Traveled through time with my ex-boyfriend [Chang Tian]

Chapter 6 Marquis of Chang'an

[Is this considered...meeting? 】

When Ye Fan said that he wanted to sell wine, he didn't simply put it on the counter and wait for customers to come to his door.Selling too slowly like that will ruin Old Ye's hard work.

He combined modern marketing strategies to come up with a complete set of plans.Once successful, not only can you raise wages, but you can also make a lot of money.

The only thing is, it takes time.

The money Guan Dalang brought really solved his urgent need.

He didn't intend to procrastinate any longer, so he asked Uncle Yu to call the long-term workers to the winery that afternoon, and paid them a small amount of money according to the record book.

Everyone got the money, thanked Ye Fan a thousand times, and called him "Ye Xiaoshan" again and again.

Ye Fan stood on the millstone, dumbfounded.These wages were originally earned by them, but now they are being treated as if they are being kind to him.

Xiao Dalang stood in front of the crowd, and asked loudly, "Young master, is this wine shop still open? If it is open, Xiao will still follow you!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of silence among the crowd.

Everyone raised their ears and waited for Ye Fan's response.

Ye Fan smiled, of course he wanted to open it.

He has studied winemaking engineering for seven years, and he has the golden finger of Fat Tuan. Looking at the entire Jin Dynasty, when it comes to winemaking, I am afraid that no one is more professional than him.

However, he didn't say it directly, but pretended to be helpless, and bowed his hands to everyone, "If it's open, please come and help me, brothers."

"sure."

The men responded with their mouths, but they roughly understood in their hearts-this wine shop probably won't be able to open.

Alas, the signboard erected by generations of the Ye family is about to be smashed!

***

When Ye Fan came out of the wine shop, it was already half an hour later.

He was not in a hurry, and walked slowly along the undulating ravine towards home.

"Fat Tuan, are you there?"

The mole was faintly hot, Fat Tuan responded softly: "Yes, Fanfan."

Ye Fan snorted and laughed.

Yesterday it was "Ye Fan", but today it has been upgraded to "Fan Fan". The alien light brain is quite good at friendship.

Sensing his emotions, Fat Tuan arched out from the mole, and rubbed his face affectionately. That flattering little look was really...

Ye Fan couldn't think of it as a cold machine.

"How soon can I switch to the space-time shuttle?"

The soft light ball paused strangely, and after a while, a guilty voice came out: "This... it depends on the speed of collecting mushrooms, the earlier you accumulate enough points, the earlier you can complete the transaction..."

Ye Fan sensed something was wrong, and was about to ask, Fat Tuan suddenly shouted: "Fanfan, be careful, there is a pit ahead!"

Ye Fan paused, only to realize that he had unknowingly walked to the edge of the pit, and he was about to fall if he took another step.

On the loess slope, there are countless such gullies, which is one of the reasons why the fields are not easy to cultivate.

Because of this little episode, Ye Fan didn't ask any more questions, and secretly thought to solve the problem of the wine shop first, and then collect mushrooms as soon as possible.

Coincidentally, the north of the village is Hanling Mountain, and there should be quite a few of them on the mountain.

Fat Tuan breathed a sigh of relief, cowardly retracted into the mole, and continued to pretend to be dead.

Ye Fan climbed up the high slope and saw his own cave.

At this time, a small figure squatted outside the wooden door, playing with the copper bell on the door.

Seeing Ye Fan from a distance, the little guy rushed over like a gust of wind.

Perhaps because he ran too fast, the little man tripped over a lump of dirt and fell heavily to the ground.

Ye Fan felt distressed and funny at the same time, and walked over quickly.

Without waiting for him to help, Little Hammer got up very skillfully with his little butt pouted, and leaned in front of him with a dusty little face.

"The eldest lady is here!" The little guy suppressed his voice, nervous, "I'm sitting on the kang, I said I have to go, tomorrow I have to take care of the shop..."

Ye Fan searched from his memory, and realized that he was talking about the eldest daughter of the Ye family, the eldest sister of the original body—Sister Ye.

Sister Ye runs a small restaurant in the county, and she is the only one in the front and back kitchens, working from dawn to dusk to earn some hard-earned money.

She must have heard about the "antique" and came here in a hurry today.

Not to mention the little hammer, even Ye Fan was a little nervous.

In the original body's memory, Sister Ye existed like a mother.That innate sense of seriousness makes people can't help but be careful.

Ye Fan adjusted his clothes before entering the door.

When Sister Ye heard the movement, she went up to meet it neatly, and asked in a loud voice: "Is the wages paid smoothly? Is there anyone in trouble? Is the money enough?"

Without waiting for Ye Fan to respond, she took out a bulging money bag from her waist, untied the string of the bag, revealing the broken silver inside.

