After a while, the city of Tokyo was very hot, the weather was overcast, and the dark clouds were about to fall to the ground, and I wanted to rain. www.biquge.info When I came home from school for dinner at noon, a heavy rain poured down like a scoop, and Liu Yong took out the umbrella that his mother had prepared in the morning, a little late, and he was drenched.

The sound of rain crackling on the oil-paper umbrella, and the lotus flowers painted on the umbrella surface with a secret method are blooming brilliantly, which is the ancestral craft of He Ji umbrella shop under the bridge in Lichengzhou.

The rain in June and July in Tokyo came and went quickly, and it was like a downpour just now, and when Liu Yong entered the door of his yard, it was a clear sky.

Liu Yong stretched out the umbrella and put it in a corner of the main hall to dry, and he went into the back room to change clothes at the urging of his mother Mu.

Liu Qingzhi did not come back at noon, and asked someone to come back in the middle of the night to bring a message, saying that he had drunk with Liu Da, the shopkeeper of the carriage and horse shop in the east, and Mu complained at home for a long time.

The afternoon school is at the end of the day, today is the day when Xiangguo Temple is open for trading, Wang took the time to take Liu Yong and Liu Xun to buy some needed things, along with the pillar incense, pray for the family for peace.

The gate is locked, and after walking a few steps out of the alley, there is the Royal Street, and the Suzaku Gate is impressive. Although it had just rained, there was no shortage of people on the street, and there were many horse-drawn carriages parked on both sides of the royal street inside and outside the Suzaku Gate.

Mu stretched out his hand to beckon one, negotiated the price, and the three of them got in the car and went straight to Xiangguo Temple.

The curtains and curtains on both sides of the carriage were rolled high, but there was not the slightest coolness. The shower just now was too short, in Kaifeng's words, it was not "penetrated", and the stagnant water on the ground was dried by the scorching sun after a while, turning into water vapor suspended in the low air, making people feel like they were in a steamer, stuffy and hot, and extremely uncomfortable. The streets were full of people, and the carriages were not moving fast enough to bring the wind.

Fortunately, the distance is not far, after the Suzaku Gate, the front is the small paper square street, not far away is an embroidery lane that is not very long. When you arrive at the intersection of Yujie and Dalushi Lane, you can hear the chanting of Daxiangguo Temple and the noise of the market.

Xiangguo Temple, formerly known as "Jianguo Temple", was built in the sixth year of Tianbao in the Northern Qi Dynasty. In the first year of Tang Yan and the first year of Tang Ruizong, he ascended the throne by the king of Xiang, and gave the name of Daxiangguo Temple in order to commemorate. Since the founding of the Emperor Song Dynasty, Xiangguo Temple has won the respect of the officials of the past dynasties, expanded many times, and now covers an area of hundreds of acres, there are thousands of monks in the temple, and it is the largest temple in Tokyo. According to legend, Xiangguo Temple is the former residence of Xinling Jun, the son of Wei during the Warring States Period, so there is a stone tablet in the temple.

Xiangguo Temple opens the trading of 10,000 surnames every five and ten every month, and it is very lively. From rare birds and beasts to all kinds of trivial things, there is everything. Although the official family has become more and more reverent in recent years, there is still no sign of decay in Xiangguo Temple, and most of the people of Kaifeng still go to the temple every once in a while to seek peace.

The shirt and robe that Liu Yong had just changed on his body were all soaked, and it was very uncomfortable to cling to his body. As soon as he got out of the car, he asked Mu for some change and ran to a cold drink stall not far away.

Inside and outside the first two doors of Xiangguo Temple, are selling all kinds of raw poultry pets, Liu Yong and Liu Xun are holding a canister with ice **** in their mouths and running fast with reeds in their mouths, one is squatting next to the shroud of a female mink, and one is tied to a leg by a rope at one end, and the white eagle eagle is standing on a specially cut branch with squinted eyes.

Liu Yong wanted to reach out and touch the white eagle in front of him with a "cold", "desolate", and a little "melancholy", but was stopped by the stall owner.

Mu Shi chased after him, and after catching up, he held one in one hand, and he was caught, worried that the child would get lost in the crowd.

"It's so stingy, can you lose a hair when you touch it......"

Liu Yong was dragged away from the white eagle by his mother, and muttered as he left.

"That mink has a baby and is feeding."

Liu Xun reluctantly looked at the female mink in the cage not far away, and there was a small mink that was not yet the size of a fist hidden under the female mink's body, arching and breastfeeding.

"That thing is for those yamen to play with, and it's not worth the money if you sell the two of us."

Liu Yong glanced at the snow-white hair, and the female mink without a trace of variegated hair bared her teeth and said.

"It's still this big white eagle mighty, I like it."

"If you like it, you don't buy it, and you don't have a place to raise it at home."

Mu Shi pulled the two children without stopping, and walked straight inside.

"Why is there no place to raise? Our yard is not small, I can make a nest for him in the jujube tree......"

"Do you know how to do carpentry? Give it back a nest in the tree? Can you climb trees? ”

"I can ask my dad to do it for me... And Uncle Xie next door can climb trees, so you can let him press it for me..."Liu Yong quibbled.

"Don't buy that either!"

"Why?"

"No why!"

......

Liu Yong was dragged by his mother into the third gate. It was full of all kinds of useful things: pampas, mats, screens, washing, and even saddle bridles, bows and swords.

Mu led the two children into the Buddha hall to put incense on the pillar, and donated a few large coins to a "master" sitting behind a table on the side of the main hall.

When I came out of the Buddha hall again, a cloud just blocked the scorching sun, and it suddenly became a little more shadey.

Walking through the Buddhist hall on both sides of the temple in Tokyo when the masters and aunts sold their embroidery and other works, Mu Shi stopped, picked up a sachet embroidered with lotus flowers and carefully studied it for a while, and found that it was not as good as his own craftsmanship, so he happily put it down and walked to other stalls.

Mu bought some lotus

"Do you have some soft brushing here?"

Walking to a stall selling toiletries, Mu asked.

"How about this? This is the most sold. The bristles are made of soft bristles on the neck of the pig, which are very firm with glue, so you don't have to worry about hair loss, and the brush is very soft and will not break the gums. The handle is made of willow wood, which is very light and smooth, and it will not be like the brushing teeth sold in some places. Our selling point here will definitely not have this kind of problem, it is sturdy and durable, and it is affordable. ”

The stall owner was a man in his forties, not tall, with a lot of pockmarks on his face, he took out a bundle of brushing teeth and handed it to Mu, and said with a mouthful of white teeth.

"No, my family is pig's bristles, and the child said it was too hard, and it shed hair, and I would rather use wicker than use it."

Mu Shi pushed away the brushing teeth handed over and refused.

The pockmarked stall owner smiled and put his teeth back on the stall. But soon another one was taken out.

"Then try this, ponytail's... This is not your average ponytail brush, which is harder than a pig's bristle. Is this made of pony's tail, or is it made of fur, soft and soft, I don't believe you touch it. ”

Mu Shi believed the suspicious result and gently touched it with his hand.

"Well, it's softer and ...... than bristles."