The white pigeon who was sitting on the carriage with a sore back and a sore back really missed the modern airplane high-speed rail at this time, and even the sound of the green train made the white pigeon miss it very much, because the carriage was really too slow, too slow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I used to watch costume dramas and felt that those people were very majestic and majestic in the carriage, and it felt quite fun, thinking that it was really too young, too simple Tucson to break, and now I know by myself on this carriage that this sin is also uncomfortable, I really don't know if if you want to go to a farther place, if you sit in a carriage for a month or two, people will collapse.

Departing from Baizhi County to Xianzheng City, if the weather is good, if there is no situation, it will take about five days, it may be that God can't bear to continue to torture the white pigeon, and this journey is safe. In the evening of the fifth day, I finally saw the gate of Xianzheng City, the ancients really had something in common, although the dynasties were different, but the style of the city gate was exactly the same as in the TV series, and the city wall built of blue bricks looked a little vicissitudes.

Looking at the three big golden characters on the city gate, the white pigeon wanted to jump up happily, and finally could go into the city to eat a good meal, and sleep well.

The guards who passed the city gate to check their outfits were about to say goodbye to Uncle Niu's family at the city gate. In the past few days, thanks to the care of the uncle's family on the road, he also told the white pigeon about the history of this era, and the customs along the way, the white pigeon can be regarded as deepening his sense of substitution.

The white pigeon carried his little burden and bowed to Uncle Niu to thank him, "Thank you for taking care of me these days, I'm leaving." This is not a lot of silver, and it can be regarded as a little bit of my heart if you buy some gifts for the eldest lady and Huzi. Then he turned around and walked like he was in the city.

The white pigeon didn't dare to listen to Uncle Niu's farewell, after all, after coming to this strange world, he got along with this old man in the past few days and got the care of his family, the white pigeon was afraid that he couldn't help crying, pretending to be very chic, but he was actually afraid that he would cry out in the face of parting.

The uncle looked at the white pigeon bouncing away, and said to his wife with a smile, although what this girl sometimes says is very novel and I don't understand it, but it can be seen that she is a different child, and I hope to live well in this big place. Then he put away the silver two and pulled the carriage and walked slowly to the place where he settled in the city.

The white pigeon saw the sky is not early, it is too late to compare which inn is more affordable, see that there is a Yunxian inn in front of him and go in, as soon as the white pigeon enters the door, a delicate-looking little two did not dislike the white pigeon's shabby dress, and greeted the white pigeon warmly, "This guest officer, are you eating or staying in the hotel?" The white pigeon smiled slightly, and replied gently, I want to stay in the hotel, and arrange a cheap and quiet room for me.

Xiao Er led the white pigeon to a room on the second floor, and introduced, girl, this is our ground room, the room price is one or two silver a day, free breakfast for you, if the food is not to your taste, you can also go down to the first floor to eat. The white pigeon took out a piece of silver from his arms, his heart was silently aching, and he still pretended to be very big on the surface and handed it to Xiao Er: "I'm not sure how long I want to live here, this ingot of silver will be given to you first, it should be enough for me for a few days, and when the money is not enough, you can notify me." Xiao Er wondered in his heart, this girl was dressed shabby but her shot was quite generous, fortunately she didn't show her face just now, and quickly took the silver and nodded repeatedly, "Okay girl, what do you call me, my name is Xiaowu, I won't disturb your rest if there is nothing to do, do you need me to bring you dinner later?" ”

Seeing that Xiao Er closed the door and went out, the white pigeon immediately climbed onto the bed without any image and lay on his back, looking at the top of the bed, and breathed a long sigh of relief, finally able to rest for a while. Lying down for a while, the white pigeon couldn't help but take out the only few ingots of silver he had from his arms, and looked at the silver white pigeon began to fantasize in his mind about becoming a landlord and marrying a rich and handsome man to the peak of life.

Then thinking about it, I giggled and fell asleep again, until our stomach gurgled and our white dove was awakened from hunger. I lit the lamp in the dark only to find that it was already the middle of the night, the white pigeon once again expressed great nostalgia for the cute night light at home, the helpless white pigeon could only take out the dry food from the burden and continue to eat the steamed bun, while gnawing and scolding himself, why didn't he eat and drink enough to sleep just now, gnawed dry food for a few days, and now he can only gnaw this unpalatable steamed bun when he enters the city, the white pigeon finished eating the steamed bun, and drank a large cup of tea, and hiccuped, may have eaten too much in the middle of the night without sleep, boring is also boring, I saw the white pigeon take out a burden, and began to dig things out of it。

Soon the table was full of small rectangular wooden blocks, to be precise, small wooden signs, only to see different small wooden signs engraved with different words, some with circles, some with strip patterns, and some engraved with words.

That's right, this is the first mahjong in ancient times made by the carpenter master in the village of the white pigeon! Although this wooden mahjong is very shabby compared with the mahjong we play in modern times, but the carpentry master can drive out this mahjong in a few days is not easy, fortunately, the workmanship is still quite fine, in the white pigeon limited painting work and doping can not understand the vocabulary description, the carpentry master is also trying his best to make five tenths of the style of mahjong, because the material is limited, the mahjong is only red and green, or the white pigeon is painted with a pen by hand. The white pigeon looked at the small wooden cards, it was really infinitely emotional, and her fingers gently touched the mahjong sheets, which was the only thing that could make her feel the modern atmosphere now. Suddenly felt a little sad, the white pigeon looked at this table of mahjong and his hands were really itchy, and it was better to be happy alone than not to have fun. So she began to build cards and play mahjong alone!

The white pigeon is a good mahjong player, a person acts as four people, sits around the table in turn, a person talks to himself and plays cards, and the sound of the white pigeon is excited from time to time in the quiet room,

"Bump"

"Kong"

"Huh"

"All in one"

I haven't played mahjong for a long time, even if I play alone, the white pigeon is also playing with taste, and I am playing energetically, and I grabbed a beautiful hand. The white dove is happily drawing cards.

Suddenly, there was a bang, the white pigeon looked up, only to see an unknown object falling in from the window! The white pigeon was startled, his hand shook, the cards were down, it was too late to regret a good hand, he hurried over to see what it was, and when he got closer, a motionless man in black was lying on the ground, and he didn't know whether it was life or death, and the white pigeon was frightened in addition to capitalization, and shouted in his heart,

Damn, I'll just stay in a random store and still have such a bloody plot?