"Mom, will Dad be back today?"

Xiaohua, who was walking back, looked up at Xiu. As soon as Zhong Mugen left, he began to think about it again.

"Your father shouldn't be back today. It takes two days to go to the city. And your father still sells dried mushrooms and hare furs, so it will naturally delay for a day. Unless you are in a hurry to travel and sells things quickly, you can come back in two days."

Xiu looked at the children around him, thinking that his husband would go to the city alone, so that he would not have any accidents. At least he had to go to the city safely and buy some food back.

As Zhong Wen walked, he thought that as he heard what his father said just now, there must be at least thirty or fifty miles from here to the city. The roads are not easy to walk on. They are all mountain roads. If calculated according to previous ideas, they can only arrive in one morning at most.

But after living here for so many days, Zhong Wen naturally knew that this mountain road is not that easy to walk, and he had to calculate the time of travel at least two or three times.

There is no official road, and there are no roads. There are only mountain roads. When walking, you have to pay attention to whether there are any wild beasts on both sides of the mountain roads at any time. This is what you need to worry about.

In the past, when I went to the city, the villagers were all in groups, but now, only Zhong Mugen walked forward.

Although Zhong Wen had some expectations for going to the city, his parents disagreed and had to give up. He was still a little worried about his father going to the city alone.

As for the current situation where the food is about to be out of stock at home, it is really a bit urgent. If you can go there one day earlier, you can exchange some food for a little earlier, so as to spend this day of food being out of stock.

After the three of them returned home, Xiu resisted the wooden hoe and carried a basket to work in the fields, leaving Zhong Wen and Xiaohua to stay at home to watch.

In fact, there is nothing valuable at home, but it is just a symbolic housekeeper. Even if the door is wide open every day, no one will steal anything. The family is too poor to lose money, so there is nothing worth the thief’s mind.

Zhong Wen thought that the ancients said that the door was not closed at night and the road was not picked up. It was probably written in this state.

"Brother, are we going to the wilderness?"

Xiaohua, who is idle at home, is a little guy who can't stay. She is active, but she is also smart.

"Okay, let's go see if there are any hares. If not, we have to change places, but we still have to make some condoms before we go to the wilderness."

Zhong Wen listened to Xiaohua's words and thought about it. He was idle at home, so it would be better to find something to do.

After taking the hemp rope that I had made before and making some condoms, I walked to the wilderness with Xiaohua. The same equipment and the same people, but I was a little depressed.

For the Zhong Wen brother and sister, the lack of food at home also bothered the two children, and they were also worried about their father.

In the wilderness, two small figures were drilling in and out, looking for stilt covers, twenty stilt covers, and only brought them two hares.

"Xiaohua, after we have arranged the stilt cover later, we have to go home quickly, otherwise my mother should come back."

While setting up a stilt cover, Zhong Wen looked at the danger nearby, and said to the little flower beside him.

"Brother, then let's finish it quickly and go back quickly."

Xiaohua listened to Zhong Wen's words and lit her little head, and agreed with her brother's words.

Zhong Mugen went to the city, which made the three of them unable to get any trouble. They seemed a little muted all day long.

The next morning, after Zhong Wen and his sister got up, they went to the mountains and forests to pick up firewood, and Xiu had already gone to the fields to work.

At this time, in Lizhou City, Zhong Mugen carried a load and walked quickly towards the north gate of the city. Fortunately, the load was not heavy, otherwise it would be much faster.

Zhong Mugen fell into a dilapidated dirt house not far from the north of Lizhou City last night. In fact, he had already arrived near Lizhou City last evening. He didn't dare to spend the night in Lizhou City because he had no money on him, not to mention that there would be a curfew in the city at night.

Zhong Mugen carried a load through the city gate and entered the city, and walked happily towards the market where things were sold.

In his mind, he thought that he had to sell these things as soon as possible, so that he could buy some food as soon as possible, and to rush home while it was still early.

When I came to Fangshi located in Dongcheng, Dongcheng is the most prosperous place, which is much better than other places.

In the area of ​​Dongcheng, in addition to the market, there are many shops along the streets, with endless pedestrians and shouting loudly.

