In late autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and I look at the flying geese in the south.

On the official road leading to the capital, the leaves were falling, and the two delicate figures seemed to be swaying in the wind. The woman was twenty-year-old, and the cloth skirt and thorn hairpin could not hide her beautiful face. She held the reins in her hand, and a donkey was tied to the other end of the reins, and the donkey was carrying bedding and luggage on her back.

The main means of transportation for Dayan are horses and carriages. The bloodline of the horse is closely related to the identity of the owner. Riding a sweat-blooded BMW to the city and driving a Rolls-Royce on the road in later generations, the police did not dare to intercept the police. As for donkeys, even Alto is not as good as an elderly scooter.

In Chen Ying'er's heart, her son is the first, the donkey is second, and the last one is herself. According to her idea, her son rode on the donkey's back and she walked by herself; Chen Xu of course disagreed, and neither mother nor son could convince each other, but in the end, "the mother and son competed, and the donkey benefited."

"Xu'er, are you tired of walking? Let Xiao Hei carry you away."

Chen Ying'er gasped slightly and gently brushed her hair on her forehead. She looked up at the sun and asked with her son's hand. From Jinling to Beijing, she has been training for more than two months. Chen Xu is far stronger than before, but her cheeks are still not plump, especially her eyes. He looks like a cute loli.

Chen Xu will also be tired, but what he calls "tired" is measured by his mother's physical strength. Whenever his mother is about to walk, he will stop when she persists for a short distance.

"Mom, there is a tea shed in front of you. Let's have a bowl of tea to rest."

The teahouse is filled with peddlers and pawns, talking about the new things that have happened, whether true or false, that have been heard.

Having tied up Xiao Hei, Chen Ying'er took Chen Xu's hand and lowered her head and walked timidly to the empty table in the corner. A woman in coarse linen sat opposite the table, dressed as a monk or a vulgar, with a long sword on her back, pointing to the sky with a sharp edge, and her appearance was beautiful, especially her outspoken aura, which made her look as if she had been exiled from the nine heavens to the mortal world. She could see from a distance and not be disgusted.

The man is lustful and has a good face. Seeing the fairy dare not look directly, she always glances at him in a roundabout way, and stops on the fairy's face and then turns to another direction. Chen Ying'er and his son sit down, their eyes gradually become a little unscrupulous. Women from the world who are unknown from the origin dare not provoke them easily. Of course, the weak and fragile women in the good family do not have this concern.

Chen Ying'er carefully placed the small bag on her legs. She looked at the busy guy and said timidly: "Shopkeeper, come... a pot of tea."

I was afraid of shocking the people in the sky and did not dare to speak loudly.

Chen Xu was looking at the woman opposite and thought to himself: "Fortunately, she was carrying a wooden sword. If it were replaced by an iron sword, she would definitely be struck by lightning when going out on rainy days." Hearing his mother's words, he couldn't help but sigh and repeated loudly: "Shopkeeper, come a pot of tea."

"Customer, okay."

His past survival experience told Chen Xu that if you want to adapt to an era, you must understand this era. The fortress has always been breached from the inside. During this period, he learned a little more and less, and what he heard the most were all the rumors about the "Emperor of Greedy Money". As for the people in the world, they had never been in contact with each other. The woman in front of him was carrying a wooden sword and swaying around in the market, and perhaps she could find a breakthrough in her problem.

"Meeting is fate, I dare not ask what the girl calls her," Chen Xu asked with his fists.

The woman took a sip of tea slowly. Seeing Chen Xu's eyes a little funny, she said, "My sister's name is Qingtan." But what she thought was, "The little girl dressed as a man and had to pretend to be old-fashioned. It's really hard for them to be mother and daughter."

It was not the first time that someone misunderstood. Chen Xu was slightly surprised. He knew it, but he didn't intend to reveal it. He continued to ask in her tone: "Sister Qingtan is carrying a sword, and he must be a great hero who punishes evil."

Chen Xu felt numb himself, but Qingtan smiled slightly, "Sister is not a big hero."

"I don't believe it..."

Qingtan's expression moved slightly, and she turned her head to look at the men at the diagonal table. She had big arms and round waists, her face was full of flesh, and her fierce look was revealed. They were whispering with each other. Chen Xu followed Qingtan's eyes and had learned to "read lips", and he knew what they were discussing.

"The little lady is very beautiful."

"There are also those little kids who can't tell the difference between men and women, which is the most suitable for warming the bed."

"Find a place where no one is going."

"The boss will choose the rest first, and give the brothers a try..."

“…”

Chen Xu slowly lowered his head, and he didn't want Qingtan to see the murderous intent in his eyes. Chen Ying'er didn't know that her mother and son had been missed, so she took out the dry food from the bag and broke it apart, handed it to her son in large pieces, and left the rest to herself.

