping oil. Put it in a small tin box.

This pot was used by an old man, and he waved the two long chopsticks extremely smoothly in his hands. He emptied the fritters as soon as he scooped them up, set the plate, put some pickles on the side quickly, and started serving them on the table.

There is another pot in the upper right corner, which contains bubbling soybean milk. An old woman scoops soybean milk with a big wooden spoon, bowl after bowl without stopping. After adding sugar, she serves it to the guests and smiles. Wipe your hands on your apron.

Although the environment here is not as good as a restaurant, it is also very hygienic, with a lot of fragrance, and seeing the smiles of the old couple, it is more intimate, and the big pottery bowls are very comfortable.

Zhu Biao ordered five deep-fried dough sticks and two bowls of soy milk, and sat down with Mu Ying in a corner seat.

They came late, and they waited a little longer before it was their turn to eat.

During this process, suddenly a young man with a shoulder pole came over, saw the owner and his wife, and greeted them in surprise.

"Uncle Hu! Aunt Yu! How did you start a business?"

"Xiao Zhao!" Old man Hu grinned, "Why are you here? Your mother asked you to go to the market? Why are you still carrying a pole?"

"No, the tree in my house bears fruit. There are so many peaches that I can't finish eating them. My mother asked me to bring them over to sell some. After a few hours, they were all sold out. No, I'm planning to go back."

After explaining, he continued: "My mother asked me to give you some as well, can I send it over at night?"

"Okay, okay!" Granny Yu put down the sugar bowl in her hand, and said happily, "This year's harvest is good, and the fruit is also good, really good!"

"Hey, you haven't told me yet, Uncle Hu doesn't farm anymore?"

"No more planting." Old Madam Yu said, "The land is rented out, and we will start a small business."

"It's very prosperous, that's okay, there are so many guests!" Xiao Zhao said, also sat on the bench, put down the shoulder pole, rubbed his hands together and said, "Aunt Yu, let me have a bowl of soy milk too, put more sugar. "

"Then wait, I'll talk about it after I fuck these two."

Old lady Yu smiled and brought two bowls of soy milk in front of Zhu Biao. She was old and her eyes were not bad. She saw Zhu Biao Muying clearly at once, and found that they had outstanding temperament and were not ordinary people.But she didn't have any idea, after all, she and old man Hu were ordinary people, and they had never committed any crimes or provoked anyone. They just thought that this was their own delicious food, and the dignitaries didn't dislike it, so they were a little happier at the moment.

The old man Hu finished his work, stood by the pot, and said loudly: "Xiao Zhao, let me tell you that the elders say that good people are rewarded with good things, that's true. I can have money to open a shop here, that's There are immortals to help!"

The guests in the shop, including Zhu Biao, all raised their ears, lifted their faces from the bowls, looked away from the food, and looked at Old Man Hu either directly or veiledly.

The poor get rich overnight, the rich go bankrupt overnight, wives steal, husbands cheat, street quarrels, alley catching thieves, these things have always been talked about and become interesting.

Old man Hu's words also contain elements of mythology and ghosts, how can it not make people curious.

Sensing everyone's attention, the old man Hu's face turned rosy, coughed a few times, and told the story he had told others many times: "It was a night when the dogs fell asleep... After I came home from outside, As soon as I lay down, someone knocked on the door..."

After such a long time, this story has been processed by time and has been gradually perfected. When told by old man Hu, it has ups and downs, beginning and end, and the details are true. It really attracted Zhu Biao for a while.

He listened and found that the beggar in the story seemed to have been seen somewhere. When he heard that the beggar claimed to be quite mixed, and the poor monk, the poor Taoist and I all used it, he realized that it was Zhou Dian!

Unexpectedly, when he first came to Yingtian Mansion, he would have such an encounter.

The old man Hu was still talking: "Then, my wife looked down, and the radish leaves and radish stalks turned into gold!"

There was a gasp and hiss in the shop, and everyone's eyes widened in disbelief that such a thing could happen.

"Look at me, an ordinary old man, how can I have the money to sell soy milk in such a place where every inch of gold and land is so precious? Of course it's an adventure, otherwise I won't be able to save enough money in eight lifetimes."

Several people who knew the land market couldn't help but nodded.

The old lady Yu said disgustedly: "You know what to say. It's because the fairy has a kind heart and gives you something good. You can put it on the pole and weigh it yourself, and you don't even look at the weight!"

She said so in her mouth, but everyone could see that her smile was getting bigger and bigger. Obviously, the old lady was also happy. She was happy for the money and the fate. It was a bit showing off, but it was more simple. cute.It is as gratifying as a radish in the field proudly showing its red color.

Muying secretly asked Zhu Biao: "Biaoer, is this true?"

Zhu Biao also whispered: "I don't think it's fake, Mr. Zhou is indeed such a person, he can do this."

At this time, old man Hu said that the immortal went to the town of demons in the end, and they might see each other again in the future, and thank you very much.

