The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Guys highly recommend the sea bass.

Wen Jiucheng asked cautiously, remembering the shriveled purse of his younger brother.

"What's the price of perch?"

The guy introduced enthusiastically: "It's winter now, and the price of fresh fish has generally risen, but the price in our store has always been the most reasonable in Shengjing, even in such cold weather, a steamed sea bass It's only ten taels of silver! How about it? Would you like to have one? The taste is guaranteed to your satisfaction!"

Wen Jiucheng's expression suddenly became very subtle.

As far as he knew, the monthly salary of the younger brother was only fifteen taels in total.

Such a serving of steamed seabass can be worth half a month's salary.

Fortunately, the younger brother entered Yulinwei. If he was still performing on the street with a boulder on his chest, just the little reward he earned would not be enough for him to buy a pot of wine here.

Fang Wujiu: "There's no need for sea bass, just an ordinary grass carp. It can be braised or stewed."

Grass carp is much cheaper than sea bass.

The guy was a little disappointed, but he didn't say much. He was still very enthusiastic: "Okay!"

Fang Wujiu ordered a few more specialties from the store, plus a pot of hot wine.

Wen Old City asked Yimei about some folk customs in Qiandao.

Talking about the affairs of his own country, Yimei suddenly became interested, and talked a lot, and the nerves that were still tense at first also relaxed a little bit.

When the guy brought the wine and vegetables, Chu Jian finally ran back.

I don't know where he ran to, he was sweating on his forehead, and his breath was a little out of breath.

He took out an exquisite snack box from his arms, handed it to Yimei, and said in a somewhat unstable voice.

"This is Suxiangtang's bean paste cake. It's very sweet and delicious. You can try it."

Yimei looked at the snack box being handed to her, and was stunned before she said, "You suddenly ran out just to buy this?"

Chu Jian: "Senior sister told me that when people are unhappy, eating something sweet will make them happy.

She also said that Suxiangtang's dim sum is the best in Shengjing.

I suddenly remembered this just now, and ran to buy a box of bean paste cakes.

The guys at Suxiangtang said that this bean paste cake is very sweet, many girls like it, and you should like it too. "

These words were too long and complicated, and Chu Jian couldn't use Qiandao Guo's words to say them, so he could only use Dasheng Mandarin.

After he finished speaking, he immediately looked at the two senior brothers with help-seeking eyes.

Wen Jiucheng helped him translate those words into Qiandao dialect.

After hearing this, Yimei felt a warm feeling in her heart.

Unexpectedly, this kid Chu Jian looks silly, but sometimes he is unexpectedly considerate.

She reached for the snack box and said thank you in a low voice.

Chu Jian smirked: "You're welcome."

Yimei hugged the snack box tightly in her arms, and before she ate it, she already felt it was extremely sweet.

Wen Jiucheng picked up the jug and asked with a smile, "Master, would you like a drink?"

Fang Wujiu: "Drinking hurts my body, I just drink soup."

Wen Jiucheng was helpless: "What's the point of me drinking alone?"

Fang Wujiu pointed at Chu Jian and Yi Mei: "Isn't there still them?"

Wen Jiucheng teased: "Just like the two of them, they were already dizzy if they didn't drink. If they drink a little more, I don't know what it will be like."

Fang Wujiu smiled knowingly.

He picked up the bowl of soup and touched the wine glass in the old city of Wen.

"I will replace the wine with soup, and toast you a bowl."

Wen Jiucheng picked up the wine glass and took a leisurely sip.

Even though the two senior brothers had already saved a lot, when Chu Jian went to check out, he was still taken aback by the amount.

He heard from the senior sister that the taste of this shop is not bad, so he brought the third princess and the senior brothers over, but he forgot that the senior sister didn't have to pay for meals when she went out. Just eat it and don't worry about the price at all.

But he is different!

There is no wrongdoing around him, all he has is a heart ravaged by poverty.

Chu Jian clutched his poor little purse and whispered to his senior brother.

"What if I don't pay for food?"

Fang Wujiu smiled warmly: "You will get an exciting experience of being chased by more than a dozen big men."

Chu Jian: "..."

Well, then don't.

Such an exciting thing, he has no luck to endure it!

He reluctantly paid.

Holding the shriveled small purse, Chu Jian couldn't help expressing a painful life experience.

"The most unfaithful thing in this world is money. We agreed to go out together, but it didn't come back with me in the end. It was a waste of my heart and money to treat it!"

Fang Wujiu and Wen Jiucheng laughed unkindly.

Yimei couldn't understand Dasheng's official language, so she could only stare at Chu Jian with a pair of dazed eyes.

After leaving the restaurant, Chu Jian took a deep breath of cold air and tried his best to suppress the pain in his heart.

He said to the two brothers.

"You go back first, and I will send the third princess back to the Royal Palace of England."

Although Guan Ying had already left, Honglu Temple should be safe, but for the sake of safety, it would be better for the third princess to stay in the Royal Palace.

As for what to do next, it depends on the emperor's decision.

After a night.

The streets and alleys of the city were covered with snow.

The eunuchs got up before dawn to sweep the snow.

Pharaoh Orange ran over on the snow, leaving a series of paw prints.

It ran to the door of Yunxiu Palace in one breath, and saw Fang Wujiu who was walking towards this side with a medicine box on his back.

Lao Wang ran over and skillfully lay down in the middle of the road.

Fang Wujiu took out an oiled paper bag from his sleeve.

The oil paper bag is full of dried fish.

Old Wang smelled the smell, jumped up, grabbed the oil paper bag, and rushed out all the way.

It ran without looking back, like a scumbag who ran away when it got cheap.

Fang Wujiu smiled silently.

He folded his hands into his sleeves and continued to walk forward.

As soon as Xiao Xixi finished her breakfast, Qingsong came to report that it was Imperial Physician Fang.

After Fang Wujiu came in, Xiao Xixi waved his hand to retreat from the palace maids and eunuchs around him, leaving only a Baoqin in the house to wait beside him.

Fang Wujiu took out the pulse pillow and put it on the table.

Xiao Xixi had already learned about the Thousand Islands Mission from Luo Qinghan.

She put her right hand on the pulse pillow and asked, "I heard that Guan Ying wrote a letter for help, what about that letter?"

Fang Wujiu held her wrist.

After taking the pulse, he just opened his mouth and replied.

"The letter is in the emperor's hands."

He retracted his hand, glanced at Xixi in front of him, and asked suspiciously.

"What are you asking this for?"

Xiao Xixi showed her signature sweet smile: "I'm just curious, I want to see what Guan Ying has written."

Fang Wujiu knew her too well.

This girl was brought up by him, and he can be regarded as half her father.

Knowing daughter Mo Ruofu, this is not unreasonable.

Fang Wujiu smiled like a smile: "Didn't you want to use that letter to figure out where Guan Ying ran?"