The miserable wind and cold rain in Pu'an, Shancun Yedian Luo Sanlang

The mountains are high and the water is long. Ji Yuan is riding a white horse and carrying a bullfighting cloud eagle.

It spans several states!

In the blink of an eye, the beginning of spring has passed, and the rainy season, which turns from warm to cold, is approaching.

The rich humidity and sticky chill turned into bone-chilling mist and enveloped the surrounding areas.

Many pedestrians walk on the muddy road, one foot is deep and the other is shallow, for fear of slipping and falling, which seems very difficult.

Going further is the junction of Lantian County and Tongchuan County, where there is a quite large market called "Pu'an".

Originally it was just a slightly famous firewood market, allowing four or five people to do a small business of wheat straw, hardwood, and coal.

As the saying goes, you can’t sell woodcutters even if you travel a thousand miles.

Remote villages are sparsely populated and long-distance trafficking of firewood and charcoal is taboo, making it extremely easy to encounter misfortunes.

He stood on tiptoe, stretched his neck and looked towards the south direction. He saw eight or nine escort vehicles walking hard on the road, with a total of twenty or so escorts following behind, stuck in the mud.

After all, it’s just a county market. No matter how prosperous it is, it can’t get rid of its rural reputation.

The shopkeeper held up the cotton curtain at the door to keep out the cold, held the lamp in his other hand, and bowed:

"Master Luo's visit really makes Pu'an Ji Pengpi shine!

The place is shabby, and there is nothing to entertain the young master. There are only a few local dishes, so please treat the young master well."

He really has the temperament of a wealthy businessman.

Xiao Bing had already sat upright, put down his chopsticks and spoke seriously.

This group of people entered Pu'anji directly, and the momentum they exuded dispersed the crowds of people.

It wasn't until later that I discovered that Brother Ji had a cold face and a warm heart. He was a true hero who drew his sword when he saw injustice!

"Where did you get a giant Buddha? Such a big show?!"

The leader of the bodyguards was a skinny old man, with wrinkles on his face like a knife cutting into stone, a head full of gray hair, and twinkling eyes. He was obviously good at martial arts.

"Fellow, what's going on? If you don't go to the inn or tea room to take shelter from the rain, why are you standing here?"

"Ghost market? Luo Dalang is really capable, he can provide food and accommodation for both black and white people!

The rain became more and more deserted, and when the crowds gathered in Pu'an had dispersed, a large carriage slowly drove in.

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"Luo is very satisfied to be able to eat these few things while traveling in the miserable wind and cold rain.

For example, a copper furnace with animal heads, ambergris incense, emerald jade pillow, and tapestry robes.

At the busiest time, there are more than four to five hundred people, and they gradually disperse after about half a day.

It is different from the ups and downs of the thousands of households in Fusi, Beizhen, who were repeatedly robbed.

Now that I have reached the top of the list, I killed the two great Dharma Kings of the Holy Alliance with one enemy and two shots... In my journey along the way, I rarely hear anyone say that Brother Ji is unworthy of his reputation."

"Eight-treasure chicken heart lamp? God, if this is genuine, I won't be able to buy half of the county town!"

A tooth man lowered his voice and whispered.

As time goes by, a ghost market is formed where three religions and nine currents, dragons and snakes are mixed.

"I just took a look at the flag, it looks like the escort agency in Jingzhou."

After that, he said casually:

Tell your master that he wanted to get involved in the Liaodong trade route, and Luo agreed.

But because God rewards food, there have never been any rough heroes with hidden dragons and crouching tigers. They are far inferior to the mighty Jingzhou with martial arts.

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Luo Yuzhen took a bite of dried bamboo shoots and nodded calmly:

"The elder of the Luo family is a very particular person, and it will be difficult to go on this trip if the cold rain doesn't stop.

The innkeeper's eyes lit up and he said quickly:

"My master is on the way. He heard that Mr. Luo is very good at antiques, especially the ones with extraordinary origins and long history that were once made by famous masters.

The big table in the middle has dishes and chopsticks ready.

After the shopkeeper left, Luo Yuzhen relaxed her shoulders, lowered her head and asked softly.

Immediately, he asked the escort workers to unload the box and take out the goods inside.

This behavior caused some people in the crowd to joke and laugh:

Those traders who sold horses and drove mules did not dare to go further to the village for fear that their animals would slip. They crowded here, creating a mess and noisy situation.

The innkeeper was overjoyed. He was told to hook up with the third young master of Tongbao Bank.

