Luo Mingguang tried several dresses with simple colors and less complicated styles. Of course, she didn't know what materials they were all about, and she didn't even know whether the price was suitable.

Zhao Yan had no sarcastic words and carefully selected four or five pieces for her, which made her look a bit brighter than her face, which had not yet completely changed from pickled vegetables.

Luo Mingguang was still a little angry, and he had the intention to make him spend money. He asked Zhao Yan to buy them all without hesitation. He hummed in his heart and made you bleed, and just pretend that you have apologized to the girl.

The female shopkeeper looked in her thirties and could actually forget about her business when she saw Zhao Yan. Later, she saw such an immortal-like young master who actually picked clothes for such a little girl. Her expression was bad. She swept her eyes over the two of them, and her messy expression could not be covered.

When Zhao Yan met the account, Luo Mingguang almost ran away with his wrapped clothes. He left the ready-to-wear shop and asked Zhao Yan: "Hey, what do you think of this shopkeeper?"

Zhao Yan looked back at her and said, "I probably thought that this young man is so kind that the maid who is so fragrant at home can help him clean up seriously."

Luo Mingguang immediately stretched out his nostrils and exhaleed hard. The prince of this is not the one who can speak well. She really doesn’t have a good memory!

So along the way, Luo Mingguang strided heavily, walking back almost one by one, and no longer felt uncomfortable.

Zhao Yan just walked with his hands in peace, and the corners of his mouth even curled up happily.

If Luo Mingguang saw it, he would roughly sigh: It can be seen how much this person likes to build his happiness on other people's pain.

Seeing that the trip was about to be taken to Guangrao Mansion one day, Mu Yun couldn't help but worry. The hard-to-chew cakes, the robbers everywhere, and the days of hunger and fullness were all lingering nightmares.

Fan Ju and the guards were also a little scared, not because they were worried about the robbers, but the feeling of being so hungry that it was really not very wonderful.

Zhao Yanjing drooped his eyelids and covered the look in his eyes with his thick eyelashes. He passed through any unpalatable food or any difficult difficulties. This difficulty is really not difficult.

"The weather is hot and it is easy to break with cooked food. Why don't we buy some food and vegetables and cook our own food along the way?" Luo Mingguang learned about the actual situation and suggested.

"It's also a solution!" Mu Yun's eyes lit up and he looked in the crowd: "Any of you who can cook, right?"

Two older guards promised to do it, but they only knew how to steam rice, batter, etc.

"That's good, it's better than eating pancakes." Mu Yun felt a toothache when he thought of the pancake.

After the agreement was made, everyone decided to repair the Zhifang County town bordering Moling Prefecture and Guangrao Prefecture for two days to prepare what they wanted to bring.

After settling in the inn in the evening, Luo Mingguang asked the inn's staff for a list of the things he wanted to buy. He couldn't count on those big men in this way.

He bit the tip of the pen and wrote it hard for a long time with a soft pen. Then he knocked on the door of Zhao Yan and Mu Yun to explain his purpose and asked the two rich old men to pay for the money.

Zhao Yan took her list with a very strange look, and said in confusion: "Can you still write?" Then his expression froze and he handed over the list: "What kind of talisman are you drawing?"

Mu Yun intercepted it in the middle and laughed at it: "Girl, my brother writes better than yours with his feet, and the keywords are still wrong. Girl, I will copy it for you, so don't take it out and let people laugh at me!"

I admit that the writing is not good, but I firmly refuse to write it wrong. That is whether the simplified word is good or not. It is because you are outdated and you are old-fashioned, you can't keep up with the trend of the times!

Luo Mingguang only dared to roar in his heart, his face was extremely aggrieved. He scratched his head and grabbed it in disappointment, and said angrily: "I'll read it, you write it!"

He turned around and went back to the room and took the pen and ink, and placed it in front of the desk in disappointment.

Mu Yun pressed Zhao Yan to the table and said, "Brother Yan wrote better than me, so Brother Yan should come."

Zhao Yan was not humble either, so he raised his eyes to Luo Mingguang: "Remember!"

The list lists pots, pans, rice, flour, vegetables, salt, oil, sauce, vinegar, etc., which is very comprehensive. Seeing Zhao Yan's words falling on the paper one by one, Luo Mingguang looked at it and saw the whole article of running and cursive, with iron hooks and silver strokes, which was very vigorous.

Zhao Yan asked while writing: "Maybe there are more than five words I know?"

Mu Yun laughed, pulled the list in Luo Mingguang's hand, and then finished it: "Brother Zhang wants to keep this. If you don't feel happy one day, you can take it out and have fun."

That's enough! These two people feel uncomfortable if they don't make fun of her for a day!

Luo Mingguang almost bulged his face into a toad, and whistled twice, threatening: "Brother Yun, not only the Taoist priests of Maoshan can use the ghost submission technique, but I can do it, not only do it, but also much more sophisticated than them. The Taoist priests of Maoshan also need to use various ritual sacrifices to perform the technique. I just need to reach out to make such a move. How many of them do you want? Do you want to bring a few of them for Brother Yun?"

Mu Yun quickly laughed and begged for mercy, but he was unwilling to say, "Girl, don't just target brother, brother Yan, why don't you give me a few?"

Before Luo Mingguang could speak, Zhao Yan shook the ink traces while holding the written list, while the old god was saying, "How can she get this young master?"

Luo Mingguang was wrong: "The prince is just relying on the jade pendant. If I call out the Jue Spirit to make it escape, your holy object is at best just a better piece of jade!"

"Oh," Zhao Yan was not moved at all: "I think the instrument and the instrument spirit depend on each other and can only coexist."

Luo Mingguang held his forehead with his hands. What is this bastard doing so smartly!

He explained: "I'll go buy vegetables first, so I can handle it first." Then he turned around and left with his back stiff.

Mu Yun held back his laughter and turned to Zhao Yan: "Brother Yan, don't always bully girls. It's not that he has a grudge against his previous life, so he will quarrel as soon as he speaks."

Zhao Yan folded the list and stuffed it to Mu Yun, saying, "Don't you think it's interesting that this little girl is sometimes frustrated and sometimes furious when she gets angry?"

Mu Yun couldn't help laughing again: "Brother Yan, you are so bad!"

The weather was sunny the next day. Luo Mingguang directed the guards in front of the hall to wash and slice all the eggplant, cabbage, cucumber, garlic shoots and other vegetables he bought and exposed to the sun, and then dehydrate and pickle some of them.

It took time for the food to be dried, and everyone stayed in the inn for two days and had not been idle for the past two days. If so much food was pulled by the carriage that brought goods, it would be like a person hanging over gold and silver and passing by a thief's nest, which was clearly something that people were thinking about. So they bought a large carriage with a man on the local area, and the window was equipped with a gauze tent, disguised as a seat, and put the rice, flour and other items he bought into it.

On the fourth day, the dried vegetables were filled with two large bags, and the pickled vegetables were made into four large jars, stuffed them all into the car, and purchased pumpkins, eggs and other items that could be stored for a long time. Everyone set off.
Chapter completed!