After the medical concubine got married, the disabled prince was so angry

"They are peanuts grown in my own land, dried and sold in the market."

"How to sell?"

"Twenty cents per catty, do you want to buy it? If you buy more, it will be cheaper." The little boy replied. He had been setting up stalls with his father to sell goods since he was a child, so he opened his mouth.

Yang Xuanling smiled and said: "Okay, then bring me a sack."

"You want a sack?" The little boy was very surprised.

Yang Xuanling nodded, "Well, can it be used as seeds?"

The little boy looked at his father.

"Absolutely. The new peanuts that just came in can be used for making seeds and cooking without any problem." The father replied enthusiastically when he heard about the business.

Yang Xuanling bought a large bag of peanuts, placed it on the luggage rack behind the carriage, and gave them a tael of silver.

The father and son were extremely happy.

Yunli came out of the carriage and watched the father and son's donkey cart going further and further away. She smiled and said, "Why, you want Ji'er to sell peanuts."

"You know me, madam, and it's time for this little girl to get down and experience a different life."

"This is a good idea." Yunli thought for a while and took out two baskets of big, red apples from the spiritual realm. "Selling peanuts is not as good as selling fruits. In my spiritual realm, these things are almost a disaster. Keep the peanuts. Let’s eat it ourselves.”

"Okay." Yang Xuanling said with a smile: "If there are really many things, you can take them out. The Yang family also has a fresh fruit shop. Send them to the shop. This product should be very popular."

"Alright." Yunli responded.

The carriage walked slowly and leisurely and entered Jinglan County.

In the lively market, people have peaceful smiles on their faces, everything is so peaceful.

Yunli took out her camera and took some photos, "print them out later and stick them on the wall."

Yang Xuanling reached out and took the camera, "Here, I'll take some pictures for you."

"Okay." Yunli gave him the camera, faced the camera, and posed in a few classic poses.

Suddenly, Yang Xuanling was stunned for a moment and looked towards the crowd. Yunliu also followed his gaze and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I saw an acquaintance." Yang Xuanling smiled, and then continued to take a few pictures.

"Who is it?" Yunli asked while posing, "Old lover?"

"You are my new and old lover." Yang Xuanling replied: "An old comrade who has fought together. He seems to be in good spirits."

"Oh? Why don't you go say hello? The next time we meet is not necessarily when."

"If it doesn't bother you."

"Of course it's no trouble, let's go."

Yang Xuan drove the carriage and chased the old friend he saw just now.

There is an old single-entry house facing the street. The word "Huang Zhai" is written on the door. The handwriting belongs to the wild cursive style and reveals an extraordinary vigorous and upright character.

Yang Xuanling knocked on the door.

Then I heard an old voice, "The door is unlocked, come in."

Yang Xuanling took Yun Rong and pushed the door open.

In the yard, an old man with a broken arm was chopping firewood.

There was also a little boy about ten years old, holding a book in his hand and sitting in the shade under the date tree, reading. There was a wooden stick beside him and some writing on the ground.

It should be writing on the ground with a wooden stick.

"Old Huang." Yang Xuanling was the first to call out.

Huang Qiuhu raised his head, and when he saw the person coming, the ax in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he didn't even feel the impact on his feet.

"General!"

"It's me, Yang Xuanling. I haven't seen you for many years. How are you doing?" (End of Chapter)