This gave Zhu Biao evidence and reassured him.It's not good for the two old men to have a lot of money in their pockets, as it attracts gangsters who can't deal with it, but with the addition of a demon town, few people can't think about stealing and committing murder.

The deep-fried dough sticks have been wiped out, half of the soy milk has gone down, and the surrounding voices are noisy. After a story, everyone's atmosphere is much more harmonious, chatting with each other, it's almost noon, and the breakfast shop is about to close.

Xiao Zhao said: "Speaking of the town of demons, you may not know it. My house is close to it. Yesterday morning, beside the small river in front of the gate, the priests moved a stone bridge over."

"Can the bridge still be moved?" Someone asked immediately.

"Of course ordinary people can't do it, but Taoists are different. I heard that Taoism's magic can do anything."

"Hey, don't you believe me, I've seen that bridge too." One person continued, "The style is a bit old, but it's still very beautiful. It's very majestic. It's built on top of the river, so it's much more convenient to walk on."

"It's pretty, but it's kind of evil."

"Yes, I heard that in the middle of the night, it will move by itself, and the fish in the river will chat with it."

"Is it a monster? Report it to the Monster Town Office."

"It was put down by the town demon, so why should I report it?"

"Even if it's a monster, it's still a good monster. I don't know if it's moving in the middle of the night. The widow next door to me accidentally fell into the water when she was washing clothes. She thought she was going to die, but a wave broke up in the river and took her away. Send it to the shore, nothing happened."

The crowd was amazed again.

Mu Ying also looked at Zhu Biao again, a little curious.

"It's a very powerful spiritual creature, I'll tell you about it later."

Mu Ying nodded, looking forward to it, he has the desire to know everything about Zhu Biao.

After handing over the money to old man Hu, they left the morning market and walked to the city gate without revealing their identities.

Back then when he went to Yanque Lake, it was Wu Pin who erased Mu Ying's memory. He and Zhu Biao had known each other at that time, and they were on guard against each other, and they were afraid that outsiders would interfere, so they used magic.

Zhu Biao didn't know his own situation, and hadn't met Zhang Zhong and Liu Bowen, so he didn't tell Mu Ying the truth without authorization.Later, Mu Ying went to fight everywhere and didn't have time to spend more time with Zhu Biao, so Zhu Biao didn't have time to talk about it. Now that he had the opportunity, he told the whole story.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Zhu Biao's words, Mu Ying didn't react too much, she just said: "Biao'er, you were born extraordinary, that's what you should do, how can father Hu have a dog son, I only hope you are born out of blue."

"……Um."

As a top supporter of Zhu Yuanzhang and Ma Xiuying, there seems to be nothing wrong with such thinking.

"It's just the tortoise, loach and carp. I'd like to meet them and make friends. Will they be willing to meet me? They won't use magic anymore, will they?"

"You already have an official position in the army, and you are lucky. The situation in the past will easily never happen again."

"That's good." Mu Ying is very satisfied, "When you are free, how about taking me to the town of demons? The civil and military officials are actually very curious, and there are even people in the army who bet that it looks good from the outside. , the inside is actually like hell, there are corpses of monsters everywhere, and cruel officials with long knives."

"You can do it anytime!" Zhu Biao said, "You don't need to wait, it will be done tomorrow. At noon, a dragon will send it over. Brother, come here, and I will invite you to eat meat to replenish your body, and your storage capacity can carry a tripod."

Mu Ying laughed a few times, patted Zhu Biao on the shoulder, and agreed without thinking, saying that she would go if the sky fell.

In front, a temple gradually rises on the edge of the horizon. Outside there is a gatehouse with a plaque, blue tiles, red walls and gray pillars, with the words "Town God Temple" written on it.

The appearance is a little dilapidated, but it doesn't affect the majesty. A small road leads to it. Right at the entrance, there is a carriage parked beside the road, which seems to be the smoke of one of the few people here.

Zhu Biao was more luxurious than Mu Ying had ever seen before. He pointed to the decorations on the carriage and said, "This is either a high official or a wealthy businessman. The possibility of being a high official is rare. How dare they use a car that is prettier than your father's."

Mu Ying had seen more horses than Zhu Biao, and pointed to the horses and said, "Although this horse is not a rare breed, it can both pull heavy loads and run fast. If you are in danger, you can get rid of its shell after riding it."

"The servant waiting by the car has a peaceful expression, well-behaved actions, and neat clothes. The master has a good personality, does not live in poverty, and knows how to enjoy himself."

"Let me take a look... Ah, this car is small and not spacious. The owner should have come out alone. The driver is a manservant, without a maid, so it must be a man."

Zhu Biao said: "That's right. The soil on the wheels is glued together after being wet. It hasn't rained in Yingtian these days. He is from another place."

"Biao'er is smart, I didn't see that."

They talked to each other and made a general analysis of the owner of the car. When they entered the hall, they happened to see themselves.

Under the tall clay lacquer body, there are trays of fruit steamed buns enshrined, and swaying candle lamps are lit. On the futon on the ground, there is a man in silk clothes kneeling, holding a few incense sticks, worshiping. City God.