Chen Ying'er didn't save any private money. The dozen taels of silver given by the old housekeeper now have less than three taels left, so he has to save money.

"Xu'er, what's wrong with you? Don't like to eat?"

Chen Xu raised his head and smiled at his mother. He was never picky about food. He had received hell training before. As long as it could provide energy, he could stuff it into his mouth. Isn’t it worse than steamed buns?

"The steamed buns are cold, soak them in hot water and then eat them. Mom adds some sugar to you."

Chen Ying'er took the steamed buns and broke them into a thick porcelain bowl piece by piece, took out a small paper bag from the bag, poured some sand sugar into the bowl and poured it with boiling tea. This sand sugar was not purified like in later generations, and there were many impurities, but for the tight mother, it was a rare luxury, and she couldn't bear to add sugar to her son.

"Mom, I'll go and refill the pot."

Chen Xu carried a teapot full of boiling water past the people. Suddenly, he threw the teapot out as if he was tripped by someone. The tea poured one of them into a chicken that could directly remove her hair. At the same time, a sharpened wooden stick slipped out from Chen Xu's sleeves, throwing it to the man sitting with his back to him without leaving any trace.

The bench was narrow and its butt was large, and the wooden stick penetrated deeply into the area below his tail bone.

"oh……"

The man's thick body bounced up like a ball, covering his butt with his hands, and jumped up and down like a rabbit with red eyes.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"Boss..."

"Little bastard, don't have eyes?"

The man with red face scalded by boiling water glared at Chen Xu and cursed.

Chen Ying'er hurriedly walked to Chen Xu's side, "Brother, my Xu'er is still a child, he didn't mean it." He apologized while helping his son up.

"Mom, I'm fine."

"Second, what are you talking about? Give me a lesson in this little mist." The boss was still covering his butt, his anus was broken and his ass was injured. The pain was reflected on his face, and his expression became more and more ferocious.

"Who dares to do it!" Qingtan suddenly stood up.

"Who are you? Don't meddle in other people's business."

The boss was much more polite. The woman was carrying a sword and didn't look like she was easy to mess with.

"Qingtan of Hanging Temple!"

As Qingtan finished speaking, the noisy tea shed suddenly became aware of needles. When Chen Xu looked up again, the people who wanted to cause trouble ran faster than rabbits, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Hanging Temple? Chen Xu looked at Qingtan in surprise. Who is she?

"Little sister...brother, be careful in the future. Those people are not good people, and you can't afford to offend them." Qingtan held Chen Xu's hand, as kind as if the eldest sister next door, "Sister has something to do, you and I have a chance to see you again in the future." After a pause, she said to Chen Ying'er: "Madam, take care of it."

The fairy floated away and others bowed to him. The eyes of Chen Xu and his son were so envious that the owner of the teahouse did not charge any money when checking out.

"Mom, where is this Hanging Temple?"

"The Hanging Temple is also called Zhongtu Lingshan, Xiaotian Palace. It has been passed down for thousands of years and is the most mysterious sect in Daliang. It is said that only the best descendants are qualified to travel the world on behalf of the Shanmen, support the country, and eliminate violence and peace." The Hanging Temple is the object of worship by the people of Dayan. Chen Ying'er thought of her father. After many years, she couldn't even remember her father's voice, appearance and smile. The only feeling was a faint sadness. "Thanks to Fairy Qingtan today to rescue the siege."

In Chen Xu's consciousness, any species that can be called fairies are deserted and noble, why is Qingtan so kind that anyone can kiss? Is it just because he mistakenly regards a man as a girl?

The mother and son set off on their way again. At the sunset, they finally saw the towering city gate of the capital, with three big characters on the top of the city - Beiping!

"Xu'er, we're finally here in the capital."

"Why do you have to queue up when entering the city? There are still these rules in Peking?"

The two were lined up honestly, and the small merchants and vendors were talking indignantly. Chen Xu vaguely heard words like "the emperor of greed for money" and "tax eunuchs". Dayan had a wide variety of taxes, but there was no tax on entering the city, right?

The team shortened little by little, and Chen Xu finally knew what was going on. The emperor set up a "tax card" at the gate of the city with money. He had to pay taxes when he entered the city and had to pay taxes when he left the city. The two-way charges were too much. The most depressing thing was that there was no tax threshold yet, and the "chicken bunch" in the hands of the common people could not escape. The poor people could not afford to pay the money and mortgaged them with goods. But I don't know if they had to leave a bucket of salty food when they came across those who carried manure.

It was Chen Xu and his son's turn to enter the city. Not only did the people pay taxes, but the donkeys also had to pay the luggage tax. In addition, the luggage tax was a total of two taels of silver. After deducting the tax, the two of them had less than three coins left. Chen Xu looked at the eunuch's bulging wallet with his body. This thing was taken from the people and used for the people. He held it into his pocket...
Chapter completed!