Unknowingly, I walked along the street and quickly turned a corner, and it suddenly opened up. It turned out that not far from the back door of the Prime Minister's Mansion was a bustling street. The streets of Qin State are quite spacious now, and many small vendors are walking on the streets.

Selling goods on the side.

As a young man, my eyes were full of novelty. I looked at the ancient buildings made of bricks and stones, with gray walls and black tiles. Colored flags with incomprehensible characters were hung at the door, which looked like sales signs or advertisements. Then I looked at the people wearing coarse cloth.

The vendors, as well as the various ancient people who lingered in the shops from time to time, were filled with excitement and a little bit of fear.

I walked through various shops, touching this one, looking at that one, various painted pottery, crudely carved jade, hand-woven handicrafts, and even farm tools. If we put these in modern times, they would all be cultural relics with great value.

Liancheng.

Someone once said that if you throw a person who knows no English at all to the United States and give him three months, his English will be better than that of a college student in China who has studied foreign languages ​​for more than 10 years, and he can talk fluently with foreigners in English. And I was told

Inexplicably thrown into ancient times, I already have a good foundation in classical Chinese. I can ask questions in the ancient market, and communication is no longer a problem.

I walked to a stall where I bought rouge and gouache. I picked up an ancient rouge from more than 2,000 years ago. I didn’t expect that women’s cosmetics already existed at this time. I wanted to see how it was different from modern times.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I picked it up, someone next to me bumped into me, and the rouge on my hand rolled down to the ground, making a mess. I raised my eyes to see who had bumped into me just now, but I looked around for the person who had already disappeared.

"Girl, bring me twelve baht." The landlady reached out to me to ask for money.

"What? Twelve baht?" The money here is in baht, but I don't know if this baht is equivalent to modern cents, gross, or yuan?

"A box of rouge costs twelve baht. You won't default on the bill!" The landlady grabbed my clothes for fear that I would run away. I was also worried because when I first arrived here, my modern clothes had already been replaced. I didn't know what was inside this ancient costume.

Will there be money?

I touched my clothes and found that I was indeed penniless, so I had to whisper: "I have no money."

"You're still looking at me when you don't have any money, aren't you trying to cause trouble?" The landlady looked disdainful. When I heard this, my face turned red.

I wanted to pull away, but the landlady held my clothes tightly and shouted, "Look, this little girl broke my rouge and still wants to run away!"

Hearing this, I wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl in. In modern times, have I ever encountered such an embarrassing scene? What should I do in this unaccompanied world? I really regret that I shouldn’t have touched her.

s things.

Some good-hearted people gradually gathered around me, and I suppressed the grievances in my heart.

"Are these enough?" A pair of clean and slender hands appeared in front of me. They were the most beautiful fingers I have ever seen. They were as gentle as jade, white and slender.

I looked up at the owner of my hand. He was a man who was a head taller than me. He was about 20 years old and had a calm and extraordinary demeanor, just like a gentle man from a book.

"That's enough, that's enough." The landlady quickly took the money, "Girl, you're lucky, this young man paid for it for you."

"Thank you." I had to say thank you repeatedly. The tears of grievance that I had suppressed burst out at this moment. I quickly lowered my head for fear of being seen.

"Girl." A low and gentle voice sounded next to my ears, just like the warm sunshine in winter, which can melt away all the coldness.

Before I could raise my head, a white handkerchief appeared in front of me, and a low-alcoholic voice sounded again, "Wipe it."

I obediently took the handkerchief and wiped away the tears from my eyes, slowly raised my head and looked at the young man in white, "Thank you very much, young man!" I have nothing but words of gratitude now.
Chapter completed!