Traveling through time and space to become a child, supporting the family by catching fish and shrim

Sheng Yinping squinted at him and said, "The Queen Mother is very interested in Master Chen's proposal."

Chen Lang said, "Miss Yinping, you should know my current situation. The Feihu Division has arrested so many spies. As a Yan person, I should avoid suspicion right now."

Sheng Yinping rolled her eyes, completely ignoring Chen Lang's "sophistry," and said, "Come on, if you really wanted to avoid suspicion, why would you come out with us every day? And why do you keep chatting with me?"

"The Queen Mother invites you into the palace."

At this point, Chen Lang stopped pretending and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Miss Yinping, for delivering the message."

Sheng Yinping said, "Now that we've finished talking about the business, let's move on to the story."

"You haven't finished telling the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai that you told yesterday."

……

After the tour, the convoy returned to Shangjing. Chen Lang found an opportunity and left midway.

Although Yelu Xiuge said that he did not suspect Chen Lang was a spy, the Feihu Division did not relax its surveillance of Chen Lang in the slightest.

Fortunately, Sheng Yinping did not like Feihu Division, and the things he wanted to talk to Chen Lang about today were rather "obscure", so when they went out for the trip, the convoy, under the command of Sheng Yinping, successfully got rid of Feihu Division. Occasionally, there were a few fish that slipped through the net, but they were also knocked unconscious by Sheng Yinping.

The spies of Feihu Division also realized something and took the initiative to withdraw their surveillance of the convoy.

This also gave Chen Lang the opportunity to act alone.

After leaving the convoy, Chen Lang first walked to a clothing store, pretending to choose clothes. After confirming that there were no spies from the Feihu Division around, he immediately bought a set of clothes commonly worn by Liao men. After changing into them, he put on a hat and left the store among the crowd.

Chen Lang didn't have much experience in anti-tracking. The only thing he could rely on was to stop from time to time and observe his surroundings, repeatedly confirming that no one was following him.

Although it is very tiring to do this, you have to persevere no matter how tired you are in order to save your life.

Shangjingjing City is an area where civilians gather. It is a mixed crowd of people, but because of the good security management, many small vendors choose to do business here.

Although most of the goods are of inferior quality, they are cheap and still very popular among the local people.

For example, the shop that Chen Lang was looking for was a shop that sold damaged porcelain. The porcelain bowls and plates here were all defective products. It was very normal for the bowls and plates to have cracks and for the teapots to have missing handles. However, these porcelains were all shipped from Dayan. Although there were some flaws in the appearance, the craftsmanship was quite fine, and it would be a very nice thing to buy them home as ornaments.

Of course, there are still few people willing to spend this money, so the store has been in a half-dead state, with only one clerk besides the shopkeeper.

And this clerk, like the porcelain in the shop, was missing parts.

The left sleeve is empty.

Perhaps it was for this reason that the shopkeeper recruited him as a clerk.

The weather is nice today, the sun is shining brightly, and the shopkeeper asked his clerk to move the lounge chair to the door of the shop so that he could lie down on it and bask in the sun.

"Shopkeeper, I want to buy a few bowls." A person suddenly appeared at the door of the shop, blocking the sunlight pouring down on the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper didn't even bother to raise his eyelids and said weakly, "Choose for yourself inside."

"Double compensation if you break anything."

"Then get out of my way immediately and stop blocking my sun."

The man took off his hat, walked into the shop with a smile, and said to the yawning clerk leaning on the counter, "I want to buy a bowl."

The clerk pointed to the shelves in the back and said, "Please choose for yourself. Once you've made your choice, just bring it here."

The visitor randomly selected a few chipped porcelain bowls and placed them on the counter. The waiter glanced at them and said, "Twenty cents for a good price."

The man said, "Wrap it up."

The waiter said, "Sir, takeout is an extra charge."

"Two cents."

The man said, "Package."

The guy responded crisply, looking somewhat happy.

After all, most people just buy the items and take them away, but this person was willing to spend a few more cents to pack them up.

You should know that the cost of packing is on your own and you don’t have to hand it over to the shopkeeper.

He got a hemp rope and skillfully tied up a few bowls. When he handed them to the customers, the customers did not reach out to take them. Instead, they frowned and thought, as if they wanted to buy something else.

The waiter asked, "Sir, what else do you need?"

The visitor's brows relaxed and he asked, "Do you have any cups made in the imperial kiln?"

The sentence was not spoken loudly, but the shopkeeper sitting at the door of the shop still heard it.

His eyelids slowly lifted, his eyes staring at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

The clerk was very angry, feeling as if he had been made fun of. He said, "Customer, are you kidding me? How could there be an official kiln in our shop?"

"How many people in this area can afford to buy a cup from the official kiln, even if it's a defective one?"

As he was speaking, the shopkeeper walked in slowly, waved his hand to signal the clerk to leave first, and forced a smile on his old face, saying: "Sir, the official kiln is too expensive, ordinary people can't afford it."

"Moreover, defective products from the official kilns are destroyed when they are fired. Those that are released into the market become even more valuable. Only the big porcelain shops can possibly get one or two. Our shop is too small to get them."

The visitor said calmly, "Is it because you can't get it, or are you afraid that I can't afford it?"

The old shopkeeper's smile became more sincere, and he said, "If the customer can really afford it, we can probably get one or two."

When the conversation reached a critical moment, both sides' voices became quieter.

The visitor had memorized the following paragraph for several days, even reciting it in his dreams, so when he spoke it, it was word for word.

"I want a green-glazed garlic cup from the official kiln, one foot high, two inches wide, and half an inch thick..."

The shopkeeper rubbed his fingers together, pondered for a moment, and said, "This size isn't right. We don't have a cup of this size."

"Sir, let's go inside and discuss in detail."

"Very good."

The shopkeeper told his waiter to wait outside and led the visitor into the back room.

And this guest was naturally Chen Lang.

On the way to the back room, the shopkeeper asked, "Is the guest coming from the south?"

Chen Lang nodded.

The shopkeeper then asked, "Does the guest remember the shopkeeper Qi from Dongjiao Lane in the capital?"

Chen Lang sighed, thinking that this process was indeed cumbersome. Fortunately, he had memorized it day and night over the past few days, otherwise he might not be able to answer questions fluently.

After saying the final contact code, the shopkeeper opened his mouth and made a "pop" sound.

He spat out a green pill.

Chen Lang immediately understood that if the person who came was a spy from Liao, the shopkeeper would choose to commit suicide by taking poison like Peng Yang.

No wonder Uncle San said in the letter that this was his real trump card to stay in Shangjing.

The shopkeeper put away the poison pill and asked, "Excuse me, sir, what is your position in the Imperial Prison?"