"Copper coins are not easy to carry. I replaced them with this one. You can use them first. If you don't have enough... there are still some in the shop."

In this situation, Ye Fan didn't know how to react.

Sister Ye is not having a good life, and he can tell at a glance.

She was wearing old clothes, the color had faded badly, her hair was also very plain, her hands were thick and red, and she had frostbite in February.

Ye Fan pulled out the memories about her from his mind.

The eldest brother-in-law's surname is Fan, originally a wealthy businessman in the county, but a few years ago, he was involved in a lawsuit, not only lost his family's wealth, but also lost his life.

In these years, Sister Ye raised her son alone, took care of her mother-in-law, and also took care of the restaurant, but in three to five years, she seemed to be ten years older.

It is not difficult to guess that most of the money was saved by her to study for Fan Dalang, and she may have borrowed some of it.

Is this family affection?

Ye Fan's nose was sore, and "Sister" rolled out of his throat naturally.

At this moment, he can no longer tell whether he is from the modern "Ye Fan" or the native "Ye Xiaolang".

Sister Ye met his flickering eyes, deep smile lines appeared in the corners of her eyes, "What's the matter? It seems like I haven't seen it in 100 years."

Not 100 years, is never seen.After living for 26 years, he has never experienced this kind of brotherhood where blood is thicker than water, and these two days can be regarded as making up for it.

Ye Fan smiled and pushed the money bag back, "The wages have already been paid, and there is no need to use the money in the future. Sister, let's take the money back."

"Buying seeds, paying the spring tax, and living at home, don't you have to spend money?" Sister Ye rolled his eyes at him, "When did you learn to be so polite?"

"It's not polite, I already have an idea."

Sister Ye stared at him with disbelief clearly written in her eyes.

Ye Fan knew that she was not easy to dismiss, so he scratched his head and told her the plan in detail.

After hearing this, Sister Ye stared at him for a long time, and then said with a complex expression, "I really have grown up."

Ye Fan chuckled, knowing that she approved it.

Sister Ye looked at him and smiled rarely, "Come on, since you know what's in your heart, I won't say much."

Ye Fan also grinned, smiling softly, especially those pair of pointed canine teeth made him look younger than his actual age.

Sister Ye opened the bag and took out everything inside.

A pair of thick-soled single shoes, which are worn in spring; a blue jacket, with the cuffs sewn inward, can be worn for two more years.

The rest are all kinds of snacks, plus a dozen or so white buns the size of an adult's fist, no need to ask, it must be stuffed with dried vegetable oil residue, the original body's favorite, and Ye Fan also likes it.

"The weather is getting warmer every day. If you make too much, you can't let it go. You eat first, and I will ask someone to bring it to you in a few days."

It's superfluous to say anything, Ye Fan can only nod obediently.

The eldest sister is like a mother, not bad at all.

Thinking of the nephew who was only two years younger than the original body, Ye Fan turned and entered the side room.

Inside is a small study room, the desks and cabinets are all made of high-quality camphor wood, the original body may not go in once in ten days and half a month.

There were pens, inks, inkstones, and stacks of raw paper and white paper in the closet, and Ye Fan took out a lot of them here and there.

"Bring it back to Dalang."

Sister Ye carefully sorted it out, raised her eyebrows and said, "Give it all to him, what do you use?"

Ye Fan grinned and said jokingly: "Sister, don't you know me? I spend three days fishing and two days drying nets."

Big Sister Ye was amused by him, and wrapped up the things preciously, "When Da Lang gets his honor in the exam, ask him to kowtow to your uncle."

Ye Fan grinned, "I can't bear the champion's head."

Both siblings laughed.

Before parting, Ye Fan entrusted two things to Sister Ye.

One is the wine from the winery.

Those wines were originally good, but they were mixed with water by unscrupulous guys, and serious restaurants did not accept them, and selling them loose was time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Ye Fan thought about it, so he simply sent it to Sister Ye's restaurant, and explained to the customer in advance that if he sold it at a low price, he could recover some of the capital.

The second is the future plan.

Sister Ye's restaurant is not big, but there are a lot of traffickers and handymen who come and go every day. Ye Fan wants to use this convenience to spread a message.

"Let's just say that the young man of the Ye family was cheated. He found a box of fake antiques, and now there are only a few jars of Zhuangyuan red left at home. They must sell them for food."

"Really?" Sister Ye confirmed again and again.

"That's true." Ye Fan grinned like a child's play.

"You are not afraid of ruining your reputation. No young woman would dare to marry you?" Sister Ye put the burden in front of the ox cart and sat down next to the wine tank.

Ye Fan's smiling face froze, and he touched his nose in embarrassment—he was really not afraid.

Sister Ye took his reaction as shyness, stroked his temple hair affectionately, and said in a warm voice, "You are well, I have something to send to someone."

