Zhao Ce carried his book box and walked out of the village.

It's still dark now, so people passing by can't see their faces clearly.

But Zhao Ce's robe and bookcase are so iconic.

After walking for a while, someone who got up early to work shouted loudly: "Hey, Mr. Wenquxing of our village is going to the academy to attend classes?"

Zhao Ce glanced at him and said nothing.

Take your eyes back and keep walking forward.

The man also muttered: "Why don't you say a few sour words about Dad today?"

Passing by the village entrance and waiting for the bullock cart under the big locust tree, many people who got up early to go to the city were also waiting here.

Soon, someone else recognized Zhao Ce.

"Master No. 1 Scholar is here, why is it so early today?"

"Will the No. 1 Scholar want to ride in an oxcart with us idiots today?"

"Look what you said, I am a Wenquxing from heaven, how can I squeeze a bullock cart with the rest of us?"

Zhao Ce felt helpless after listening to their words.

The original owner, Erbi, is currently the only scholar in the village.

Because he was too domineering, everyone in the village hated him within a few years.

Don't get any respect at all.

In the past, when I listened to everyone's words, I was so complacent that I thought others were complimenting me!

Zhao Ce sighed softly in his heart.

There is no cure for stupid people...

He didn't reply, just carried his book box and walked out of the village.

From the village to the city.

If you walk, it will take about half an hour.

Zhao Ce also wants to ride in the bullock cart...

One coin at a time.

But the coins in her pocket were what the little girl had saved over the years.

He didn't want to just spend it like this.

The original owner came back yesterday and walked home.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have brought a little wife home halfway.

Just walk.

At least this way, you can get some exercise.

I also saw many people walking the same way on the road.

Basically they are carrying burdens or pulling carts.

They are all farmers who get up early and go to the city to sell some goods.

Zhao Ce remembered what his grandparents told him about when they were young.

At that time, I heard from my grandfather that he set out in the early morning, carrying a pole, and walked for two hours to the town to sell some food made by his grandma.

Sometimes I can’t tell the time by looking at the sky, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to get a good seat if I’m late.

So I set off early.

The most exaggerated time was when we arrived in the town, there was no one there.

After sitting on the ground for a long time, my genius shone brightly.

The whole family was supported because he and his grandmother worked early in the morning and late at night.

Later, life got better and there was no need to work so hard anymore.

Zhao Ce was thinking about things and walking forward with his head down.

After walking like this, we arrived at the county seat in less than half an hour.

He was carrying a bookcase and didn't need to check it.

Zhao Ce entered the city directly.

It was already getting slightly brighter at this time, and there were many pedestrians on the streets in the city.

Zhao Ce didn't think anything of it, and just followed his memory and went to the grocery store in the city.

The clerk at the grocery store saw that Zhao Ce was wearing a robe and knew that he was a scholar.

Welcomed him diligently.

"This guest, what do you need to buy?"

Zhao Ce nodded slightly at him and said, "Brother, do you know if the shopkeeper is here?"

The waiter heard that he was looking for the shopkeeper, so he didn't ask much.

He took Zhao Ce directly to the counter.

The lighting at the counter is not very good.

The shopkeeper was sorting out the account books. Hearing that someone was looking for him, he asked, "What's the matter?"

Seeing that there were no customers in the store for the time being, Zhao Ce took out his small bag of sugar.

He said to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, I have a good thing here, I wonder if you can accept it here?"

After hearing what he said, the shopkeeper became interested.

I took a look at the clothes of the person opposite me.

He was wearing a long robe, and although he was a little thinner, he still had a handsome face.

Although the material of the clothes is not very good, if it is not kept in good condition, there will be something really good.

He asked curiously: "What good thing?"

Zhao Ce handed over the cloth bag in his hand and made it up without blinking: "This is a souvenir from a relative from out of town."

"I think it might be worth some money. Shopkeeper, please take a look."

The shopkeeper took it suspiciously, opened it and looked at it.

Then, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"This, this is..."

Zhao Ce quickly stopped him and asked him to keep his voice down.

Then, he said with certainty: "It's white sugar."

The shopkeeper took a small piece of it and put it in his mouth.

Then, he said with certainty: "It's sugar!"

"It tastes like a sweet dish, with no other odors!"

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he couldn't help but picked up the cloth bag and walked to a slightly brighter place.

He opened the door of the news store, exposed the sugar inside under the light, and checked it again.

Under the light, the sugar is not snow-white in color.

But it was also the purest white sugar he had ever seen.

The shopkeeper's great joy.

It's not like he has never seen white sugar before.

But the quantity was indeed too small, and the quality was not as good as the one this young man brought.

He walked up to Zhao Ce and asked, "Do you sell this sugar?"

Zhao Ce said: "Of course it's for sale."

After saying that, he pretended to be embarrassed again.

"Shopkeeper, let me tell you the truth. My relative from afar said that the person he knew could still get it."

"If the price is good, I will go back to condom him tonight and see if I can get some more over there."

Zhao Ce is not stupid either.

It was impossible to tell the shopkeeper directly that this was his own invention.

Although I now have the title of scholar, I cannot maintain many things without status.

At this time, it is no exaggeration to say that sugar is something that even money cannot buy.
To be continued...