Chapter 67 Don’t Be Afraid of Humanity
"In the Ming Dynasty, this courtyard will have no red plum blossoms in winter and no pear blossoms in spring, but you and I can transplant two trees. In a few years, we will be able to see petals like sparks and stamens like clouds in winter, and pear trees will be able to stand tall like a canopy in spring."
“It is only one street away from the best academy in Changhe County, and it takes only 15 minutes to walk there.”
"Second brother and Huaiqian are here. It is safe and convenient."
"The yard I had my eye on before is the most suitable place for doing business during the day, but it is crowded with people coming and going."
Lu Mingchao pursed his lips. It looks a little desolate now, but it will be full of vitality if it is carefully taken care of.
"Very good."
Xie Yan heaved a sigh of relief. "Ming Chao, let's go and book the shop with a small courtyard that you liked."
Lu Mingchao raised his eyebrows and said, "It's OK to just rent the shop."
Anyway, there is now a second courtyard next to Qingyun Academy.
Most of the people living nearby are students who study at Qingyun Academy and come from well-off families. It is a very quiet and peaceful place, with the air filled with the faint aroma of ink, which seems to calm people's minds.
"You like it."
"I'd love to."
Xie Yan's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his eyes flashed with a somewhat unrestrained and dazzling look.
He has survived the hardest days.
"It will be more convenient to have a small courtyard."
After bidding farewell to Uncle Chen, Xie Yan took Lu Mingchao to find the broker to negotiate the payment and sign the contract.
When everything was ready, the tepid sun in the sky began to wobble, and seemed powerless and unable to resist the approaching night. It could only wait quietly to be swallowed by the darkness.
The wind seemed to be helping the night, blowing harder and harder.
Lu Mingchao folded his cloak, found some food that the elderly and children liked from the space supermarket, tied it up neatly, handed it to Xie Yan to carry, and walked towards the city gate.
The official guarding the city gate looked at the large and small bags in Xie Yan's hands, and then he remembered that he had eaten a lot of northwest wind outside the Sun Mansion, and he felt a little annoyed.
"Five cents per person!"
The officer touched the scabbard at his waist and said ferociously.
Lu Mingchao: I have seen prices increase, but I have never seen an increase this high.
Three cents when coming, five cents when leaving.
Is this gate inlaid with gold?
"Since they collect gate taxes, Changhe must be a tax-paying county in Daqian."
"Ah Yan, I don't want to leave this city gate."
"You are so discerning and fair in your judgment. How could the county magistrate, who has detained Young Master Sun for two years, impose such a heavy tax? He must have been deceived."
"Why don't you and I return to the county office and tell the county magistrate in person?"
Ten cents. It's not that I don't have it, it's that I don't want to give it.
Especially ten cents is so targeted.
Xie Yan said solemnly, "That makes sense."
Officer: ???
Seeing that the young couple was unharmed, he thought that it was just that Sun Ershao was stupid and lost them.
I never thought that we had already clashed.
He was guarding the city gate and knew nothing.
The officer pursed his lips and couldn't help rubbing his hands, feeling terrified.
Lu Mingchao sighed and said casually, "I don't know how Young Master Sun knows so much about our whereabouts."
Officer: I feel numb. I am really numb.
He tried to gain an advantage only to be threatened.
"Three."
"I remembered it wrong. Three cents per person."
The officer did not want to bother with the issue any further and only hoped to find out what had happened after his shift was over.
Lu Mingchao glanced at the official, and six copper plates fell from his palm into the rattan basket.
This official's good days are over.
I heard from the people watching outside the county government office that the eldest son of the Sun family has returned.
Can the official who tipped off Sun Ershao hide perfectly?
Since someone has taken action, why bother her and Xie Yan?
After getting on the donkey cart, Lu Mingchao gave the old driver a few extra copper coins and a bag of cakes.
Looking at the sky, the old teacher cracked his whip, the sound of donkeys' hooves kicking could be heard, and the wheels creaked as they rolled back home.
Most villagers from Changxi Village take this donkey cart to go to Changhe County.
Leave in the morning and return in the evening.
"A Yan." Lu Mingchao poked Xie Yan's arm. His hair was messed up by the rushing night wind, and it was wrapped around Xie Yan's neck.
"Um?"
"Is there a carriage market in Changhe County that sells horse-drawn carriages?"
At sunset, it seemed colder than when we arrived.
Xie Yan nodded and said, "There should be some, but good horses are hard to come by."
"I'll figure it out."
Lu Mingchao shuddered suddenly.
The sky gradually darkened. The bleak moonlight hung in the sky, illuminating the dead branches on both sides of the road. The mottled shadows of the trees were cast darkly on the ground.
In an instant, Lu Mingchao had ten thousand supernatural movies in his mind.
Lu Mingchao ran his finger across the table light of the Space Supermarket and then withdrew his hand.
She was afraid of scaring the old coachman to death.
With his eyes slightly closed, he scanned the rows of shelves, and his gaze finally fell on a small red lantern powered by a portable battery.
At first glance, it looks like a candle burning inside.
Lu Mingchao took it out and inserted it on the rack behind the donkey cart.
The donkey cart was moving, the night wind was blowing, and the little red lantern was swaying.
Even weirder!
Lu Mingchao was tired.
He simply closed his eyes, leaned against the inkstone, and silently recited various quotations to enhance righteousness.
Out of sight, out of fear.
The donkey cart drove for an unknown amount of time, but when it arrived at the town, Aunt Feng and Feng Jinyu, the sister-in-law, were nowhere to be seen.
She was also curious about the result of Feng Jinyu's matchmaking.
Is that old scholar a late bloomer or a fighter among trash?
"The town is not too far from Changxi Village. Maybe he walked back." Xie Yan seemed to know what Lu Mingchao was thinking and said softly.
The road seemed to become more and more desolate, and Lu Mingchao was getting closer to Xie Yan.
Why didn’t I feel it was so long and desolate when I came here?
Okay, now I remember, she and Feng Jinyu were wrapped in cloaks and chatting about gossip and having a great time.
Even if it were raining knives from the sky, the weasel on the roadside asked, she wouldn't know.
There were bursts of crying sounds, vague and uncertain.
Lu Mingchao's scalp tingled and he clutched Xie Yan's sleeve tightly. "A Yan, did you hear any strange noises?"
Xie Yanhui held Lu Mingchao's hand and said, "Crying, a woman's crying."
"Ming Dynasty, we are human beings, don't be afraid."
Just like a ray of light breaking through the dark clouds, the Ming Dynasty, which remained calm and fearless even when surrounded by storms, was afraid of ghosts.
This was beyond his expectations.
How could there be ghosts in this world?
If there is a ghost, how can those people who use all kinds of sinister schemes and have the blood of heroes on their hands still hold high positions and prosper?
"In the Ming Dynasty, there were no ghosts in the world, only people who pretended to be ghosts."
Even if there are ghosts, there is nothing to be afraid of.
This is Xie Yan's unfinished words.
Lu Mingchao said she was not convinced.
Mainly, her existence is extremely powerful evidence.
The old teacher who was hurrying to catch the bus also chimed in, "Nine out of ten are people hurrying home."
Gradually, the crying became clearer and clearer.
Along with the crying, there was also a familiar sound of spitting.
Lu Mingchao was suspicious, but he mustered up the courage to pick up the lantern and head towards the direction where the sound came from.
"Feng Jinyu?"
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