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Fubao lay on the carriage, with his feet raised: "Master, how long will it take?"

Qingyang was lazy, and after a long while he whipped the horse lightly, and walked on the road slower than an ox cart: "It's almost there, don't ask."

Fu Bao sat up helplessly: "It's almost time if you ask. You also said it was almost time two hours ago."

Qingyang raised his eyebrows: "If you say so, I will let you drive the cart... I will be your slave, and you still choose me."

Fubao lay down speechlessly. If they couldn't stop the car, they would both lose their lives. The master was really bold.

Qingyang looked at the road ahead and took out some snacks from his pocket: "Here, fill your stomach."

Fubao resolutely pushed his hand away, took out the stewed pork ribs and refreshing side dishes that Zhou Qiaoping had prepared before leaving, and finally took out the braised beef and placed them on a small wooden table.

Qingyang's expression froze: "No, when did you bring the food?"

Fubao stuck out her tongue playfully. Zhou Qiaoping and Zhang Ercui prepared seven or eight days' worth of dry food for them the night before she knew she was going to Qingzhou. Stewed meat and other things wouldn't go bad in the space, so they could just take it out and heat it up for a meal.

Fubao: "Master, heat up the food." She didn't want to eat some dry food after a tiring day. She wanted to drink hot soup, eat vegetables and fruits.

Qingyang was so angry that he laughed: "I go to heat up the food? You actually ordered your master to cook?"

Fubao: "Eating cold food will give you a stomachache. It's the most troublesome for children."

Qingyang looked at her seriously saying that she was in trouble, and said with a smile: "Then why don't you just warm yourself up?"

Fubao said seriously: "Grandma said that children will wet the kang if they play with fire!"

Qingyang was speechless with his righteousness. He moved two stones to the roadside to make a fire and heated up the soup. The two of them ate leisurely under the big willow tree by the roadside.

Fubao knew that he didn't have to worry too much about the journey, so he lay down in the carriage and had a good sleep with peace of mind.

Sure enough, they entered the city just before dark.

Qingyang looked at Fubao who was sleeping soundly and said, "Wake up, we're here!"

Looking at the bustling streets outside the carriage with sleepy eyes, Fu Bao was stunned for a moment, and then he felt more about the poverty of Linzhou. Although they were both provincial capitals, Qingzhou was many times stronger than Linzhou.

There was always a tense mood in Linzhou City, everyone had a serious expression on their face and was very cautious in their actions. But here the atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable, and the faces of the vendors were all filled with smiles.

Suddenly, a snap of fingers interrupted her thoughts. Qingyang: "Although Qingzhou is not a wealthy place, it is a rare and stable place. Let's go, I'll take you to see it."

They walked to a fruit stand. The owner was an old man in his 50s or 60s. He greeted them with a smile: "Girls, look around. What do you want to eat?"

Fubao looked at the various kinds of fruits, winter melons, apples, pears, and some unknown small berries. The bright colors made him hungry.

Fubao: "How much is the winter melon?"

The old man smiled and said, "Three cents a pound. If you want, I can pick out a sweet one for you."

Fu Bao pondered, this price is not cheap, this winter melon is different from the later watermelon. Although they look similar and the size is the same, the skin of the winter melon is very thick, with only a small red part in the middle, which accounts for only about half of it.

Most of the winter melons here weigh about 8 to 10 jin, and each melon costs more than 20 or nearly 30 wen. In Linzhou, Li Shuangrong's daily wage is only 50 wen.

The old man looked at her troubled face and comforted her, "You are not from Qingzhou, are you? This winter melon is the first batch to come down, and it is indeed a bit expensive. You can wait until mid-July, when the melons will be cheaper."

Qingyang nodded and agreed, "Thank you, old man. We won't buy any more for now." There was still half a cart of winter melons in the car. There was no need to buy more, as they would not be able to finish them even if they bought.

Fubao came back to his senses and accidentally caught a glimpse of a pot of brightly colored small fruit seedlings. The red fruits on it reflected slightly in the sun, bending the thin stems a lot.

Her eyes lit up with surprise and she asked excitedly, "Boss, how much is this?"

The old man turned around to look at the potted plant and said in confusion, "This thing is not for sale."

Fubao asked somewhat disappointedly: "Why not sell it? Isn't it delicious?" There were no tomatoes in her space, and she hadn't tasted this flavor for a long time.

The old man was horrified: "Girl, you can't eat this. It's just a potted plant, for viewing, not for eating."

Looking at the bright red tomatoes, which looked edible, I asked uncertainly, "What is it called?"

Qingyang answered before the boss did, "Wolf peach. It is said to be poisonous, so it has always been used for ornamental purposes."

Fubao looked at it anxiously, and said to the boss: "Boss, just sell it to me."

Qingyang also said, "Maybe where did you buy this? Would you mind showing us the way so we can go over and take a look?"

The old man was frightened and said to Qingyang anxiously, "The girl is still young and doesn't know the seriousness of the matter. Why don't you, as a father, take care of her? If she gets poisoned, what will happen to such a young child?"

Qingyang assured him with a serious face: "I will definitely keep an eye on her and will never let her cheat. The child really likes it..."

The old man looked at Fubao's cute, white and plump appearance and said, "Take it."

Qingyang counted out twenty coins and handed them to him: "Thank you."

On the way to the inn, Fubao happily held a pot of tomatoes and looked around.

Qingyang: "I don't know if this thing is edible, don't be greedy."

Fu Bao pouted and said, "Master! Not only is it edible, but it's also very delicious. If you don't believe me, let's eat this tonight."

Qingyang couldn't do anything about her, so he said helplessly: "Okay, if you want to eat it, eat it yourself, I won't eat it."

The two of them bickered all the way until they finally reached the door of an inn. Fu Bao looked up and saw, by chance! On the plaque hanging on the inn, there were four large characters written neatly: West Exit Inn.

Just as he was thinking that there was also a Xikou Restaurant in Linzhou, he saw a familiar figure. After not seeing him for a long time, Wang Li's fat belly was bulging again. At this time, he was sitting behind the counter of the inn to settle the bill.

Fubao ran out of the car happily: "Uncle Wang Li!"

When Wang Li saw Fubao, he was stunned for a moment, then immediately smiled and said, "Little Fubao? Why are you here? Where is your father?"

Fubao shook his head: "Dad is still on his way to Yuzhou."

Wang Li was shocked: "Who did you come with?"

Fubao: "My master brought me here. We passed by Qingzhou and he brought me here to broaden my horizons."

It was not until he saw Taoist Qingyang behind him that Wang Li asked cautiously, "Are you so confident in letting Shuangrong come with you to Qingzhou?"

Before Qingyang could answer, Fubao was eager to clear his master of suspicion: "He is Taoist Qingyang! He is the most powerful Taoist priest in Linzhou. He also saved my brother and mother's lives! He is a person our whole family trusts."

Wang Li had heard of Qingyang's reputation a long time ago, so he felt relieved and arranged the best room in the inn for them.

After going upstairs and entering the house, there was no one around. Fubao said quietly, "Let's go find some seeds tomorrow, and then we'll set off!"

In the end, Qingyang only heard a hum from his nose, and then he was locked outside. He touched his nose and returned to his room.