Chapter 205 Typos

Chu Anlan put his hands on his hips and said, "When I was in Beijing, it was fine that those noble families were better at studying than me, but I can't lose to a woman from the market! I've decided, I'm going to sell vegetables! Mo Yan, send someone to find that woman just now, and tell her that starting tomorrow, I'll be the one selling her vegetables!"

The prince is going to the market to sell vegetables?
Not only Mo Yan, but even the maids and attendants behind him were shocked.

Mo Yan asked: "Prince...are you serious?"

"Do you think I look like someone who is good at joking?" Chu Anlan asked with her hands on her hips.

Mo Yan's eyelids twitched violently, and he looked at Ye Wanqing for help: "Crown Princess..."

Please take care of the prince!

Ye Wanqing smiled gently, "If the prince is willing to go, let him go. But remember to explain it clearly to the old man."

Mo Yan had no choice but to nod: "I understand."

He turned around, found a servant, whispered a few words to him, and the guard quickly left, chasing in the direction the vegetable-selling woman had left.

Ye Wanqing looked at Chu Anlan again: "Life in the market is extremely hard and trivial. Are you sure you can bear it, my Lord?"

"Isn't it just selling vegetables?" Chu Anlan said in high spirits: "I will weigh out the vegetables that others pick and give them to them, and then calculate the price. What's the difficulty?"

Ye Wanqing curved her eyes and said, "Then I wish you all the best."

"Thank you for your good wishes, madam!" Chu Anlan smiled brightly.

At this time, the shop owner had already come back with clean new oil paper and picked up the cookies with chopsticks and wrapped them.

Ye Wanqing casually said, "Lin'an is a fertile land. Last year was a bumper year, and this year's harvest should not be bad either. Why is the price of rice so expensive?"

Upon hearing this, the boss sighed and said, "My dear guest, you may not know that Lin'an's harvest was indeed good last year, and the granaries were full, but this year it's hard to say."

"Why is this?" Ye Wanqing asked.

The boss looked at the gradually darkening sky and lowered his voice: "My dear guest, you may not know that there are locusts in the south this year. I heard that the rice in many places has been eaten up...

As soon as the news got out, the price of rice started to rise. I'm afraid that not only rice, but also wheat, millet, chestnuts, sorghum, beans... all will follow suit. Next year, the people will have a hard time!"

As he said this, he sighed heavily again.

Chu Anlan looked at Ye Wanqing and said, "I've only seen locusts in stories, but I've never experienced it before."

Ye Wanqing said: "I have never seen it either."

They were all members of the royal family, and had been living a life of luxury since childhood, with the most expensive food, clothing, and daily necessities, not to mention the lack of food...

Thinking of this, Ye Wanqing asked the boss again: "The people all know about this matter, so the government should also know about it, right? Has this matter been reported to the court?"

"Yes." The boss sighed, "But what's the point of reporting it to the court? At most, the court will reduce some taxes.

However, tax reductions and exemptions are useless to the people at this time. After the autumn harvest, the price of grain will continue to rise, and the people will continue to go hungry..."

Then he handed over the wrapped cookies: "Please have a try, dear guest."

Yingxiang and Qianxi immediately stepped forward, took all the chocolates and put them in the food box that had been prepared in advance.

Chu Anlan stretched out his hand: "Give me the one with glutinous rice and sesame filling to try."

Yingxiang handed over the chocolate.

Chu Anlan took it, broke off half and handed it to Ye Wanqing: "Qing'er, you try it too."

Ye Wanqing took a bite.

The glutinous rice cake has a crispy and crunchy skin that is slightly sticky when you bite it. The sesame filling inside is delicate and fragrant, with a soft and glutinous texture.

She curved her eyes: "It tastes good."

Chu Anlan said as he ate: "Boss, give me ten more of these!"

The boss smiled and wrapped ten more glutinous rice and sesame flavored snacks: "If you like them, buy more. They will be more expensive next year! If you can't buy glutinous rice, you won't have this flavor next year."

"Then bring some more." Chu Anlan said, "I'll give you an address, you can send someone over later." The boss smiled with his eyes narrowed into slits: "I will definitely deliver it!"

The issues of locusts and food prices did not affect the mood of the group. Chu Anlan took Ye Wanqing and walked through the busy street, following the crowded crowd to the river.

There are people selling lanterns everywhere on the street.

When we arrived at the river, the riverbank was already crowded with people, and there were countless small vendors selling various snacks and river lanterns.

Compared with festivals in the capital, festivals in Lin'an are more lively and relaxed, with fewer rules and tourists do not have to be divided into different levels.

The riverside was crowded with people releasing river lanterns. There were young men and ladies in gorgeous clothes, as well as poor people with clothes washed so clean that they looked bleached.

No one can bother anyone else.

Chu Anlan happily bought many river lanterns and distributed them to the maids and servants. Then he took the remaining two and came to Ye Wanqing: "Qing'er, come and make a wish."

As he spoke, he handed over a brush.

Ye Wanqing took the river lantern and the brush, looked at the bright starry sky above her head, and wrote two lines of small words on the river lantern -

The four seasons are harmonious and the harvest is abundant.

After finishing writing, she handed the pen to Chu Anlan.

Her writing is strong, neat and fluent, and the content is easy to read.

Chu Anlan showed a disappointed look: "Qing'er, today is the Qiqiao Festival, and you only made these two wishes? Don't you make a wish for yourself once a year?"

As he said this, he blinked pitifully.

His face was full of the message: Write about me! Write about me now!
Ye Wanqing couldn't help laughing, and wrote down two more lines of small words seriously -

The harmony of the zither and the Chinese se will last forever.

Chu Anlan read it once and finally became happy. He also reminded: "Write your name, so that the gods will know that this is your wish."

Ye Wanqing smiled: "Okay."

She wrote her name under the river lantern again.

Chu Anlan was satisfied and lowered his head to write down his wish.

Unexpectedly, after writing only two lines, he started scratching his ears and cheeks, looking painful and conflicted.

Ye Wanqing looked over there.

It turned out that the strokes of the character were written incorrectly.

She pretended not to see it, calmly withdrew her gaze, and lowered her head to fiddle with the petals on the river lantern.

After waiting for a while, a passerby with a rough and fierce look asked the lantern vendor: "Where is the brush? I'm still waiting to write!"

The vendor looked around and pointed in the direction of Chu Anlan: "The pen is in that young man's hand."

The passerby came over impatiently and urged: "Have you finished writing? Hurry up and write! Give me the brush when you're done!"

Seeing that the other party was in a bad mood, Chu Anlan naturally didn't tolerate him: "Why are you urging me? Can't you see I'm writing? Go away and don't bother me."

The passerby also got angry when he heard this: "Hey! I really won't leave. I'll just stay here and watch you write!"

As he said this, he crossed his arms and glanced at the words on the river lantern: "We will be together through life and death. I will hold your hand and grow old with you...hahaha..."

Chu Anlan glared at him: "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?!"

The passerby looked at him with disdain: "Look at you, you don't look like an illiterate person, do you? You even misspelled the word '与', are you a gigolo?"

"You fart!" Chu Anlan was angry.

The passerby was not afraid, but looked at Ye Wanqing openly: "My dear lady, listen to my advice, an illiterate man is good for nothing."