Traveling through ancient times: daily life on the run

Before Qin Luoqi reached the library, he passed by the entrance of a market and saw someone selling oyster mushrooms. People here call them ear mushrooms, which is a very elegant and pleasant name. It must have been named after Lord Li.

Seeing that the mushrooms looked very fresh, Qin Luoyi squatted down and chatted with the woman selling them: "Auntie, are these mushrooms selling well? How much is a pound?"

"It sells well. Rich people love to eat these new things. But now the production is high and the price is low. When it was first released, it could be sold for 15 wen per jin. Now it can only be sold for about 10 wen."

"So, do you grow your own mushrooms? Is the yield high? How many mushrooms can you produce every day?"

"The weather is good now, and we can produce quite a lot every day. I built a thatched hut specifically for growing this. The most we can produce in a day is over 100 kilograms, and we produce almost every day! Oh, whoever came up with the idea to grow ear mushrooms year-round is so smart and kind."

"I heard it's popular among girls."

"Yes, yes, yes. When I heard that Lord Li asked us farmers to grow these, he said it was a girl named Qin Luosheng who popularized it."

The customer who came to buy ear mushrooms was surprised when he heard this: "Is the Miss Qin Luoqing you are talking about the one who died in an accident in the capital a few days ago?"

The old lady was surprised: "What did you say? Miss Qin died?"

The man said, "Yes, no wonder Lord Li ordered every household to hang mourning banners. So this young lady was capable of such deeds! What a pity, what a pity, she died so young."

It would have been fine if I hadn't said it, but as soon as I started, people nearby came over one after another, chattering and criticizing me.

"This Miss Qin Luosheng is the one who brought food to help the people of Wangzhou when the floods wiped out all the crops and caused the death of many victims."

"It's her, then I know. I heard that the free library was also her idea. This girl is really a good person, why did she leave?"

"She did more than that. If you ask carefully, you will know that she is the adopted parent of us Wangzhou people. How could she be such a good person, just leave like that..." The person who said this suddenly raised his sleeves and wiped away his tears quietly.

The speaker was sad, and the listeners were heartbroken. When she talked about the sad parts, the old lady couldn't help but wipe away tears several times.

"I'll go back later and burn more paper money for the girl."

Qin Luoqi was surrounded by a crowd and was infected by the sad atmosphere, and his eyes turned red.

So many people were truly saddened by Qin Luo'er's death, and she was glad that everything she had done was worth it.

When she thought of this, she couldn't help but think of her beloved mother Fang and her younger brother Bai Lingyi, as well as the Fang family, young and old. She wondered how sad they would be if they heard the bad news of Qin Luoqi's death.

It's not that she didn't think about it before, but she tried her best to make her life fulfilling every day and not think about these things. But now, when she thought about these things, tears welled up in her eyes.

Leaving the crowd, Luo Yu sighed and continued walking towards the library.

When I arrived at the library, I found that the entire facade was hung with white mourning banners. When I walked in, I discovered that the administrator Feng Xiucai had a white cotton cloth wrapped around his arm. He was sitting behind the desk, wiping his tears secretly with his sleeves raised from time to time.

Luo Yu quietly walked over, tapped the table lightly, and asked, "I'd like to ask if the latest chapter of the comic strip 'Dreaming of Being a Guest' is available yet?"

Feng Xiucai quickly wiped away his tears, looked up at Luo Luo, and asked in bewilderment, "Can there be a new chapter for this picture book? Could it be that the young lady doesn't know that the real author of this picture book, Miss Qin Luo Luo, has passed away?"

This person was fine, but he was said to be dead several times.

Luo Yu pursed his lips helplessly and said quickly, "I knew she passed away, but I didn't expect it to be such a big blow to you all."

"Well, of course she's older. The little girl from the Zhao family hasn't come to work for a few days. I heard she fainted from crying at home. Miss Luo Hong has always been her role model. She originally wanted to work for a certain period of time and then go to the capital to seek refuge with the girl, but she never expected it to end like this. Miss Luo Hong was a lifesaver for us in Wangzhou, and she was the savior of the Zhao family. Such a good person, such a selfless person, died in an unclear way. Unfortunately, I, Feng Xiucai, am powerless and have no power to go to the capital to seek justice for the girl."

"Oh, do you suspect she died a violent death?"

"I can't say anything without evidence, but she's such a good person. Her selflessness and fearlessness will naturally affect the interests of the powerful. How can there be few people who want to harm her?"

Luo Yu sighed, bowed to him and said, "Brother, you are a wise man."

Mr. Feng bowed to her in return, shook his head and continued to wipe his tears.

There were very few people in the library. I didn't know if everyone was infected by the sad atmosphere and didn't want to go out, or because the serialized storybooks in the library had stopped.

She left the final draft of "Unaware of My Guest in a Dream" with Zhu Jinyou, wondering if he would send it to Bai Lingyi. He probably would. If he had seen the drawings, he would have known that Qin Luoyu had already predicted her own fate. With his intelligence, he might have guessed that she would continue to live in the world as someone else.

When she thought of Zhu Jinyou, Qin Luo's vision blurred again. These days, she tried her best not to think about him. From the moment she decided to leave him, she decided to let him completely exit her life. But what was going on with this inexplicable grief?

Would he be as heartbroken and grief-stricken as she was?

But no matter what, there is no turning back.

Qin Luosheng dragged his heavy feet to the cloth shop to buy some cloth and needle and thread to make a backpack. He had spent the whole day in tears, so he decided to just stay at the inn for the next two days, sewing and mending. It would be best if he didn't go out.

Strangely enough, during the two days she didn't go out, the waiter at the inn brought her meals on time every day, and added tea and water from time to time. His service attitude was really first-class.

Luo Yu didn't think much about it, just thinking it was the treatment that should be expected from a superior guest room.

On the third day, Luo Yu nervously went to see the prefect Li Wenzhe with the note in his hand.

Going to the government office to find the prefect was as difficult as an ordinary person going to the capital to see the emperor. Qin Luojue could only catch him in places where Lord Li often went.

I waited for a whole noon and then a whole afternoon, but I didn't see him leave the government office.

Luo Yu muttered, "It seems that Lord Li is really working for the benefit of the people. He's almost become a workaholic."

At night, Luo Yu walked around the government office for a while and was about to return home when he heard a letter from a courier on a fast horse. The guards at the gate of the government office hurried out to receive the letter, but after the courier handed it to them, he raised his voice to the sky in grief: "The emperor has passed away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two yamen runners who received the letter knelt down to express their condolences.

After a while, a group of people hurried out of the government office.

It was Lord Li and his wife, children and the elderly.