C208 (1/2)

Although it was the same year in the Northern Song Dynasty, there would never be a tragic story about Jin Lian and the official from the Xi Men family.

Rubbing his forehead, Jiang Xiaobai moved a little to the side.

The other party didn't do it on purpose and he wasn't injured, so there was no need to explain things too clearly.

However, the girl felt rather sorry. After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly shouted, ”Hey, are you selling firewood?”

Jiang Xiaobai raised his head, ”You want to buy it?”

”I've bought it!” The little girl very straightforwardly pointed to the left and said, ”Enter from that direction!”

Although there was no apology, it could still be considered a form of compensation.

Jiang Xiaobai laughed bitterly in his heart, thinking that he was just selling them for firewood.

On the left, there was a gate about seven or eight meters away. Apparently, it led to the front yard of the small building.

Jiang Xiaobai carried the firewood and walked over unsteadily.

It was a very special house. There were two big, sturdy men standing next to it.

The big sized man obviously heard what the girl said. He only glanced at Jiang Xiaobai and waved for him to quickly go in.

There were three rooms in each of the north and south directions. In the center of the courtyard, there was a incense table, on which were curling incense, and many yellow charm papers, which had not been completely burnt down, scattered all around.

Directly to the south of the courtyard, there was a moon gate. Behind it seemed to be a stable and a kitchen. There were the sounds of animals singing, and also the sound of pots and pans knocking against each other.

Jiang Xiaobai reckoned that he must be a rich family, and the girl just now must be the young miss of this family.

Suddenly, a well-dressed, middle-aged woman with a slightly fat body walked out from the first floor and shouted at Jiang Xiaobai: ”Hey, hey, hey, who is barging in everywhere?”

Jiang Xiaobai immediately said: ”I sell firewood?”

”Come on, come on, we don't lack firewood here!” The middle-aged woman waved her hand in disgust.

”Mom, I let him in!” A small door in the middle of the second floor opened and the young woman walked out. She leaned against the railing and said, ”I accidentally dropped something and smashed his head. I feel very bad. I saw him standing at the side of the street, looking pitiful, so I let him in. ”

”There are so many pitiful people in this world, how can you just summon them inside?” Although the middle-aged woman was not satisfied, she still pointed at the Moon Gate and said, ”Take the firewood over. I'll give you fifteen big shots!”

Jiang Xiaobai did not know how much this firewood was worth, but it was obvious that fifteen bronze coins was still too little.

Going into the city cost three copper coins, but going out cost three copper coins. Coming out for a trip only earned him nine copper coins, which was only around ten steamed buns.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaobai wanted to throw away this burden, so without saying a word, he picked up the firewood and walked in.

Behind him, the woman said unhappily, ”Mom, it's too little, why don't we give it to twenty men?”

”As for Jin Lian, you don't know about the price of firewood and rice, but with the recent chaos in the army, your business was low. Yesterday, you ran into evil spirits and asked a Daoist to do some magic, spending a whole three taels of silver on me!” The middle-aged woman was also full of complaints, and said: ”I heard that the Jin Soldier Camp outside of the city last night was really terrible, they ate more than a hundred people, and Jin Soldier is already in the city, so there's no way we can do this anymore!”

From the conversation, it didn't sound like a mother and son.

Jiang Xiaobai passed through the Moon Door and immediately found a kitchen on the left. Under the eaves of the house, there were piles of dry firewood that weighed over a thousand kilograms.

The middle-aged woman was right, they really did not lack firewood.

Jiang Xiaobai placed the firewood under the roof and carried the carrying pole back to the small courtyard.

The middle-aged woman had already started counting the money and said, ”Hey, that firewood seller, I only have fourteen big shots. You can go eat the cake in the kitchen!”