Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 12027

Banshu.

Red Leaf City.

Three strings of candied hawthorns.

The young man, dressed in simple clothes, had a faint smile on his handsome face.

"okay."

The stall owner responded, but before he could make a move, the woman next to him had already reached out and plucked three grass stalks from the target.

"You're feeding this to an old man like me?" Yan Huang, who was looking around nearby, raised an eyebrow and glared.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Luo Xingchen reached out and took a cigarette, glancing at the cigarette king.

"Eat, why not eat!"

The Smoke King snorted, snatched a cigarette, and bit off the big red fruit on top.

Mo Anbai chuckled softly but remained silent.

Over the past few days, she and Luo Xingchen have come to understand the Smoke Emperor's personality.

The Emperor of Tobacco is a highly experienced man, but he is still a child at heart, having lived a carefree life for decades.

Looking at the large red lanterns hanging on both sides of the shops and the bustling crowds, Luo Xingchen couldn't help but smile.

In this world, life has been so hard for ordinary people. Having survived the disaster of the Chishui Black Tide, those who have survived deserve to live a good life and use red lanterns to drive away the bad luck of the past.

"The people of Bozhou were also weary of war. After experiencing natural disasters and man-made calamities, the grass stubbornly sprouted again. Life was being nurtured on this land."

Luo Xingchen's mood improved as well.

"Are we leaving?"

Mo Anbai squinted his eyes, like a kitten basking in the sun.

She has been in seclusion recently, creating those bronze puppets, leaving behind quite a few usable puppets for Bozhou.

"It's almost time. The situation in Bozhou is largely settled." Luo Xingchen nodded slightly.

"Bozhou is no longer a fun place. The old man from the Yang family and those old fogies who have one foot in their coffins have all gone into hiding."

Yan Huang looked displeased. After leaving the Dragon Clan's small space, he felt that his strength had improved and was looking for those troublemaking old guys to spar with. However, the Yang family patriarch and his group had actually disappeared without a trace.

Even the remnants of the Yang family in Bozhou went into hiding, not daring to cause trouble.

The King of Tobacco was bored out of his mind after just a few days.

"There are only so many things to eat in Bozhou, and not much to do. Staying here is a waste of life," the Smoke King concluded.

"We won't stay long. After I've cleaned up the mess, we'll head south to Jiangnan."

Luo Xingchen had expected there to be many complicated matters, but the specific tasks were handled by those skilled bureaucrats. As long as the funds and supplies were in place, disaster relief and reconstruction would not be difficult.

He didn't have to worry about money and provisions either. Yang's former ministers, in order to sever ties with the Yang family, voluntarily offered money and provisions and took the initiative to maintain order. As a result, Luo Xingchen couldn't find anyone to make an example of, so he just randomly picked a few ignorant small families to take the blame and quickly completed the task.

"Jiangnan is great! It has so many delicious foods and fun activities, probably more than ten times as many as Bozhou."

Yan Huang's eyes lit up; the mere mention of Jiangnan made him crave it.

"When shall we depart?" Mo Anbai was also intrigued.

"Let's wait a few days... and see if any more fools will jump out."

Luo Xingchen said in a low voice.

The situation in Bozhou is complex and chaotic, lacking any major overhaul, and there are many unruly forces. In particular, the Southern Witch Cult is arguably the biggest source of instability in Bozhou.

"Okay, no rush, I'll go back and pack." Mo Anbai nodded.

The three of them strolled around and explored the entire area. Around noon, they arrived at a restaurant.

Luo Xingchen stepped inside, and led by a servant, they arrived at the private room that had been prepared in advance.

The person who treated everyone to dinner was none other than Ziyan.

There are many powerful families in Bozhou who want to host a banquet for Luo Xingchen, but he will not bring Yan Huang and Mo Anbai with him.

This was just a family dinner.

Soon all the dishes were served, and Yan Huang began to eat heartily, ignoring all the rules.

"Eat up, everyone! Nothing is more important than eating!"

Although the Emperor of Smoke is old, he has always maintained a childlike heart and his behavior reflects a playful attitude towards life.

With his strength and status as one of the top innate grandmasters in the world, he certainly has the right to do what he wants.

"These are all common dishes in Bozhou. The area is humid, so the dishes are generally salty and spicy, which is very different from the Jiangnan region."

Ziyan introduced the meal while eating.

"I haven't been to Jiangnan properly yet." A smile appeared on Luo Xingchen's lips. He had long heard of Jiangnan, which was the essence of the Great Qi. Nearly half of the Great Qi's wealth and resources came from Jiangnan.

"The dishes in Jiangnan are mostly seafood, and they like sweet food." Yan Huang put down his chopsticks, picked up a cloth from the table, wiped his mouth, and said, "If you want to know about the dishes, just ask me. I've been to all over the world and eaten them."

"Do you put sugar in everything?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"No, some dishes have sugar in them... Jiangnan cuisine still has a lot of tradition, like beggar's chicken, eight-treasure chicken, West Lake fish in vinegar sauce, lotus leaf steamed pork, and stir-fried shrimp..."

Yan Huang rattled off a string of dish names in one breath.

"You won't understand even if I explain it to you. Just go and try it for yourself."

“Okay, that’s a must-try. This trip to Jiangnan will mainly focus on sightseeing, eating and drinking.” Luo Xingchen said with a smile.

"Aren't we going to find hidden spaces?" Mo Anbai asked, puzzled.

This trip to Jiangnan was mainly a group of four people traveling together, without contacting the authorities, and disguised themselves as merchants.

"We will look for it, but whether we can find it or not is uncertain. Let's just wait and see."

Luo Xingchen naturally knew that there were many things to do on this trip to Jiangnan, a whole host of things to do, but they had to be done one by one, letting things take their natural course. Many things required waiting for the right opportunity, and could not be accomplished overnight.

"Let's eat our fill first. Once the caravan is settled, we'll travel by water, pass through Yizhou, and head directly to Hangzhou in Zhejiang Province, one of the three counties south of the Yangtze River."

"Hangzhou is the core area of ​​the Wang family. I will ask the hidden guards to arrange accommodations for me."

Ziyan spoke slowly.

"You can make the arrangements, we'll just enjoy the good life."

Luo Xingchen nodded.

“Let’s wait two more days. If no one comes forward, we’ll set off. The imperial court has already sent people to take over Bozhou, so we don’t need to waste any more time,” Ziyan said.

"I've long wanted to leave this place. What's the food and drink like in Bozhou? It's not as good as Jiangnan. The scenery is better and it's more comfortable there." Yan Huang had finished eating and drinking and leaned back in his chair.

"As for someone stepping forward... I think it's highly unlikely. That old fox from the Yang family is a coward. After the Yang family was destroyed, he went into hiding long ago. As for avenging the Yang family, haha, almost impossible..."

"How could this be?" Luo Xingchen frowned.

“From his generation to now, there have been at least five generations of the Yang family. He doesn’t even care about his own son, so how can he care about the generations that follow without any affection?”