The two of them looked for the blacksmith shop and walked into an alley.

For some reason, Zhao Yuanle felt inexplicably familiar when walking on this road.

After the two of them looked at the signboard, Zhao Yuanle remembered why he felt familiar.

She walked this road before, but she still walked with Mo Qingshan.

Now, who is the person who rolls up his sleeves and is using scissors? Who is Mo Qingshan?

He was surprised and a little happy when he saw Zhao Yuanle.

"Why are you here?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I want to buy two hoes."

Mo Qingshan got up and quickly brought two hoes over.

"These two are good, new ones."

Zhao Yuanle asked casually: "You beat me?"

Mo Qingshan nodded a little embarrassedly.

"I beat me, don't look at me young. Actually, the quality of my fight is good, my master said it's OK."

Zhao Yuanle directly asked about the price.

Mo Qingshan stretched out a finger.

"One dollar."

Zhao Yuanle: "One hand?"

Mo Qingshan paused and said, "Two hands, this is for you to get cheaper, don't tell anyone else."

Zhao Yuanxi looked at him, then looked at Zhao Yuanle, and suddenly lowered his head and curled the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Yuanle took out a dollar from his purse.

"I just happened to have a bad ticket, I'll give it to you."

Mo Qingshan took the ticket, put it in, and tried to ask Zhao Yuanle when he would go back.

Zhao Yuanle: "It's afternoon."

Mo Qingshan: "Oh, it's better to take the ox cart of the person in your village, right?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded.

"Yeah, acquaintance."

Mo Qingshan knew about it and stopped asking about anything else.

When the two of them came out and had just left not far, Zhao Yuanxi couldn't hold it in.

Her smile is meaningful.

"Is that person the surname Mo?"

Zhao Yuanle looked at Zhao Yuanxi with a gossip on her face and reminded him: "Don't think about it."

Zhao Yuanxi: "I'm not thinking about it. You see, you buy a hoe for two dollars? Where is there such a cheap one? It must be the cost he calculated for you."

Zhao Yuanle suddenly stood there.

Zhao Yuanxi was confused.

"Why don't you leave?"

Zhao Yuanle turned around and said, "I'll go back and make up for the original price for him now. Oh, you're annoyed, you're like this every time."

The last time the two cents bag is still vivid in my mind. She dares not take advantage of the one-dollar hoe this time.

Zhao Yuanxi hurriedly grabbed her and apologized in a low voice: "Okay, okay, I'm wrong, I won't joke about you, let's go back soon."

Zhao Yuanle: "Hmph!"

She then turned around.

On the way back, the two saw a shop selling new style clothes.

Zhao Yuanle looked at him curiously.

Just by these two eyes, she saw the modified style of clothing in the store, which not only retained the characteristics of clothing here, but also liberated the woman's hands and feet, making it convenient for daily life.

Zhao Yuanxi also looked over and she sighed.

“It looks so good.”

Zhao Yuanle asked, "Do you want it?"

Zhao Yuanxi refused.

"This is what a female student wears, and I don't go to school."

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but ask, "Big sister, do you have anything you want to do?"

"ah?"

Zhao Yuanle's problem surprised Zhao Yuanxi for a moment.

Zhao Yuanleqiu: "Have you never thought about it? Or, you also thought about getting married at the age of age and taking care of your husband and children? Don't you have what you want to do?"

This made Zhao Yuanxi ask.

She really didn't think it out for a moment.

Zhao Yuanle patted Zhao Yuanxi on the shoulder.

"Big sister, I used to have a marriage with Wang Baozhang's family, so I never thought about it. Now the marriage is gone, so you can think about it carefully."

Zhao Yuanxi was stunned when he heard Zhao Yuanle's words and soon laughed again.

"Why are you talking strangely?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I'm serious, think about it carefully, tell me if you think about it."

Zhao Yuanxi also had an idea in her heart. After hearing Zhao Yuanle say this, she did not refute it again.

The two of them did not look at the new style of clothes anymore, but continued to walk towards the house.

Who knew that the person who was pulling a cart ran into a cart and a bunch of people gathered there to watch the fun.

Zhao Yuanle doesn't want to watch these excitement anymore.

She pulled Zhao Yuanxi into an intersection next to her and decided to bypass the place and go back.

After the two of them walked in, they found that there were shops here, and the decoration looked more refined than those outside.

Zhao Yuanle affirmed: "This is a popular item."

It can be seen from the decoration.

Zhao Yuanxi also affirmed: "It turns out that he hasn't been here before, but he didn't expect that he has opened these stores now."

She and Zhao Yuanle walked along the way. After seeing these stores, they suddenly felt that the two of them were out of place here.

Many people are wearing quite new styles here, and even girls with short hair and small skirts pass by.

The two of them were wearing the simplest clothes, cloth shoes, and two long braids with red ropes, which were too out of place or too out of place.

At this time, a woman with curly hair came out of a shop and stunned Zhao Yuanxi's eyes.

She whispered and surprised to Zhao Yuanle: "Look, that person's hair is curly, one by one, just like the pig's intestine."

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

This metaphor...

Ahem, although it doesn't sound very nice, it's still very vivid.

Zhao Yuanle estimated that this person was limited by the technology and aesthetics at this time, and the permed hair was indeed a bit like the pig's intestine.

Zhao Yuanxi lowered his head and urged Zhao Yuanle: "Let's go quickly and go out at the next intersection."

Zhao Yuanle actually didn't think there was anything or was not uncomfortable, but seeing Zhao Yuanxi doing this, he nodded and agreed.

But unexpectedly, when he was about to go out, Zhao Yuanle actually saw a cake shop.

That's right, it's a pure Western cake shop, not a pastry shop, butter, with flowers from her memory of the same year, including matcha, chocolate powder, and even milk tea in a pot next to it.

After Zhao Yuanle was surprised, his first reaction was, can this be sold?

Will it be lost because of the loss?

But…

Zhao Yuanle was moved when he smelled the familiar and unfamiliar smell of those things floating over.

She wants to eat...

After being here for too long, she almost forgot the taste of dessert milk tea.

Without much hesitation at all, Zhao Yuanle walked over and Zhao Yuanxi hurriedly followed.
To be continued...