"Please beside the two guests~"

The shopkeeper of the noodle restaurant is a middle-aged man with a kind smile.

The middle-aged man greeted him enthusiastically and invited the two of them in.

Zhang Hanchen said straight to the point: "We need some food that is easy to store and carry. Please help prepare it, the price is easy to say."

The shopkeeper didn't ask much.

After thinking for a while, he said, "How about the dried pancake? It is not easy to get moldy, so it is time to carry it if you eat it."

"No matter how good it is, the shopkeeper will have three hundred pieces."

Zhang Hanchen replied.

I saw the shopkeeper's desire to speak but stopped.

He asked, "But what's the difficulty?"

"This... is to be honest. All the ingredients for food in the shop are purchased from the City Lord's Mansion, and the things are priced at a day."

The shopkeeper lowered his voice.

He continued: "If there were ten or eight cakes, I could still help one or two, but these three hundred... maybe the guests would have to spend four or five times more money."

Zhang Hanchen never accused the store of starting prices.

It is normal that supplies are tight during the war, and the price of grain and food materials has increased by many times.

So he took out a golden leaf.

The golden leaves are as thin as cicada wings, about one finger long and only half an inch wide. The color is dark yellow, and there is nothing surprising.

Xu Ye regards money as dirt, probably.

I said in my heart: But that's it.

But the sight still couldn't resist the golden temptation and was firmly attracted by it.

Zhang Hanchen handed the Jin Yezi to the shopkeeper.

"Shopkeeper, please feel free to prepare. I will definitely not let you suffer a loss."

The middle-aged man handed it back again.

He said helplessly: "Forgive the guest, this thing is too eye-catching. I am afraid that I will never dare to spend it in my life."

Xu Ye took Jin Yezi into his pocket without expression.

Mainly I was curious and wanted to take it back and study it.

The accent was exposed and he didn't speak.

He took out some scattered silver and handed it over.

The shopkeeper accepted it with confidence.

Zhang Hanchen apologized and said, "How can I get tired of Xu... I'm paying the mat out of my own pocket?"

Xu Yeyun waved his hand lightly to show that he didn't have to care.

The deal was finally negotiated.

But at this time, several soldiers patrolling the city passed by the noodle shop.

It was seen that both of them were innocent.

He walked over with a stern face.

He asked sternly: "What did you two come to Xiangcheng at this time? If you can't explain clearly, you will be dealt with in detail in spying on military information!"

The shopkeeper was worried that the two would be punished.

He spoke and said, "Don't blame me, a few soldiers, they are my fellow countrymen, so they come to me to talk to you."

"shut up!"

A soldier shouted loudly and said, "All food is not allowed to be sold to outsiders. Do you want to violate the order of the city lord?"

The shopkeeper was so scared that he shrank his neck and did not dare to speak again.

Zhang Hanchen was calm and composed.

He responded with fluent Daliang's official words: "I have something to do with you. I'm here to buy some dry food for the need to travel. If you are delayed, you can't afford it."

Most of the arrogance of the soldiers patrolling the city suddenly faded away.

The leader accompanied the smile and said carefully: "I don't know what the adults have to do? If it is necessary, the villain is willing to work hard..."

Zhang Hanchen's eyes turned cold, and the other party was immediately silent.

"The matter is confidential, how can you let it be leaked? Get out of here!"

"Yes, yes, don't blame me, I'll leave now."

Several soldiers accompanied them with caution and walked backwards.

He ran away without looking back.

Xu Ye successfully added a few more pieces of silver of good quality, about seven or eight taels.

I have to say that it is extremely easy to pick up money from other people’s pockets by relying on the ability to control things with your mind.

Then he handed the money to the shopkeeper.

He said in a half-baked northern accent: "This is the money for pancakes."

The shopkeeper refused repeatedly.

"This is too much, not so much."

Xu Ye smiled and said, "Hold it, didn't you say we are fellow villagers?"

The shopkeeper was stunned.

Immediately, I suddenly realized that the other party was thanking him for his previous words to help.

I couldn't help but feel surprised.

After hesitating for a moment, he took over the silver.

"I feel ashamed of the kindness of the guest."

Paused.

He reminded: "But the two guests used tricks to scare away the soldiers patrolling the city. They need to be careful. If there is no need, leave this place as soon as possible."

"Oh? Why did you say this?"

Zhang Hanchen asked casually.

The shopkeeper had a kind smile on his face.

"I'm not sure at the beginning."

As he spoke, he turned his eyes to Xu Ye and continued, "It was not until he heard the guest's words that he was 80% sure. Are you from Qingzhou?"

Xu Ye was a little surprised.

"You have a very accurate look. Is my accent so obvious?"

The shopkeeper nodded with a smile.

"To be honest, I am from Qingzhou, but when the Wei River was changed to the direction and my hometown was flooded, I had no choice but to go north. In a blink of an eye, it has been almost twenty years."

The expression showed a deep thought, and it dimmed again in a blink of an eye.

"It's a pity that over the years, there have been constant frictions between Daliang and Dazhou, and the rift has deepened. Now, we even have to use the troops of the whole country to attack each other."

He sighed deeply and then said, "If this continues, I am afraid I will not be able to go back to my hometown in Qingzhou in my lifetime."

Zhang Hanchen was silent for a moment.

After changing to Qingzhou dialect, he said, "Let's relax. Maybe the war will end in a few years. You can go back to your hometown to visit."

The shopkeeper shook his head with a wry smile.

"When the war is in full force, the situation will be in chaos. No matter which side wins in the end, the people who suffer and suffer will be the helpless and helpless people.

Besides, how many people can survive until that time?”

Zhang Hanchen became more and more silent.

Although I keep reminding myself that this is only part of the dream.

But when I think of Xiangcheng's final outcome, I couldn't help but feel a little heavy.

The shopkeeper's conscious misunderstanding.

Then he changed the topic and said with a smile: "I can't help feeling a little when I'm old. Don't blame me, I'll prepare the pancakes now."

After saying that, he got up and entered the back hall.

No outsiders.
To be continued...