Opening the lid, there is actually a set of tea cups inside. The surface is painted with a spiral umbrella cover and a flower pot with fish intestines, collectively known as the eight treasures.

When Mr. Luo purchases grain, rice, oil, salt, and cloth, or when traveling as a caravan across the mountains, it will be absolutely smooth and without any omissions!"

The young Yaro said strangely.

The innkeeper wisely exited the front hall, and several young maids sat around a table, eating the food slowly.

It requires government approval to operate, and heavy taxes must be paid.

"Master Luo from Pu'anji is still in the escort business?"

There was also a sour tone in Yalang's voice, which revealed a bit of envy and jealousy.

"My master is guarding Pu'an Ji and has always wanted to open up trade routes. However, martial arts practice is flourishing in Jingzhou and there are many martial arts gyms. They are extremely exclusive and look down on Anzhou.

"This Pu'an Market has become bigger and bigger in recent years. It not only has a daily market, a morning market, and a twelfth lunar month market, but also... secretly manages the business of the 'ghost market'! The reputation has spread throughout Anzhou City!"

The dishes are really average, including a river fish, a piece of white water tofu, a bowl of five-spice dried shreds, and a plate of dried bamboo shoots.

The two dozen pushers were all very strong and strong, and they could push it hard even with all their strength.

Brother Luo, you are so good-looking, not as cold as Mr. Ji, and your eyes are like knives cutting flesh, making people afraid to look directly at you."

Why crowd around here and suffer the cold rain and wind!"

The so-called ghost market, also called Lushuiji, means stalls open before dawn.

Several Yalang who were traveling together complained.

"Could it be that the person being escorted by the escort car is your father? He is so filial and bows his head. Are you afraid that your father's feet will get muddy?"

The elder Yalang's eyelids twitched as he noticed that the carriage had left deep ruts in the mud, which showed how heavy the carriage was!

Next to him, there was a little sick man with a tiger head and a tiger brain. The two people, one big and one small, jumped out of the carriage and stepped into the inn.

He and Ji Yuan once set off on separate journeys, and agreed to meet up in Jingzhou, heading straight into the White Mountains and Black Waters.

"Who knows who is behind it? Orion, who was unknown a few years ago, suddenly became famous and became a prominent figure in the county!"

Later, after several years of operation, Pu'an gradually became more popular, and there were large stalls such as a grain market, a vegetable market, and a mule and horse market.

In order not to expose themselves and arouse ridicule, they set up their stall in a dark corner before dawn.

Young Yalang inquired curiously.

Seeing that Pu'anji really couldn't entertain them, the salesmen and vendors had no choice but to curse a few more times and discuss where to stay.

This voice full of complaints and cynicism came from the salesman who was all wet.

Use less money and more barter.

He is the kind of powerful person who wants to do big things. Before he left the capital, he overpowered General Zhong Xungui in the martial arts hall, broke into the patrol camp and killed the guests and ministers of the country!

The innkeeper bent down, smiled and said a few beautiful words, and then said:

But since business cannot be done without righteousness, Luo is willing to make him a friend."

The elderly tooth man was like a slippery fish, diving in and out, asking questions, and finally understood the situation.

The queue stretched into a long line, and the drivers were all experienced drivers, but the wheel hub still sank into the bad road and was difficult to pull out.

However, success or failure depends on each person's means and ability, and Luo cannot guarantee it.

The third young master of Tongbao Bank may have experienced hardships along the way and became much more prudent in his words and deeds, no longer as frivolous as he was in Tianjing.

This disappointed Luo Sanlang, who wanted to experience the pleasures of the world.

He smiled slightly, rubbed the jade ring on his left hand, and sat down at the brightly polished table with Xiao Fang in hand.

The "Eight Auspiciousness" pattern formed by the combination of these eight magical instruments can ward off disasters and resolve difficulties, and is a rare treasure.

If you are a private person, there is not so much emphasis on it, but if you are caught by the government, you will inevitably be imprisoned. At the least, your home will be ransacked, and at the most serious, you will be exiled or beheaded.

The elder brother of the Luo family is just a local snake in Anzhou. If he can take advantage of the relationship with the Tianjing Emperor, he will have the capital to pull the skin of a tiger in the future, regardless of whether he is accepted or not.

It’s not too early to flatter and hug your thighs, trying to get a share of the pie.

Thirty miles away from Pu'anji, there is a village of its own. With some money, it is not a problem to find a thatched hut to stay.
To be continued...