Ye Fan smiled and nodded, "Sister, let's go, don't mess around."

Uncle Yu patted the bull's back, "Let's go."

The old scalper lowered his head, mooed twice, and walked slowly.

Ye Fan stood on the high slope, watching the bullock cart slowly walking on the winding loess road, gradually turning into a tiny dot.

The afterglow of the setting sun falls on this vast land. The hills in the distance, the fields nearby, and the endless Yellow River seem to be coated with a layer of golden light.

***

The Li family is moving back to Hanjialing.

This news quickly replaced the fake antique case and became the new talk of the villagers after dinner.

The Li family had a high reputation in Daning County, Anzhou City, and even the entire Jin Dynasty.General Li is a great hero who defends his family and the country, and all the sons and daughters under him are also very promising.

Especially Li Dalang who was "Marquis of World War I".

During the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, the northern region was in chaos. General Li fell into the trick of the Khitans and died on the battlefield.

Li Jiadalang went deep into the Khitan king's tent with his own strength, not only beheaded the Khitan king himself, but also successfully escaped from the heavy siege of the Khitan cavalry, and was regarded as the "God of War" by countless soldiers.

The emperor of the Jin Dynasty lowered Long En and named him "Marquis of Chang'an".

Unexpectedly, Li Jia Dalang resigned his official position resolutely, and moved back to his hometown-Hanjialing from the capital with his younger siblings.

The streets are talking about it.

According to legend, the man of the Li family was eight feet tall, with copper teeth, palms as big as palm-leaf fans, and a body as strong as a calf.

Ye Fan imagined this image, and the corn porridge in his mouth almost spewed out.

If he had the chance to meet himself, he would really like to ask - do you know that you look like this?

February 28.

The breeze is gentle, the sun is warm and the sun is shining. It is a good day for everything.

Early in the morning, Hanjialing became lively.

On the dirt road outside the village, the sound of rumbling wheels can be heard continuously, and occasionally the neighing of horses can be heard.

The villagers put down their work one after another and rushed to the entrance of the village to watch the excitement.

Ye Fan couldn't help being curious, he stood on the high slope of his house and looked down.

Bullock carts, donkey carts, and rickshaws, one after another, bustled past the dirt road.

Behind the convoy were hundreds of warriors with swords and armour, all riding tall horses, majestic and majestic.

Looking at the robust horses, Ye Fan gasped in admiration. As expected of the god of war with "a mouthful of copper teeth and a body as strong as a bull", he is really rich!

You must know that in this era, cattle and horses are state property, especially horses, which are used for war, and farmers are not allowed to raise them privately.

Of course, there will always be some privileged classes, such as the current Marquis of Chang'an, who has both cattle and horses, and there are quite a few of them.

"one two three four five six seven……"

Ye Fan counted silently in his heart, like counting heavy silver ingots - so many!

As everyone knows, when he looks at others, some people regard him as scenery.

The man rode a bay red horse and walked in the leading position.

He is tall and has outstanding facial features. He has a slightly high brow bone, a straight nose, and brown eyes that are naturally luminous.

The villagers were discussing enthusiastically at first, but when they suddenly saw him, they stopped talking immediately.

Li Yao ignored the eager or fearful gazes around him, glanced casually, and saw the thin figure on the high slope.

His eyesight is different from that of ordinary people, even if he is several feet away, he can still see the young man's delicate eyebrows and eyes clearly.

He raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of surprise in his phoenix eyes that he didn't even notice.

His looks were second to none, especially his expression and demeanor, which were not inferior to the flamboyant and wealthy young men in the capital.

The amazement of the subordinates came from behind.

"Hey, I didn't expect there to be such a white, tender and beautiful lady in this remote village!"

"Where is it? Where is it? Why didn't I see it?"

The warrior in armor held the rein with one hand, and pointed at Gao Po with the other, "You are blind, aren't you?"

The person next to him turned his head, looked intently, then raised his foot and kicked over, "You're blind, that's clearly a young gentleman!"

"Never mind him, just look good!"

"Are you sick?"

"You are the only one who is sick!"

Two horses, one black and one red, neighed and broke away from the crowd, kicking and chasing.

Ye Fan's eyes swept across the two galloping horses, and finally fixed on Li Yao.

Whoa, that's really high!Even when sitting, he is half a head taller than the person next to him.

He couldn't help thinking of his ex-boyfriend who was far away in the sky. As a national first-class athlete and an outstanding graduate of national martial arts, that person was also a representative of "superior".

"Ah!" Li Yao rubbed his nose.

Such down-to-earth actions did not destroy his majestic image of the God of War in the slightest.

The villagers still looked reverent.

Ye Fan tilted his head, it looks familiar!