My name is Zeng Jing, the son-in-law of a wealthy family, but I have time powers

Chapter 347 The scenery of two people

Zhan Yuzhao walked into Bishengchi.

All I saw was a large, empty pit.

The green grass beside the pool is gone.

The light rain of the past few days washed away all traces.

There was absolutely no sign that anyone had been here.

Zhan Yuzhao was puzzled.

"Xiangkong, block the news and don't spread the news that Bishengchi was destroyed."

"Dad, don't worry, no one knows yet except you and me."

Zhan Yuzhao came to the inner courtyard.

Zhan Pingcai cheered, "Grandpa, are you out of seclusion?"

"My dear granddaughter, why are you so happy?"

Zhan Xiangkong said from the side: "Sect Leader Mo of Danwuzong has decided to hold an engagement ceremony for Mo Qiuhen and Pingcai tomorrow."

"Yeah! Mo Qiuhen is indeed a talent. He is already at the heart-beating stage of cultivation at a young age, but he is already at a high level."

Three generations of exhibitors talked about the future and had long forgotten who Mou Jin was.

Perhaps in their eyes, Zeng Jing is just a passerby, a passerby in life.

At this time, Zeng Jing was still at ease, ordering a few side dishes and drinking with Bai Shuwen.

"What kind of wine is this? Parallel import, bland and tasteless, Maotai is better!"

“What kind of wine is Moutai?”

"I brew it myself, with a secret recipe that I won't tell you."

After eating, take a shower and go to bed.

Bai Shuwen dragged his feet and made no move.

"Why don't you take a shower? Don't you?"

"Wash, why don't you wash? I'll wait a while."

"Fuck! Do you have mysophobia? I'll ask the boss if there is any room. I feel uncomfortable living with you."

Zeng Jing slammed the door and went straight downstairs to find her boss.

As a result, the rooms were full and there were many people queuing outside.

"Boss, is there any festival? Why are there so many guests?"

"Sir, the annual Lantern Festival in Mangbian County will start the day after tomorrow. Fangge Town is a must-go place, so there are more people."

"What's there to see at the Lantern Festival? It's not a movie."

The boss didn’t understand what a movie was. “The Lantern Festival includes lantern riddles, poetry performances, song and dance performances, acrobatics, as well as oirans from all over the country competing for beauty, and local snacks gathered together.”

"Oiran? Beauty! I like this."

Thinking of snacks again, Zeng Jing's mouth watered and she must try them.

I happened to see someone setting up a stall selling shortbread cookies at the entrance of the inn, so I immediately bought two.

One bite, it's so delicious.

"Boss, this shortbread is sweet. What is it made of?"

"Little brother, these are honey-filled shortbreads. Otherwise, they wouldn't be sold for three pennies each. Most people can't afford them."

It looks like he is a good businessman. He sells them at the door of the inn. If he can afford to live in an inn, can he still not afford shortbread cookies?

Zeng Jing bought two more, which can be eaten as food tomorrow morning.

Back in the room, Bai Shuwen was sitting beside the bed.

"Have you finished taking a shower? You moved very quickly. There is no room. There is a Lantern Festival in Mangbien County and it is overcrowded."

"Is the Lantern Festival these days? Is it earlier this year?"

"It doesn't matter if it's early or not, let's take a turn and have a look. I bought shortbread, which is very delicious. Come and try it."

"I'm not treated like a servant."

"Everyone is equal, how can I get a servant? I'm teasing you, brother. I have my own hands and feet. Why do I need a servant?"

"Everyone is equal?" Bai Shuwen's eyes lit up when he heard Zeng Jing's point of view.

Picking up the shortbread, Bai Shuwen chewed it with a look of happiness on his face.

"Is it delicious? There's honey in it, it's sweet."

Seeing Bai Shuwen reaching for the second one, Zeng Jing added a few words: "Honey has the effects of relieving coughs, moisturizing the intestines and laxatives, and can treat constipation."

Bai Shuwen was so angry that he threw the shortbread into the bag, "I won't eat it, it's disgusting!"

Zeng Jing quickly put it away, "It's okay if you don't eat it. There's breakfast for tomorrow."

"Stingy!"