"It’s not a big deal if we can’t go back," Yang Chuxia said, "The priority is to quickly find out news about Yangyang."
"Yes, I know."
At a nearby intersection, a carriage with white letters stopped on the side, and Ye Zi’an took Yang Chuxia onto it. "From now on, we will be going by the nas Old Master Bai and Madam Bai."
"Hiding our nas to do great things," Lele muttered in response.
About an hour later, Yang Chuxia and her group arrived outside the inn, and since the inn had been booked in advance, they could go straight upstairs.
Yang Chuxia ordered so food. The group didn’t go downstairs but ate and rested upstairs.
When they woke up, it was already evening. After a light rain, the evening in Zhejiang Prefecture City was beautiful, and a rainbow appeared on the western side, catching the attention of many people.
"I’ve heard the scenery here is beautiful," Yang Chuxia said as she pushed open the window, just in ti to see the rainbow after the rain.
Ye Zi’an said, "It stays light late in sumr. It’s still early; we can go out for a walk."
"Mom, let’s go out. I want to see if the misty Jiangnan described in books is any different in reality." After taking a nap at the inn, Lele was full of energy.
He was now eager to go out for a walk.
"Actually, the climate and customs here are quite similar to our hotown and the place in Mianyang," Ye Zi’an said. "It’s just that life here is more refined, which is apparent in many daily habits."
Lele nodded but didn’t ask Ye Zi’an about the differences; he wanted to observe for himself.
The family of three went downstairs, and without bringing anyone along, they went out alone.
The street was filled with vendors selling sesa twists, fried rice cakes, pan-fried buns, and even stir-fried glutinous rice balls.
What surprised Yang Chuxia the most was that there were even stalls selling numbing and spicy skewers. She took a closer look and saw a variety of ats, vegetables, and seafood.
It was unexpected to see so modern snacks here; truly a rare find.
A lot of kids gathered around the skewer stall, each holding several skewers with a mix of at and vegetables. Yang Chuxia noted that their clothes were plain, suggesting they were from ordinary families.
Yang Chuxia asked, and it turned out a vegetable skewer cost two wen while a at skewer was four wen. The children were holding several, totaling over ten wen.
Even ordinary families could spare money for snacks, indicating that people here were quite well-off.
Prosperity without taxation—that’s the problem.
"Madam, would you like so skewers?"
"Lele, do you want so?" Yang Chuxia asked her son, but Lele’s eyes were clearly not on them. "Mom, I want that one."
He was pointing at the stir-fried rice balls right next to the skewer stall.
The skewer stall owner was unhappy to hear that, but he didn’t say anything unpleasant.
Yang Chuxia thought it wouldn’t be right not to buy anything since she had asked so many questions.
So she said, "Give three skewers of each of these and pack them up."
"Alright!" The owner grinned from ear to ear.
After buying those, she went to get Lele the stir-fried rice balls as well.
They bought almost everything from the snack street and then moved next door to the crafts street, which sold handmade items, many of which were quite amusing.
"Dad, there aren’t even any beggars on this street," Lele said, holding the paper box of rice balls, his mouth still covered in so sugar, as he looked around with curious eyes.
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