There is a small village more than 40 miles east of Changle County. Most of the villagers make a living by raising sheep and growing millet.

The price of sheep has been quite good in the past two or three years. The yield of corn is still not high. Due to the barren land, it is difficult to irrigate.

There was a farmer in the village who went to the city to sell sheep in early spring. He heard from a distant relative in the city that the new county magistrate attached great importance to the business of the city's restaurants. If he grows some vegetables and sells them in the city this year, he should be able to make some money.

After the man returned home, he thought about it and decided to plant courgettes because their village was far away from the city. If the vegetables were picked the day before, and if they walked so far the next day, the leaves of the vegetable will wilt. It is better to plant courgettes, which is even more resistant to the release. Courgettes taste sweet and refreshing, and everyone likes them.

If you plant these two or three acres of courgettes, it also takes some effort to serve them, water, fertilize, catch insects and set up stands. By the time the first batch of courgettes can be picked, it is already summer.

The next morning, before dawn, the couple became dark. After eating some food to fill their stomachs, the man carried a load and planned to go into the city.

"Be careful on the way."

"Why."

“Come back early.”

"Why."

The poor family has no cows, horses, and camels. The only female donkey in the family is planted some time ago, so he has to use some help. So the burden of cows weighing about a hundred pounds, so he had to carry it to the city with his shoulders.

The sky gradually became brighter and the Gobi Desert was empty and deserted, with very few people. This man was walking on the gravel road with a load of courgettes, his feet were stomping on the road, making a rustling sound. While he was walking, he was on guard. If he met a wolf, he had to put down the burden in time and pull out the shoulder pole. A shoulder pole was taken as the storefront of those beasts...

The more you go in the direction of Le County, the more popular you will be. From time to time, you can meet children who shepherd sheep, farmers who cultivate land, and some who carry loads into the city like him.

"You are well-planted courgettes."

"Hi."

"I heard that in Dunhuang, when it was the most expensive in winter, a pound of melon could be sold for two or three cents."

"That was two years ago."

"Last year, it wasn't cheap either. Two or three courgettes were not as long as a slap, so it cost a penny."

"I heard that the people on their side were almost scratching the weeds on the desert, pulling them back and burning the fire. Without sparks, how can we plant courgettes in winter?"

"Do you know what the price of this courgette in Changle County is now?"

“The price is quite good.”

"This year there are more Hu people in the city than in previous years, and the prices of vegetables are higher than in previous years."

"Your load of Hu Gua is a good person. If you take a load of the official vegetable shop, you should be able to sell it for thirteen or fourteen cents."

"I'd better leave quickly. If the vegetables and vegetables in their place were full that day, they would not be collected."

"Go quickly and go quickly."

“…”

I walked all the way to Changle County. After entering the city gate, a few people went to the official vegetable shop. When I went in, I asked, and it was still too late. Many dishes had been collected today. This was not possible. If I blamed them, I could only blame them for living too far.

I didn’t want the official shops, so I had to pick them up on the street to sell them. Although the restaurants and food shops in Changle County mainly buy vegetables from the official shops, if they meet the right ones, they sometimes buy some. Even if the customers don’t order them, their families will have to eat.

It is really not easy to sell vegetables. At this time, the weather is warmer, and every household in the city has vegetable gardens. Frugal families refuse to spend money to buy vegetables. If you want to say that you are richer, there are not many households in the city.

The farmer was walking on the street with a load of courgettes. At noon, the sun was sunny. He had been walking for so long for so long, and he felt hungry and thirsty again.

So he parked the load under the eaves outside a shop and asked a bowl of clear water with a young man in his teenager in the shop. The young man was kind. He not only brought him a bowl of clear water, but also brought him a stool. He said that the sun was getting big now, so he asked him to take a rest before leaving.

The man sat outside the shop, took a few sips of water, and took out dry food from his arms to chew.

At this time, there were also several tables of guests in the shop. At noon, a group of people were still having wine and joking. They were basically the experiences and experiences of their own business roads. The farmers sat outside and listened, and they also found it quite interesting.

