If you want money, there is no such thing.

Xiao Liu only had ten cents in his hand, so he would keep it for him to collect the body. After all the years he has followed Fan Xian, he is really scared of poverty.

I wish I could spend half a penny.

"Get money and go hire a carriage." The two of them passed by a horse trip. Fan Xian stretched out his hand, and Xiao Liu immediately shook his head.

"Xiaolang, we only cost ten cents. Do you know that we have no rice to cook. Now the rice price in Chang'an City is so high that it costs twenty cents a bucket of millet!"

"Our money is not enough to buy rice!"

Twenty texts!

How did he become a family in Li Zhi?

According to the historical knowledge he has mastered, the rice prices in Chang'an City were very stable and low during the Zhenguan period when his father was in power.

A bucket of rice costs only four or five cents. After only a few years, the rice price has doubled several times.

"Don't worry, you have your own way when you get home."

Xiao Liu couldn't guess what Pei Fanxian said at all, so he handed the money to Boss Ma Xing dejectedly.

At the gate of Xishi Fangmen, the two got out of the car.

Xiao Liu was strange again.

"Why don't we sit at the door of our house? We all spent money." Xiao Liu felt so distressed when he thought of the money he spent.

“No need.”

“It’s great to have a walk and have a fresh air.”

Xishi is the largest market in Chang'an City. Money flows in and out, day and night, with shops in the city, and everything is sold.

No matter whether it is the authentic Tang Dynasty tradition or the exotic style, as long as you can think of it, you will have everything.

Fan Xian took a deep breath and the air in Datang was indeed sweet and fresh.

Just now in the car, he had already told Xiao Liu about his experience this morning. Someone glared and sighed, and his mood was shaking, and he couldn't believe it at all.

Pei Fanxian actually hugged the prince's thigh!

Although the magical medicine was still missing and was not presented to Li Hong, Pei Fanxian was full of confidence. After observation of the naked eye, Li Hong's illness was indeed very similar to the records in historical books.

All are heart disease. As long as you use glycerin to treat it, you will definitely get better. The Tang Dynasty also has the objective conditions for making glycerin by native methods.

As long as glycerin is handed over to Li Hong, he will ascend!

Since the support of the prince, the master and servant have taken strong steps, and a confident domineering spirit has shocked all directions.

The stall in front sells a kind of pastry unique to the Tang Dynasty, called Biluo.

I heard that it was also from the Western Regions. The dough is wrapped in fructose or meat filling. If you bite it, your lips and teeth will smell fragrant.

When he saw Bi Luo, his stomach immediately started to rumble, and he went up regardless of whether he had money or not.

"Little lady, how much does Biluo cost?"

The little lady who was taking care of the stall, combed her buns and smiled, and she was green and cute.

"A piece of stuffing, two pieces of stuffing with meat."

"Five pieces of meat filling!"

The little lady picked up the cleaned lotus leaves and wrapped them up. Although there were paper in the Tang Dynasty, there were still many types.

But the texture is not good, it is crisp and thin, and the price is high. For street shops like this, you can only use lotus leaf bags.

The little lady smiled so well. Fan Xian took the lotus leaf bag with this thought. After the little lady's mother came back from the toilet, she saw him and exclaimed: "Sick girl!"

With a whisper, let alone the beautiful girl, there are no one in the stalls within three meters around!

Xiao Liu silently, this is purely a normal operation.

The two walked forward for a while and were hitting a peddler carrying a load.

The peddler was very knowledgeable and could tell at a glance that someone was a famous sick man in the West City. He shouted loudly and ran away quickly.

The debris in the bamboo basket fell all over the floor, and Pei Fanxian was happy.

I picked it up along the way, including needles, threads, sweat towels, silk and handkerchiefs, which are always available for families and can be collected.

Oh, the world misled me!

Today, Pei Fanxian deeply realized the pain of being tired by rumors. No one can get sick when eating grains and grains. It is obviously their own problem, so how can he blame him for his head!

Since he came to the Tang Dynasty, he always had to have some plans. Making money is necessary. He is now so poor that he can't maintain his life without finding some money to make a living.

The key is to develop a relationship with Prince Li Hong.

With this thick and strong thigh, are you still worried about the future?

"Xiaolang, we haven't paid yet."

Pei Fan first held Biluo and ate happily, and gave him a piece. Xiao Liu held Biluo and felt wronged. Although Xiao Lang's illness was cured, he became shameless.

Although the master and servant lived a hard life in the past, when did Xiaolang have ever done the business of buying things without paying money?

Fan licked his fingers: "Do we have money?"

"No." Xiao Liu shook his head.

"Okay, I'm hungry and have no money. They scared away themselves and didn't get to collect the money. This matter is not up to me."

this……

It doesn't seem to make any sense.

Xiao Liu was gradually led by him: "Then where do we want to make money?"

Survival problems are in front of him, so he has no choice but to be in a hurry.

The sleeves were empty and there was not a single one. If it weren't for these Biluo's foundation, the next meal would have been unfinished.

"Money is not a problem."

As a time traveler, in this generation, both knowledge and experience have crushing advantages, and it is not easy to get some money.

There is a release pond in the east and west cities of the Tang Dynasty, which is specially used for the releasing of animals and praying for blessings by the nobles. Pei Fanxian's shabby house is here.

After crossing a bridge, walking a long way forward, I saw a deep pit and arrived.

As soon as Fan Xian got on the bridge, he saw a girl walking up from the other end.

He is so cute and has a pink face.

He knew this person, and he was the only daughter of his neighbor's tooth lady, Aunt Song, named Song Fanguo. He always ignored him and didn't even give him a cold look.

Under the cool silk skirt, Song Fenguo's slim figure appeared faintly.

I don’t like it even if it’s too dry!

I am a time traveler, and there are so many romantic encounters in the future. There must be seventeen or eighteen wives waiting for him in front!

He looked straight and was proud.

But Song Fanguo didn't turn around and ran away, but walked towards him step by step.

I'll go!

Is my spring coming?

Although her appearance is not top-notch, she can still make it.

Pei Fanxian rubbed his hands excitedly, waiting for the call of a romantic encounter.

Song Fanguo narrowed her eyes: "The sick girl is back!"

After saying that, the corner of the skirt was flying, and he turned around and ran away... and ran away...

Fan Xian was helpless and remembered a famous saying, "That girl Ping is really unreliable."

Xiao Liu looked gloating: "Xiao Lang, Song Fanguo looked at him."

No, I actually cared so much!

Looking at the eyes is what is ancient, but in modern times, it is myopia.

If so, it is understandable.

The master and servant got off the bridge and stopped again before they walked a few steps.

In front of Pei's mansion, seven or eight strong men and a few wives gathered together and whispered, all of them were his neighbors.

Looking from a distance, there were a few people with very fierce eyes.

this……

My time travel journey is really difficult.
Chapter completed!