Memoirs Of A Widower’s Reform

Chapter 17

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In addition to Hao Cheng, the caravan members who dismounted from their horses were also covered in dust. The hot-tempered people in the caravan immediately started cursing, saying "your father, your uncle" all the time.

But after all, he had received more than 20 years of quality education and was a scholar, so Hao Cheng did not swear, but he gave the middle finger to the backs of those people and silently cursed a few Chinese words in his heart.

After all, this feeling was just like when she happily reported to the university campus in her previous life, but was splashed with mud by a car while standing on the roadside, which was both disappointing and unlucky.

When she gave the middle finger, the group of people on horseback heard the scolding and turned around to look at them. They were all young ladies dressed in rich clothes, and one of them was particularly handsome, and her eyes met Hao Cheng's.

Although the people in this world did not understand the meaning of her gesture, Hao Cheng still silently retracted his middle finger. Originally, there was a female monarch who wanted to make trouble. The particularly pretty female monarch said a few words: "Don't bother with these country people." The handsome horse with snow-white mane under her kicked its hoof, snorted arrogantly, and then sped away.

The other female monarchs seemed to be led by her. When they saw that she had left, they shouted, "Wait for me!" and also spurred their horses and left.

The caravan followed suit and parted ways with Hao Cheng, who was only relying on his two feet. Hao Cheng took a deep breath, complained in his heart, and felt better. Then he carried the small package into the city.

She found an inn that was not too expensive but had a clean environment, and prepared to wash up and change out of her dusty and worn-out gown.

She and the caravan had a connection. The caravan arrived early on horseback, and when she came in, the caravan had already settled in. The middle-aged woman who brought her on horseback was called Wang Xin. When Hao Cheng arrived, she had already unloaded her luggage and was drinking and eating meat on the first floor.

Seeing the waiter leading the equally dusty Hao Cheng upstairs, he drooped his narrow triangular eyes and said sarcastically: "Although this inn is not the best, not everyone can afford to stay here."

Wang Xin was straightforward and had a bad temper. He was not happy to deal with those scholars who were full of literary talent, and he looked down on those scholars from the bottom of his heart. He especially hated those scholars who were self-righteous and wanted to pretend to be rich even though they were poor.

Although Hao Cheng didn't look elegant, compared to the muscular, dark-skinned women around Wang Xin, he was just a weak and helpless pretty boy. And although this inn was not considered high-class in Mingzhou, it cost twelve taels of silver to stay for a month, and half a tael of silver for just one day. Hao Cheng didn't look like a rich man before, so she naturally couldn't help but talk too much.

Wang Xin didn't have any bad intentions, and he took good care of Hao Cheng along the way, he was just being mean. The person next to her pulled her to signal her not to talk, but Hao Cheng ignored her, paid the silver, and followed the waiter up to the second floor.

The inn is bustling with people from all walks of life. Hao Cheng chose to stay in the inn for a month instead of renting a house when he first arrived, in order to get familiar with the local environment, find a suitable way to make a living as soon as possible, and integrate into the life of Mingzhou more quickly.

She showered, changed her dirty clothes, went downstairs, and asked the waiter to order two side dishes and a large bowl of rice porridge. She ate slowly and listened to the conversations of the people around her.

The guests who came and went would talk about what they saw and heard on the road, as well as the special foods of Mingzhou and some interesting places. After Hao Cheng finished listening, he silently wrote down the useful things in his mind.

There was a family in the east of the city who wanted to rent a house. Hao Cheng planned in his mind that he could go and take a look tomorrow after he had rested enough.

A shop selling glutinous rice cakes came to the city. They were fragrant, sweet and delicious. Hao Cheng took note of it and thought to himself that he could go there to have a look when the time comes. Usually there are food courts in places like Mingzhou. He could pick some new food and try it out to see if he could make any money.

She ate slowly, but after listening to the gossip for so long, she had almost finished the food in front of her. Hao Cheng yawned and was about to go upstairs to rest. There was a commotion outside. It turned out to be raining. Because it was evening, some people came into the inn to take shelter from the rain.

There was nothing worth getting excited about, except that the people who came in were a group of ladies dressed in gorgeous clothes and riding horses. They would never come to such a relatively cheap inn under normal circumstances.

The waiter and the innkeeper greeted the distinguished guests enthusiastically, but the faces of the ladies were full of disdain. The dissatisfaction expressed in their words also aroused the resentment of other guests in the inn.

Hao Cheng looked over curiously, and saw the pretty lady she met at the city gate. She unconsciously frowned, and heard the crowd commotion. Someone suppressed his companion's body and whispered, "Stop it, we are outsiders. Didn't you see the one wearing a red cloak? That's the son of the city lord."

Hao Cheng then realized that the particularly pretty lady was actually a young and handsome man. He didn't know who had said bad things about the son of the city lord, but it was nothing more than gossip that the man was not faithful to his husband and was just hanging around.

This person is a rude person, so he will inevitably be killed as an example to others. The sound of a whip breaking through the air suddenly rang out, making the bustling inn quiet.

Although the city lord's son was young, he had good martial arts skills. When the whip hit the man, it was pulled back with a twisted force and fell directly onto the wooden table next to him.

Hao Cheng looked at the table in front of him that was broken into two pieces by the whip, and his face also cracked.