After lunch, Yang Lin went out alone. The little maid did not follow him this time because there were still some things to hand over there.

After leaving the Shen family's yard, I walked along the road I walked in the morning, and looked around all the way, feeling what was different from the Song Dynasty in my memory.

Yang Lin actually didn't know much about history, and even more so, history has changed a lot. The most typical example is the social atmosphere of the dynasty. The scene of not picking up the remains of the road and not closing the door at night is actually nothing to the city of Bianjing, which has strict security. For ordinary people, if there is no disaster or war, everyone may have passed by in their lifetime.

The city was bustling, and walking on the street, there were shouts of peddlers and conversations between pedestrians everywhere.

Looking around, at the end of the buildings, the towering red city wall should be where the palace is. He looked forward and continued to walk forward. Further away was the famous Imperial Street in Bianjing City. The shops there were more high-end and elegant than in front of him, and naturally the consumption was more expensive. Although Shen Yourong gave him some silver before going out, he probably didn't let him go there to squander.

What's more, the purpose of his trip this time was to go to the pharmacy shop in charge of the second bedroom.

Just then, I suddenly heard someone say in the distance: "Is it Brother Lin?"

Following the sound, there was a luxurious boy standing across the street. He looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old, with a bloated figure, and more importantly, his eyes were a little swollen... so that when he spoke, Yang Lin didn't know that he was looking at him.

Well, Brother Lin, it seems that he is calling himself?

Yang Lin thought about it carefully, but unfortunately he still didn't remember who this person was. This cannot be blamed for him. The memory from his ex-Yang Lin is incomplete. Many things need to be reminded by Xiaoyun before he will have some impressions.

What's more, the guy opposite looked like his nose and swollen eyes. If he had come, it would probably be difficult to recognize his parents.

But they had already spoken. If they didn't agree to them, they seemed a little rude. So Yang Lin bowed and said, "This brother..."

Before he finished speaking, the little fat man with a bruised nose and swollen face ran over and reached out and punched your chest: "I'm still asking about your news everywhere. I've been here for more than a few months. I don't know how to come to find me. I, An Junnan, have something to do to you? I don't know what you think, and I have to be a son-in-law. Now I know that I'm embarrassed? I pretend not to know me..."

Speaking of this, the little fat man looked at Yang Lin with a resentful look on his face.

After hearing this name, some memories popped up in his mind. While digesting it, Yang Lin took over the conversation naturally, his eyes fell on the other person's face and said, "So it's a handsome guy... By the way, what's going on your face?"

Thinking of the wound on his face, the fat man sighed and said, "Oh, don't mention it, I have a fierce wife."

The fat boy's name is An Junnan... Well, the handsome handsome man is a handsome man. He just turned 17 this year and has an official father at home. He grew up in Hedong when he was a child and had a close relationship with Yang Lin. Later, his father was promoted to Beijing official and moved his family to Bianjing.

When he heard that Yang Lin had married into the Shen family, the old childhood friend felt sorry for him and planned to call him out to drink some flower wine together, but since Yang Lin married into the Shen family, he had disappeared and had no news. Today, he was swept out of the house by his wife and wandering around the street, he found that the man's back looked very similar to him, so he followed him. Unexpectedly, he really met him.

"By the way, why did you come out alone... It seems that life is not going well there." An Junnan said, always resenting Yang Lin's marriage into the family, sighing and saying, "But I'm not much better. Everyone is in trouble, so don't laugh at anyone."

Looking at his enjoyable look, he didn't seem to be abused by his wife. Yang Lin looked at him with contempt and said, "Don't show his love."

"Showing love? I like this statement. Brother Lin knows me. Although my little insect is a little tough, he is actually quite kind."

“爱之深责之切,要不然也不会把你揍成这样了……不知道的还以为你在外面养女人了.”

"How do you know?" An Junnan looked at Yang with shock.

林,然后仿佛看到了救星,期待的看着他说道:“林哥儿,你从小读书就厉害,给我出出主意吧,我与含烟姑娘两情相悦,本想替她赎身以后娶回来做个妾,不过家里那位却死活不答应,一哭二闹三上吊的,气得我爹今天早朝回来,直接把我揍了一顿.”

“…”

"With her temper, it probably won't work for anyone to say it. Why didn't we have these worries when we met you? Oh, Xiao Chong is so good, he just loves me too much."

The little insect in An Junnan's mouth was vaguely impressed by Yang Lin. He was a shy and unspeakable girl. When she was in Hedong, she and the fat little boy An Junnan loved to hang behind him, saying that Lin Ge'er was kind and called out. Later, she came out of Hedong and never saw her again.

"A man has three wives and four concubines, which is not a big problem." Yang Lin shook his head and said, "What she may care about is not who you want to marry, but whether you have her in your heart."

When it is difficult for one to marry, of course no one will be worried about the second one, so Yang Lin has no good experience to tell him. He can only find the answers in the costume romance dramas he has watched in the past. It is hard to imagine that two people who were only fifteen or sixteen years old in the future were suddenly married together and they would naturally encounter many problems. Of course, from the perspective of an adult, these are not any principled issues.

"If you don't talk about this, go to the Alum Tower to drink, and we brothers will reunite and never return without getting drunk."

The wines these days are not distilled liquors in later generations, but a kind of fruit wine similar to fruit wine. The alcohol content is very low and the taste is not very good. After Yang Lin tasted it briefly, he never touched it again. Otherwise, with the amount of alcohol he trained at the grassroots level in later generations, even if he was against Wu Song, who had even drunk 18 bowls of Jingyanggang, he could knock it down in minutes. For Yang Lin, who was used to drinking modern white wine, the ancients really didn't have many advantages in this regard.

Yang Lin did not refuse his kindness to this person who was probably his only friend in Bianjing.

Of course, he did not forget the purpose of this trip. Before leaving, he planned to go to the pharmacy shop first.
Chapter completed!