After I traveled through the book, my sister kidnapped my mother

Wen Zhimiao was blindfolded by Duan Jiling. The insects were mixed with other foods, and the two of them finished the two plates of insects together.

After eating, Wen Zhimiao drank several sips of tea to suppress the nausea.

It’s not that it’s really unpalatable, it’s just psychologically uncomfortable.

It took Wen Zhimiao a long time to adjust herself. Qian Liuniang, who was sitting opposite her, laughed cheerfully, "It's still edible, right?"

"Hmph, that's too much." Wen Zhimiao curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

"There is an auction tonight. I'll take you there." Qian Liuniang said.

Wen Zhimiao immediately adjusted his expression: "Thank you, Sixth Sister."

"You change your expression very quickly." Qian Liuniang said with a smile.

"How can this be considered a change of attitude?" Wen Zhimiao was shameless anyway.

Duan Jiling also laughed beside him: "Sister is a good person."

Qian Liuniang smiled playfully and said, "Okay, you two can play for a while."

"Can we go out for a walk?" Duan Jiling asked curiously.

Qian Liuniang nodded and said, "Go by yourself and come back in half an hour. We won't wait for you after that time."

"Okay!" Duan Jiling stood up happily and reached out to pull Wen Zhimiao, but Wen Zhimiao moved his hand away without making a sound.

The folding fan in his right hand fell into the palm of his left hand: "Is it getting lively now?"

"Yeah." Qian Liuniang walked downstairs slowly: "There are all kinds of people on the street. Don't do whatever you want just because you have guards."

Wen Zhimiao looked at Qian Liuniang's back and always felt that she seemed to be protecting herself and Duan Jiling. She wondered if it was her illusion.

But she didn't know Qian Liuniang. The other party was just the owner of a gambling house. Why would she protect her?

Wen Zhimiao couldn't figure it out, and then he felt that his guess was a bit outrageous.

But in the end, this guess still lingered in my mind and did not dissipate.

Intuition sometimes doesn't make sense, but many times it is correct.

Wen Zhimiao and Duan Jiling walked out of the gambling house together.

It was noisy inside the gambling house, but it wasn't so noisy once you walked out.

Although it was lively, it seemed quite 'quiet' without the shouting of gamblers.

The streets were filled with people wearing masks coming and going. Wen Zhimiao didn't take a serious look yesterday, but after taking a careful look today, he discovered that not all of these people were martial artists or people of extraordinary status.

Many people were wearing tattered clothes, including men, women, young and old.

Not all the items sold are not available outside, although most of them are indeed prohibited from sale.

Because of Nanshao's special location, at the border between the south and Tianqi, many things are not allowed to be sold on the market according to Tianqi's laws, or they can be sold but they have to pay high taxes.

The so-called ghost market is a place where these things are sold.

Many sellers are actually lower-class people who are just looking for a place to sell their items to make a living.

Wen Zhimiao suddenly understood why Wen Rongxue had always tolerated the existence of such a place.

The ghost market does hide many evil spirits, but it also provides many people with a way to make a living.

Wen Zhimiao did not realize that she had changed a lot. She used to be a person who paid great attention to the law, but after coming to this world, she had a deeper understanding of the lag of the law. Many things are not allowed by the law, but that does not mean that they must be very bad.

Duan Jiling didn’t think too much about it. She just felt that there were a lot of interesting things in the ghost market, and she wanted to see and buy everything.

Wen Zhimiao looked at her happy expression and it didn't seem fake.

"Miao Miao, this wind chime is so special." Duan Jiling looked at a string of shell wind chimes. Each shell was painted with a different color, showing the maker's care.

The stall owner was a young woman who was sitting on the stall and reading a book.

Wen Zhimiao glanced at a written article in front of her.

At first, she just felt that it looked familiar. After reading a few lines carefully, she realized that it was the article written by Yun Zhou before her mother ascended the throne.

Su Qingluo read it out in front of all the civil and military officials in the court.

Although the article was an analysis of current affairs in Tianxuan at the time, it also revealed Yun Zhou's youthful ambition hidden deep in his heart at the time.

Between the lines, one can also see that Yun Zhou actually had a hidden edge in his heart.

After Yunzhou became the Imperial Censor, this article became widely circulated among scholars.

It is not surprising that some educated people would read it, but it is a bit surprising that someone would read it in this ghost market.

Wen Zhimiao looked at the woman calmly. She was wearing coarse linen clothes and used the cheapest paper. In order to save paper, she even wrote her words in a much smaller size.

Most of the items placed in front of them are ornaments such as shells, or some small gadgets carved by hand.

Wen Zhimiao walked to Duan Jiling and looked carefully at the shell wind chime in her hand.

"It's really interesting."

"Did the stall owner make it himself?" Wen Zhimiao asked curiously.

The woman put down the books in her hands and nodded slightly: "Yes, they were all picked up by my family from the beach."

"Nanshao is not close to the sea. It would take three days to go back and forth even on horseback, right?" Besides, horses are very valuable things. Ordinary people would not have them.

Most people only have cows or mules, and even these two are not available to every household, after all, they are not cheap.

"Yes, but these items do not require special storage conditions."

This is true.

Wen Zhimiao looked at the book in her hand and said, "The stall owner is very hardworking."

The stall owner closed the book and chuckled, "Who doesn't want fame, fortune and wealth?"

Wen Zhimiao met her eyes and chuckled, "That makes sense. In that case, I will buy everything on the stall today, and consider it as helping the stall owner's ideal."

As she spoke, she put down a bag of change and asked, "Can you deliver it to your door?"

The stall owner was slightly stunned and looked at Wen Zhimiao as if he was not sure whether she was joking.

"You can open it and see if it's real silver." Wen Zhimiao said half-jokingly.

The stall owner actually opened the bag of change she gave him and looked carefully at it.

"Where would you like it to be delivered to, sir?" The stall owner was not at all shy and accepted the silver immediately.

"Nan Shao City, Prince Shun's Mansion." Wen Zhimiao said with a smile.

The stall owner nodded and agreed: "Okay, I will deliver it to you tomorrow."

"Trouble."

Wen Zhimiao gave the string of wind chimes to Duan Jiling: "Let's go, do you still want to go shopping?"

"We'll continue shopping for a while." Although Duan Jiling didn't know why Wen Zhimiao did this, he still had to continue shopping.

Wen Zhimiao smiled and said, "Let's go."

After the two of them walked for a while, Duan Jiling couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.

"Why does Miao Miao want to help her?"

Wen Zhimiao opened the folding fan in his hand, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "It's fun."

"Maybe we can raise a top scholar?"

Most people cannot understand Wen Zhimiao's train of thought, but Duan Jiling seems to understand her interest immediately.

"Oh, I see. It's just like when I was young, I accidentally saved a little tiger, and later I found that it not only grew up, but also grew well. That kind of happiness, right?"

Wen Zhimiao nodded: "Yes, yes, yes."

Duan Jiling jumped and shook the wind chime in his hand: "Then I wish Miaomiao can be raised successfully."

She stood on the street, her eyes slightly curved under the mask, her gray eyes reflecting the lights and people on the street.

Wen Zhimiao always felt that she was too clean, too clean to be like a member of the Duan family.