"Good mushrooms and rabbit fur, please come and take a look."

Zhong Mugen stood beside two baskets and started to sell loudly. Although it sounded a little awkward, for Zhong Mugen, these were all food, so he didn't dare to be careless.

"Take your fur out and take a look."

After hearing the hawking, a middle-aged man approached Zhong Mugen and asked, following him, a young man following him, carrying a basket in his hand.

"You see, these furs are quite complete. I still have forty-five hare furs in my load."

Zhong Mugen quickly took a few pieces of hare fur from the basket and put them out in his hands so that the guest could see.

"Well, it's not bad, but the fur of a hare is not worth much. I'll give you seven hundred cents to sell it to me."

The middle-aged man did not directly reach out to touch the fur in Zhong Mugen's hand. This is also a rule. Buyers will not touch things that have not been agreed upon, otherwise it would be difficult to explain clearly if something happened.

"Customer, my forty-five furs are all complete, but seven hundred cigarettes are a little less. How about nine hundred cigarettes?"

Although Zhong Mugen is not very clear about the market price, he still knows the integrity of the fur. As long as there is some damage, the price will inevitably be greatly reduced.

"There are no more than 45 pieces? That's not bad, then it's nine hundred words."

The middle-aged man heard Zhong Mugen say that forty-five furs were not damaged, which was really worth seven hundred cents. However, in his eyes, forty-five intact hare furs could make him earn two cents of money.

"Thank you, this is the forty-five tied hare furs. Please count them."

After hearing this, Zhong Mugen was overjoyed. Nine hundred liters were enough to save a lot of money at home.

"This is nine hundred documents. You can get it and you can get the money and goods."

After counting the furs, the middle-aged man confirmed that there was no problem. He took nine hundred cents from the young man behind him and handed them to Zhong Mugen.

Zhong Mugen, who took the copper coins, looked at the seed, counted again, and confirmed that there was no problem. Then he loudly thanked the middle-aged man, who left with him.

Zhong Mu quickly put the nine hundred cents of money in a basket, just as he was afraid that someone would rob it. But in this market, no one dared to rob the money so blatantly.

For Zhong Mugen, he has never seen nine hundred cents since he was a child. Not to mention nine hundred cents, even one hundred cents is rare.

I was thinking about how much grain I bought to go back, but I didn't know what the price of grain was at this time, so I had to come back to my senses and think about selling the dried mushrooms in this basket as soon as possible.

Although it is just two large baskets of dried mushrooms, it is not heavy, at most only thirty or forty kilograms, and more than half of them are left at home.

"Whoever wants the best dried mushrooms, can anyone ask?"

Zhong Mugen suppressed the excitement in his heart and shouted and started selling dried mushrooms, hoping that the dried mushrooms would be taken as his son said, and someone would take them away.

"What is the price of dried mushrooms? How to sell them?"

An old father-in-law came to Zhong Mugen, looked at the dried mushrooms in the basket, and took one and tasted it.

"Customer, this is the first time I have chosen it to sell it. The Taoist priest in the Taoist temple said that we can sell it for some money, so we have picked some back."

Zhong Mugen dared not say that it was Zhong Wen's words, but thinking that what the Taoist priest in the Taoist temple would definitely be better than the names of others.

"Well, the mushrooms are good, they are big, and your burden is probably nearly forty kilograms. In this way, how about I give you six hundred cents?"

My father-in-law looked at the dried mushrooms on this load, which were of good quality and large size, so he thought he could use them for a while.

"Okay, okay, thank you, guest."

Zhong Mugen was even more happy to jump up when he heard the 600-cent money. In the past, he just picked some of these mushrooms and tasted them, but he didn't expect that his son said that it could be sold for money after being dried, so he picked it up and tried it. He really didn't expect that less than 40 kilograms of dried mushrooms could be exchanged for 600-cent money. This was really a big pancake hanging from the sky.

"Then you can carry it and follow me." After the father-in-law finished speaking, he moved forward. Zhong Mu quickly picked up a basket and followed him.

