Los Angeles, Dragon Boat Festival.

Luoshui was full of people, crowded like a mass of ants, and even people were squeezed into the water from time to time, so a series of laughter sounded.

Some people threw the wrapped horn dumplings into the river water to feed the fish and shrimp in the river, so that they would not gnaw on the corpses of loyal soldiers.

Of course, Qu Yuan didn't die in the river, but people didn't care.

Just like the dragon boats that race left and right in the river, the sound of trumpets and shouts is loud, and there are people who bet which dragon boat will reach the finish line first and get a big reward.

The Dragon Boat Festival is the fifth day of the fifth month of May, and early summer has arrived, but Los Angeles is not too hot.

It's just that Luoshui is so lively, but Xue Ling is not by the river.

She was following Fang Bei, pretending to eat zongzi at a zongzi stand.

After peeling off the glutinous rice wrapped in zongzi leaves, there is a good smell, Luocheng is located in the north, Xue Ling is an authentic Yanjing person, and he is also a northerner among the northerners, so Fang Bei and Xue Ling will not be angry because of the sweetness and saltiness of the zongzi, and they will fight indoors.

Xue Ling ate a candied date, sweet and silky, although the girl is past the age of eating sweets, but she is still very happy to be able to eat sweets.

In the past, when I was in Yanjing, every time I ate zongzi during the Dragon Boat Festival, I would use honey to match, and the sweet honey was mixed with the fragrance of zongzi, which was really delicious.

It's just that now, I can only eat a little bit of these sweet dumplings wrapped in dates.

Just as she was thinking like this, Fang Bei handed Xue Ling a small plate, and when Xue Ling saw that the dish was actually a fine white and soft white sugar, she was taken aback: "Where did you get it?" ”

Fang Bei smiled: "You don't have to care. ”

Xue Ling pursed her lips, picked up the zongzi on the plate with chopsticks, dipped it in the white sugar in the small plate, and then put the zongzi in her mouth.

The sweetness of white sugar is sweeter than honey, and it is also softer and easier to eat, and the girl feels like her heart is melting when she eats sweets, especially such a precious white sugar.

"I have heard that these white sugars are only produced in the southernmost places where sugar cane is abundant, and they are only supplied to the emperor as tribute." Xue Ling looked at Fang Bei and said curiously, the boy opposite was sitting in front of her, looking at the pedestrians coming and going in front of him, and he didn't order zongzi to eat.

Xue Ling has fully felt Fang Bei's prudence and prudence that does not exist all the time, for example, he must use his own container to eat and drink, bring his own dry food when he goes out, and do not touch anything outside, for example, now Xue Ling is eating zongzi on the street, Fang Bei is still sitting on the stool, just like a teenager who accompanies his little lover out to eat and go shopping.

Even if he has been observing the movement on the street, after all, don't say it, the Empty Enlightenment Monk may pass through Los Angeles today, this is a first-class master in the world, and he needs to be treated as cautiously as possible.

"Leave it alone, it's delicious." Fang Bei said lightly.

The preparation method of white sugar is not difficult, not to mention that Fangbei is not a large amount of sugar, you only need to use the equipment at hand to make a few catties to eat, it is simply a breeze.

Moreover, in this era, there was already a method of drizzling sugar with yellow mud water in the south, although it had not yet been completely popularized, but it had been presented to the Jingshi as a tribute, and if the output was a little larger, it was estimated that it would not be much, and the productivity of the small peasant economy was limited after all, and the quality was not high.

After all, it is something that already exists in this era.

So there's nothing strange about it.

Xue Ling nodded, then took another bite and asked, "Will the monk go to see the dragon boat?" ”

In fact, Xue Ling herself still wanted to see the dragon boat, after all, she had never seen a similar lively event before, but Fang Bei was already sure that the empty monk would pass by this street, so Xue Ling could only follow.

In this regard, Xue Ling really wanted to say, whether it was me a bee wing or you a bee wing.

This young man has been very accustomed to catching bee needles and wings recently, which makes Xue Ling very dissatisfied, although she knows in her heart that she is not able to match other bee wings for the time being.

But—but that's mostly because the level of the party is really a bit high, okay.

Fang Bei shook his head quietly: "You don't see that I don't look at dragon boats, do you think the monks will go to see dragon boats?" ”

Xue Ling was choked up in an instant, and could only say one sentence for a long time; "You certainly don't have a childhood."

Fang Bei looks like he has no childhood, and he always treats people with the kind of gentleness and peace and pampering without being shocked, but he really moves his hands vigorously, just like when Fang Bei used a short knife against himself in that small ear room, Xue Ling had no doubt that Fang Bei would cut his throat at any time.

And the more contact she had with Fang Bei, the more firm she was at that time.

After all, is Ning Huaiyuan strong? Is the red fox strong?

In front of Fang Bei, he is really at his mercy like a doll, saying that when you let you die, you will really die when you want.

And in the end, I don't know what kind of strength Fang Bei is.

But what kind of strength is Fang Bei?

Xue Ling really didn't understand.

"You're still qualified to laugh at me for not having a childhood?" Fang Bei smiled, and just wanted to refute two sentences, so that she could understand the breadth and profundity of her childhood, and how painful it was to realize how painful it was to simulate the three-year college entrance examination, but at this time, a melodious Buddha horn came from afar.

"Amitabha."

"Here we are." Fang Bei said softly, then pressed the five copper plates on the table, called Xue Ling, and walked towards the place where the Buddha's name was announced.

The two of them walked through the bustling crowd of the Dragon Boat Festival and saw a tall white-bearded monk wearing a somewhat tattered earthy yellow robe, with nine ring scars on his head, and a brass tin staff in his hand, facing a woman with one hand folded and apologizing.

Behind him was a little white monk, wearing a white linen monk's robe, although a little shabby but very clean, he looked no more than ten years old, and carried a bamboo basket on his back, which contained some clothes and salutes.

The monks, old and young, walked out to the road, but they were surrounded by people because the woman was blocking their way.

It's not unusual if it's just a woman standing in the way.

What is strange is that this woman is surprisingly beautiful, and she wears surprisingly little.

She was born with a deep nose and high eyes, three-dimensional and delicate facial features, a light chestnut hair with slightly curly soft long hair, and a seductive complexion close to honey on her skin.

"Great monk, your little monk has taken a look at me more, the six roots are not clean, should you gouge out your eyes and compensate me?"

Her voice is a serious Central Plains official dialect, with clear and loud words, and soft and beautiful.