"Farewell."

Song You had put the quilt bag on the horse's back, tied up the chicken, bowed to him, and walked out.

The shopkeeper still held the paper, looking down, and from time to time he looked up at the figures, followed them, stood at the door and watched them leave.

The bay-red horse seemed to be spiritual. Not only did it not need the reins, it knew what to do without the Taoist even asking. The calico cat still followed the Taoist with small steps, but looked back at him from time to time, with clear eyes.

Just like that little girl.

"Suddenly..."

There are swallows flying in the sky.

The shopkeeper stood there blankly holding the paper.

It is now February, and the business in the teahouse next door is much quieter than during the Chinese New Year. However, it is refreshing to eat big fish and meat, and you still have to eat the clear porridge that usually flows slowly. The storyteller still comes to the teahouse.

In the storyteller, he told stories about gods, demons and ghosts for people's amusement, and his voice reached the ears of the shop owner.

As the store owner listened, he had an idea——

In the past two months, the Taoist who lives in his own house has taken his cat to listen to books next door almost every day. However, no matter the listeners at the table next to him or the storyteller on the stage, none of them know that there is a living person who knows magic.

The Taoist priest and the two monsters were sitting next to them.

If you tell it yourself to the storyteller, or find someone to write it down, I'm afraid it will be no less than an adventure in the story.

Come back to the house and read this recipe carefully.

After all, he also runs an inn. It is the only inn in Mozhu City. Whether he is rich or not, he still has some experience.

He recognized all the spices written on this piece of paper, except for one called "pepper" that was very unfamiliar. He had seen his husband use it during this period of time, and said it was brought by a god named Yanxian from the south. There are already many in the south.

People began to plant it, and some people brought it to the north to sell it, but after all, there were only a few.

Where to buy it became a problem that troubled him.

This trouble continued until he went upstairs to tidy up the gentleman's room and saw a potted plant on the window sill that was not tall and swaying in the wind, with a small red lantern on it. It was really cute.

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Golden Jasmine launches a plan to save expired monthly tickets——
Chapter completed!