Chapter 2: There are gods in the head

"Young man, turn left on the fork in the road ahead and keep walking to Jianye City. The old man with white hair gently pulled the reins in his hand, as if he had a heart, and the old green cow pulling the car stopped with a long "moo~".

"Okay, thank you, sir. Zhao Mian jumped down from the ox cart, patted the straw and sawdust sticking to the green shirt on his body, and then walked to the ox cart and bowed to the old man.

"Young man, there are too many rules in this city, which are different from our small place, so you have to be careful when talking to people. The old man who drove the ox cart glanced at the guy he had been carrying all the way, shook his beard, and spoke slowly.

"The kid knows it very well in his heart. Zhao Mian nodded, "It's nothing more than 'the wall has ears and there are many people'." ”

"That's what you're talking about, that's the truth of the people in the city. As soon as the old man raised the reins, the old cow sprayed his nose and slowly pulled the car, and the old man's voice spread little by little on the road with the old man's unique soothing, "I said 'there are gods in the head three feet'." ”

Seeing the old man's ox cart drifting away on the road, Zhao Mian bowed slightly to the other party's back - the world is warm and cold, the old man and him are just meeting in Pingshui, and the only communication is to use the ox cart to carry a person on the side of the road slowly He has passed such a distance, and it is already quite hard to give such a warning after chatting a few words.

After the ox cart slowly disappeared around the corner of the forest, Lao Zhao retracted his gaze. He turned to face the ancient city of Jianye, which had shown its majesty at the end of the road.

Jianye City is built at the mouth of a river, where the terrain is gentle, the nearby forests are luxuriant, and the soil is abundant, which is very in line with people's needs both strategically and in terms of people's livelihood.

With the flow of people returning to the city from the farmland outside the city at noon, Zhao Mian also walked into the city.

"Green cabbage, big white radish, fresh beans. The green turbaned aunt was shouting loudly with a handful of verdant greens in her hand, and several old women in coarse cloth clothes were picking and choosing things in front of her stall.

"Soy milk~, wontons~, pancake fruit~!" The picker walked past Zhao Mian while shouting, and asked in a low voice when he passed by, "This uncle, do you want a bowl of soy milk?" After speaking, regardless of Lao Zhao's reaction, he continued to walk with the pick.

"Silver carp, carp, mandarin fish, grass carp - so fresh! Come and see, come and see, in two hours there will be no sale." "The fish seller wore a hat, and his mouth seemed to be filled with the smell of water on the river and the fishy smell of fish in the water.

It's no different from other eras, people live their own lives, walk their own paths, sunrise and sunset, and multiply from generation to generation - technology or other things are always advancing, but such things will not be known to the world as soon as they appear in this ancient and backward era, and people abide by the habits and basic rules that have been handed down from time to time, and live their various days in a monotonous but fulfilling way.

Standing on the street of such a market, Zhao Mian had some illusions of not entering the world, everything in front of him had nothing to do with him, and from beginning to end, he revealed a feeling of being inaccessible - but he still crashed into it.

In the midst of the shouting, there was a voice that was not a merchant vendor, it was two scholars sitting in a roadside teahouse, one of them in a green shirt with a short beard, and the other person he was talking to was wearing an apricot yellow robe, with only two eyebrows on his white face.

"Brother Zhang, what you said two days ago is true?" asked the man in Tsing Yi in a low voice while fiddling with the tea cup.

"Brother Yang, you and I have been friends for many years, when do you think I have ever played with you in this kind of matter?" Xinghuang Changyi touched the beard at the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of shrewdness.

"This ......," the man in Tsing Yi hesitated, "but not really." But after all, this matter is very involved, can you tell me where the news came from?"

"Hey, what's there to hide here, this news has been spread in Jianye City for a few days, and only people like you, Brother Yang, who are dedicated to studying the Book of Sages, are still ignorant. The person in the apricot yellow robe smiled sassily, quite teasing, and the man in Tsing Yi was also a little bright, "The man said that he was a Taoist boy of Wuzhuang Temple, and he had been worshipping under the Zhenyuan Daxian Gate for dozens of years, and some time ago Zhenyuan Daxian sent it out to do things, because of its clever means, and the things were done seamlessly, so as to give him a piece to help him practice, but he had other things in the mundane world and urgently needed money and food, so he could only exchange it for silver. ”

“…… Brother Zhang thinks that this matter ......?" The man in Tsing Yi frowned, a little hesitant.

"Hey, are you as stupid as the second king of Dongjie in this world? This son looked at him left and right, and his face was fierce, I am afraid that the thing in his hand is given by the immortal family, but the identity of the giver and the Taoist child...... Oh, anyway, the immortal family has not found this thing, it is already a capable person to live in it, we just go to the Jiangzhou Pavilion to find a lively scene in three days. The apricot yellow robe smiled, stretched out the folding fan in his hand and knocked on the cup in front of him, making a crisp sound of "ding".

"What Brother Zhang said is very true. The man in Tsing Yi said yes.

After saying this, the two began to chat about some red wall anecdotes again, and they had no nutrition, and in the noisy crowd, they lost the focus of attention, and soon disappeared from everyone.

Carrying half a piece of meat naan in his hand, Zhao Mian squinted his eyes and decided his itinerary for the next few days, just as he was about to go to a pawnshop to pawn some glass beads or something to exchange for some local copper coins, a commotion came from the riverside dock at the other end of the street.

Following the flow of people around him who had already smelled the smell of fresh gossip, Zhao Mian approached the noisy center little by little, and some true and false news also spread to his ears from the surrounding crowd.

"Hey, Lao Li, what's going on up ahead?" a farmer dressed in a short dress grabbed a fisherman in a robe.

"Don't mention it, Lao Wang, that guy doesn't know if there is green smoke coming from the ancestral grave, and he actually fished out a pure golden carp from the river just now. ”

"Really?!"

"No, let me tell you, the carp is so beautiful, I thought it was golden when I first caught it, and then I realized that the scales were very beautiful. ”

"But now the old Wang family can be regarded as a complete turnover, right?"

"Tsk, do you need to say this? Such a golden carp can be sold for 100 yuan, and it is a wealth to give it away, no matter what, the second boy of his family can be regarded as catching up. ”

"Well, how come I didn't have to do this. ”

"As for the way you still pick fat and thin when you worship your ancestors every year, you still expect your ancestors to bless you?"

"Maybe I'm pretty......"

Pure golden carp? Zhao Mian thought for a moment. The appearance of a pure golden carp in such a place full of gods and Buddhas is really worth seeing.