The daily life of Yu Baibai's family after traveling through time

Early in the morning, the only people in the restaurant were the waiter who was cleaning and a few traveling merchants staying there.

Yu's father's face instantly changed into a smile, and he took two steps forward:

"Brother Shunzi, are you busy?"

The waiter called Shunzi stopped holding the rag and turned around:

"Oh, who was it? It turned out to be Third Brother Yu! Did he catch prey again?"

"Hahaha, yes, a pheasant." Yu's father answered with a smile, and supported the basket on his back with his hand to indicate that the pheasant was there.

A glint of understanding flashed in the waiter's eyes: "Okay, come with me! Chef Wang is here!" Then he led Yu's father to the back.

"Hey, good!"

Dad Yu turned around and gave Mom Yu a look that asked her to wait a moment, then he carried the basket on his back and went to the kitchen.

He came out after a while, and you could tell from his face that he had sold it for a high price.

Father Yu walked to the door of the store, turned around and said:

"Brother Shunzi, I'm leaving now! I want to wish you a Happy New Year in advance!"

"Happy New Year! Take care!" This Third Brother Yu is really polite. You can tell from his clothes that he has had a hard time. I will help him if I can in the future!

Yu Ma was also very polite. She nodded and smiled at Shunzi, not at all stage fright.

The two men held Yu Baibai and soon walked away with the crowd.

The originally cold winter becomes bustling with people because of the New Year.

Farmers want to take advantage of this time to pay back more money and buy some food for their wives, children and mothers so that they don’t go hungry before the New Year.

The stewards of wealthy families would also take this opportunity to look around to see if there were any rare items that they could use to add to the New Year dishes for their masters and children, or to ask for rewards.

This was Qiao Mu and Yu Baibai’s first time in town, and everything they saw was curious.

In modern times, although Qiao Mu is a rich man, there are some things he has never seen. After all, this era is fictional!

The most important thing is - this is ancient times!

In modern times, many things have long been lost. Unlike today, everything is right in front of us, dazzling the eyes.

"Purses for sale! Would you like to see one, young lady?"

"Sugar man!!"

There were also some children who were throwing tantrums at the place where the candied haws were sold:

"Mom! I want to eat candied haws! I want to eat!"

"Get up now! Don't make me slap you in such a happy place."

"Wuwuwuwu...bad mother!"

The streets were bustling with noise, and Yu Baibai's family was also absorbed in the lively atmosphere.

Qiao Mu held Yu Baibai in his arms, and Yu Yaozu carefully protected the two of them. They had already agreed before coming to sell the silver plate for some money to make ends meet.

Now they plan to find a jewelry store or pawn shop to check the price first, and then decide which one to sell it to.

"Sir, please have a bowl of wontons!"

Yu Yaozu smiled and replied: "Uncle, give me a bowl and beat an egg."

"Okay, please sit down for a moment, sir!"

Qiao Mu sat down with his daughter in his arms, and Yu Yaozu put the backpack aside.

"Xiao Mu, you and your daughter can eat something here first. I'll go ask about the price. Don't run away with the child in your arms."

Qiao Mu untied the small quilt covering Yu Baibai and said:

"Okay, go ahead. Don't buy anything yet. We'll go together when you come back."

"Okay, keep an eye on Baibai. I heard there are kidnappers here!" He gave worried instructions before leaving.

"Can a kidnapper still snatch a child from my arms? Don't worry about it, just go and do your business."

Qiao Mu rolled his eyes. It was the first time he knew that this man could be so talkative.

You know what, it's pretty good. In the past, my family was rich and I could let my assistant take care of everything. Now this man also cares about me and my mother!

Yu Yaozu walked out of the wonton stall, looking back every few steps.