The blind box of the plane was exposed, and foreigners cried for entry into China

"Miss, please leave some wine for me!" Zhao Lingyun stretched out his hand to Erkang to try to stop her before he even got off the horse.

Zhao Lingyun and his personal guards rode toward the source of the aroma, his mind racing. The further he went, the stronger the aroma grew. Unfortunately, the further he got, the harder it was to discern the specific spices. The aroma was simply becoming more and more overpowering, the flavors likely blending with the greasy food. Zhao Lingyun, who hadn't even had breakfast yet, felt even emptier.

Gradually, Zhao Lingyun began to smell the faint aroma of wine. Its fragrance was so clear and sweet, and the closer he got to it, the less intense it became in his mouth. His urge to drink was brewing.

I swallowed hard. "What a skill! I wonder who's so bold as to lure me here with such a large quantity of spices!"

Ling Xiaoyue heard the shout, put away the wine bottle and looked at the person who came.

Zhao Lingyun dismounted and strode to the pot. "I am Zhao Lingyun from the Princess's Mansion. May I ask what your name is, young lady?"

After saying this, he openly glanced at the boiling pot beside him and the bottle of white wine in Ling Xiaoyue's hand. He then turned his head to look at the store again.

I'm sure this strange house and this group of strange people didn't exist before today. Hearing the sound of horse hooves, everyone came out except Su Yu, who was working as a shopping guide for Zhang Erquan and his grandson.

Without waiting for Ling Xiaoyue to speak, Zhao Lingyun strode over to the sign. His eyesight was excellent, so he had no doubt he might have been mistaken. Besides, it was in broad daylight, with white writing on a blackboard, so how could he have been wrong?

Yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu! High-quality seeds! Zhao Lingyun's eyelids twitched as he saw the words written above. He turned and took another look at the strange house and the people in strange clothes. He pondered for a moment. Thinking of the current situation, he couldn't help but make up his mind and go all out!

He turned around and clasped his fists towards Cheng Jia: "Sir, may I ask if what is written on this board is true?"

Cheng Jia responded: "Of course it's true."

Zhao Lingyun couldn't wait: "Sir, do you have any spices here?"

Cheng Jia smiled: "Yes."

"how many."

"How much do you want?"

Zhao Lingyun was overjoyed. "Of course the more the better. Could you take me to see it?"

Cheng Jia looked at Ling Xiaoyue, who understood. Zhao Lingyun then realized that this girl seemed to be in charge here. So he saluted Ling Xiaoyue with a fist, and followed Cheng Jia into the store.

Ling Xiaoyue was collecting cash at the door, while the others were watching outside, waiting for more people to come. There was no other way, the current store was too small to accommodate so many people.

Zhao Lingyun's attendant followed Zhao Lingyun into the store and was immediately attracted by the folding glass windows on the wall inside.

"Excuse me, where are the spices?" Zhao Lingyun glanced at the shop and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. How could it be so small? How could it have everything as written on the board? His heart sank.

Even though there are many things made of glazed iron everywhere you look, but...

Cheng Jia led Zhao Lingyun to the shelves where the kitchen supplies were kept. He pointed at the star anise, cinnamon, peppercorns, and other items on display and said, "These are just for display. Do you find what you want in there?"

Zhao Lingyun roughly counted them and was surprised by the complete collection. He hurriedly asked, "Sir, may I ask how much your spices cost and when we can expect to see them?"

Cheng Jia said, "All spices are priced at one ounce of silver per pound."

Just as Zhao Lingyun was about to ask when the spices would be delivered to his house, he heard a quarrel nearby. It sounded like a grandfather and his grandson were arguing over who should go back to the city.

An elderly voice said, "The young master has given you something to do, so you should do it well. Go back home and report to me."

Another young voice said, I am young and my legs are flexible, so I can run fast.

The old voice said again, it is the horse that is running, not you, so what’s the use of your young legs and feet.

Next, I heard a strange sound of a knob next door, and then the aroma of wine filled the air.

Zhao Lingyun couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.

Seeing that he couldn't win against his grandfather, Zhang Erquan simply followed Su Yu's example and opened a bottle of wine, stuffed it into his grandfather's hand, picked up his and his grandfather's shopping baskets, and rushed to the door.

"Sister Ling, I'll leave my grandfather with you. I'll be back soon! This is a token of the mansion!" He tore off the sign of Zhang Mansion from his waist and put it on the counter. Then he rushed out again with two full shopping baskets, mounted his horse, returned to the city, and informed the master of the mansion.

Old man Zhang didn't expect his grandson to have this skill, but when he smelled the aroma of the wine in the bottle, he let him do it.

Old man Zhang already knew the prices of these goods, so he was not worried that his grandson would not be able to pay for the wine himself. If he really couldn't pay, he would let the master pay for it.

Old man Zhang smiled and took a sip from the bottle. "Tsk, this is about as good as it gets." While savoring the wine, he grabbed some drunkard peanuts, pickled chicken feet, braised pig's trotters, and braised duck feet from the shelves. He said, "Wait until my unworthy grandson comes back to settle the bill," and then he went back to the teahouse next door to taste the wine.

Zhao Lingyun, who was watching the excitement nearby, couldn't help but remind them, "It seems that the young man is going back home to report the news. Your store only has these goods, and I can eat them all by myself."

Cheng Jia smiled and explained, "Young Master Zhao should already know why we're here. Our shop isn't limited to this small space. We just need your king's permission before we can open our storefront."

Zhao Lingyun was surprised after hearing this, but he avoided the main point and said, "This shop can also be enlarged and shrunk? Will everyone in the future be able to learn immortal arts?"

"This is not about cultivating immortality, this is technology." Cheng Jia took out a tablet.

“What is technology?”

"Technology is science and technology. For example, the freezer at the door, the air conditioner in the room, and the light above your head," Cheng Jia introduced.

Ling Xiaoyue listened to Cheng Jia's introduction, looked at the sun that was getting hotter and hotter, and then followed Cheng Jia's words, turned on the light with a click, and turned on the air conditioner with a beep.

Zhao Lingyun, with sharp ears and eyes, followed the direction of the sound and felt a cool breeze coming out from the gap in the fence above his head. He saw the glass lamp suddenly become as bright as the sun.

The attendant was completely stunned. He hadn't expected such a fortuitous encounter today, and a thought suddenly occurred to him. He was about to remind his master when he heard his master whisper, "Excuse me, shopkeeper, do you sell any firearms here?"

Cheng Jia was stunned and remained silent for a moment.

Zhao Lingyun became anxious. We have the science and technology for summer cooling, but why don't you tell me if there are any firearms?

"Whether there are any or not, please tell me something." When Zhao Lingyun saw that Cheng Jia clearly knew what firearms were, he understood the general idea and said, "To be honest, I am the current emperor's nephew. His only nephew."