After coming to the backyard of a grocery store, my father-in-law brought in two baskets so that Zhong Mugen could free it up.

After the handover, there was already 1,500 cents in the basket. Of course, the two bowls of salt at the bottom did not count, and I don’t know if anyone wanted it.

Zhong Mugen, who was extremely happy, thanked his father-in-law, then carried a basket out of the backyard of the shop and arrived on the main street.

Zhong Mugen was thinking in his mind how to sell these two bowls of salt, and wanted to see if he could exchange it for some money and buy more food.

But Zhong Mugen had no idea about selling salt. It was because of these two bowls of salt that he was beaten. This was also the reason why Zhong Wen reads fewer history books. If Zhong Wen had read many history books, he would know that salt and iron were either sold by the imperial court or exclusively monopoly. How could he let private people sell salt?

Zhong Mugen, who carried two empty baskets, returned to the market and brought out two bowls of salt from the basket covered with thatch, and directly sold it.

"Is there anyone who wants the extra salt in my home?"

Zhong Mu shouted, which shocked many people in the market, and looked at Zhong Mugen like a fool, while Zhong Mugen also looked at other people like a fool.

"Who dares to sell salt privately here?"

A middle-aged and strong man with three companions, heard someone selling private salt, and ran over directly, but saw a farmer holding two bowls of salt in his hand, which was blue-gray crystal, and it was sure it was salt.

"You dare to sell private salt in this market, saying, "Who instructed you?"

The strong man pointed at Zhong Mugen and asked loudly, which scared Zhong Mugen so much that he was at a loss.

At this time, Zhong Mugen had no idea why this was? Why can’t the salt produced by his own home cannot be sold?

"Brother, these salts were exchanged by my family's hares hunted by me. They were exchanged for the Taoist priest in the Taoist temple. The food was cut off at home, so I thought of coming over to sell some hare furs, dried mushrooms, and these two bowls of salt so that I could exchange some food for it."

Zhong Mugen looked at the vicious four people in front of him and quickly spoke up to defend himself, but it was better not to cause any misunderstandings.

"Don't you know that this salt is specialized in my Wangjia store? You dare to come to this market to sell your salt and cook it for me."

The middle-aged strong man ignored Zhong Mugen's defense completely, waved his hand, and instructed his three companions to take action.

"Stop hitting, stop hitting, ah, ah, ah."

The three of them punched and kicked Zhong Mugen at the same time, and the two bowls of salt were sprinkled on the ground.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the three of them passed by and then stopped, but at this time Zhong Mugen was already covered in bruises, with blood rising from the corners of his mouth, and several holes in his head were broken, and some blood was leaking out.

Zhong Mugen bent his body, hugged his head, lay on the ground, moaning silently. No one would come to dissuade him. Similarly, no one would come to help Zhong Mugen, and no yamen runners would come to stop him.

"Hmph, do you still dare to sell private salt in this market in the future?"

The middle-aged strong man looked at Zhong Mugen as if he was like this, but his eyes were staring at Zhong Mugen fiercely, and then he left.

But before leaving, I looked through the two baskets and saw the 1,500 cents in the basket. Although it was a slander, I did not dare to take them away in public view, so I had to sigh and leave.

"This guy, you can't sell it even if you have a lot of salt. Remember in the future, this Wangjia store is not something that everyone can afford to offend."

An old man, after watching the four villains leave, helped up the injured Zhong Mugen and whispered.

"Thank you, my father-in-law, I know."

After being helped up by the old man, Zhong Mugen stretched out his arms with difficulty, wiped off the blood on the corner of his mouth, stroked the blood on his face and head, and thanked his father-in-law.

But Zhong Mugen was in great pain. After being beaten for such a long time, his body was inevitably injured. As for whether he had injured his bones and the inner palace, it is not known for the time being.

After a while, Zhong Mugen climbed up from the ground with difficulty, picked up two bowls, put them back into the basket, carried the load, and staggered away from the market.

Every step he took, the pain on his body made Zhong Mugen grit his teeth, frown, endure the pain on his body, and slowly move towards the grain store.
Chapter completed!