As these people were talking, some of them suggested, "Hey, I'm tired of hearing these, so I'd better ask Saburo to tell us a joke."

"Yes, right? Let's ask Saburo to tell us a joke!" Someone else immediately started to cheer.

Then the young man called Saburo told them a joke, which made the honest farmer outside the shop blush with shame, and a sip of water choked in his throat, almost spurting out of his nose.

He looked into the shop and saw that he was a young man who was not as good as the one who was in a twentieth dress and looked gentle. Why did he speak like a gangster on the street (commonly known as a gangster)?

After telling a joke, the man said that he had something to do in the afternoon and asked those people to continue drinking, and he wanted to take the lead.

When I walked outside the store, I saw a load of courgettes carried by the farmers, and stopped and asked, "How do you sell courgettes?"

"Ten dollars per cent." The farmer said.

"..." The man frowned and didn't know what he was thinking, maybe he was a little drunk. After a while, the farmer heard him say, "You are a good courgette, you want it all, is this money enough?"

The farmer took the copper plate he handed over, and estimated that there must be at least fifteen or sixteen, and it was not enough to count them. He kept saying, "It's enough."

"You send these gua to the vegetable shop in front, and then there will be gua there next time there will be gua." After the man said that, he turned around and left.

The farmer held a handful of copper coins in his hand and looked at the load of Hu Gua in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, thinking that this person was really drunk. Why did he send the Hu Gua he bought to the official vegetable shop?

"Hey, why haven't you been there yet?" the shop owner urged.

"Whose husband was that guy just now?" the farmer asked him.

"This man looks like a Changle person, why can't he even recognize his own county magistrate?"

"Hahahaha!" The Hu people who came out to deliver Luo Yong with the store laughed out loud. Most of these people were also a little drunk now.

"It's not uncommon for people in the country to enter the city a few times a year."

"No jokes are heard, this wine is not delicious anymore, so I'll go to the backyard to rest."

"The journey will be set out in two or three days, and everyone will be happy to raise their spirits."

"What do guests want to eat at night?"

"night……"

As the people said this, they went back to the shop. The farmer stood there stupidly for a long time, then slapped his head and carried the load and went to the official vegetable shop.

Since the man was the magistrate of County Luo, he said he wanted to buy his own gua, so the gua from the few acres of land this year should not have to worry about selling it. However, the magistrate of County Luo looked like he had drunk too much. When he woke up later, he didn't know if he could still remember this.

Luo Yong did drink a little too much. The Hu merchants who were drinking with him today were particularly straightforward. If Luo Yong was unhappy with drinking, they would say that Luo Yong was still holding an airs with them, and did not really treat them as friends.

Luo Yong could definitely drink less, but he sat on the same table with these people, and finally drank a lot after a while. Although he could barely be able to walk with energy, his feet were floating, and he knew that he was drunk.

County Magistrate Luo walked alone on the street. He was seen by several policemen who were patrolling the city and hurriedly called them, Boss Qiao.

When Qiao Junlin came over, his face was not very good-looking, and he didn't know what he was angry about. Anyway, he would get angry every time he saw this guy drunk.

"But you have to find those five pairs," a servant asked.

"Forget it, I'll carry him back in just a few steps." Qiao Junlin said, untied his sword and handed it to a servant next to him. Then he pulled Luo Yong's arm, pulled him on his back, carried him and left, so that he could not sway on the street alone.

Although Luo Yong was drunk at this time, his mind was still clear. He knew that Qiao Junlin was carrying it on his back.

This kid is growing up now, with wider shoulders, and his arms that are bent with legs are also very strong. But for some reason, his face has become more and more handsome and his temperament has become more and more calm in recent years.

To be honest, Luo used this county chief but it was not easy to be the head of the county. Fortunately, Qiao Junlin was by his side. Although this kid's face has become a little bad recently, he doesn't talk much.

"The first batch of white wine will be released in the next two days, right?" Luo Yong asked.
Chapter completed!