Let's say that after the war between Beiyang and Great Xia, the vitality was greatly damaged, the troops were exhausted, and the treasury was empty. But the people in the city are still teasing cats and dogs, birds and eagles, and there is no trace of suffering. It is said that in the palace they fought little insects, flower pheasants, and the chickens clucked and flew better than the phoenix...... The silver of this white flower is spent outward, and the harsh taxes are all pressed on our heads! The storyteller frowned, "Life is hard...... Bitter life...... It's better to live and work in peace and contentment in Yanrong and Daxia......"

When the man finished speaking, his voice became hoarse.

Meng Yining thought it was strange, such a small city, it was just a matter of living in the next life, why was he still so presumptuous in discussing the bad things about yang. Moreover, Beiyang is not what he said, although there are complicated taxes in various places, but in order to recover quickly from the war, the first king of Beiyang has exempted some miscellaneous taxes.

The men and women in the audience who carried lanterns for the festival also lamented.

And other big cities in Beiyang have never had such a scene.

Meng Yining observed the surroundings, thinking that it was a day away from it now, so it was better to find out and transmit the news to Gu Zi'an on his way to Great Xia. She hid in the crowd, her eyes fixed on the storyteller's every move.

The man spoke eloquently about other countries, portraying it as a land of immortals, and it was like the center of hell. She sat on top of a teahouse, watching the crowd come and go, and there were many people wearing Yan Rong's clothes. The clothes are not very similar, but only Yan Rong's people will use colorful pigments to dye the white fox fur, circle and dot, like the natural pattern of animals, make a hat, and wear it on the head.

Beiyang large river basin, big rivers, mountains, grasslands, snow-capped mountains and lakes prefer plain colors, so these mixed patterns are rarely seen.

The map had been imprinted in Meng Yining's mind, and she was calculating the geographical location of this small city surrounded by mountains. In fact, this is not the first destination she wants to rest tonight, but she only came here after adding a little more itinerary to hurry during the day.

On the map, this is a small town sandwiched between two large cities, which is not enough to worry about. But I don't know when it gradually developed into such a scale. But there was only one mountain road and a river that was not too narrow to pass through a hundred miles southwest of the small city.

Odd.

Wrong.

Something is wrong!

She felt that everything here was in a trance, like a fantasy. When I first arrived here, I just felt very familiar. But Meng Yining has walked through the north and south of the river, after all, he is familiar everywhere, and now when he thinks about it, he finds that the familiarity comes from his hometown in the depths of his memory - Yanrong.

It seems that the people here have been assimilated.

Gradually, he talked about the many things that he was not doing in Beiyang, and began to sigh at the privileged life of other countries. Besides, that Yan Rong was not the wealth described by the storyteller, and Meng Yining only felt that it was a miasma.

"Teasing the flower pheasant......" she repeated in a low voice, "Beiyang...... Where is this kind of activity in Beiyang......"

With a flash of inspiration, she realized her mistake.

This is not an activity in Beiyang at all, it is Yan Rong's hometown activity.

The Beiyang court is solemn, and even a playful and lustful person like Gu Chongwu has never heard of teasing chickens and birds in the palace, let alone flower pheasants.

There is a special kind of flower chicken in Daxia, and its feathers are black, red, and white, which is very beautiful. The King of Xia gave hundreds of them to the King of Yanrong, and later these chickens were kept in the court for enjoyment.

Gradually, this kind of atmosphere also arose among the people of Yanrong.

In this way, it is indeed very strange.

She poked her head out and looked down again, and there were a few flower chickens clucking in the chicken coop.

"Boss." Meng Yining shouted. The shopkeeper rubbed his hand, nodded and ran over: "This girl, what do you need?" ”

"I'll ask you something." She smiled slightly, "Here, how can there be so many flower chickens, I have never seen them anywhere else." ”

The boss is a talkative person, in his thirties, scratching his head and smiling: "Hey, I don't know about this either." But since I was a child, I had this impression. Originally, it was probably brought by a merchant, but he ran over to see it. At that time, where had I ever seen such a beautiful flower chicken, just to see this chicken, the inner and outer three layers were surrounded by water. ”

Meng Yining was silent, indeed, there is no such flower chicken in Beiyang.

"And then?"

"Later, then there were more of them, and you see the streets are all over the place."

"Boss, I see a lot of Yanrong people here?"

The boss was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "What Yan Rong is not Yan Rong, it is all my own family." Many years ago...... There are a group of Yanrong people who have fled, and the girls have long hands and feet, but they are very smart, and they are very quick to work. said that it was because of the Yanrong war, so he ran all the way along the deep mountains and old forests. No, it's all taken root here. It's been a family ever since. Originally, the city was only half the size of what it is now, and look at how big it is now! Ooh...... It's bigger than I ever dreamed of! However, don't say it, my mother-in-law is also Yan Rong's......"

Meng Yining secretly felt cold in her heart, but her face did not change and said, "That's really happiness." ”

The shopkeeper smiled: "Girl, where are you from, it looks like a very unfamiliar face." ”

Meng Yining grinned, revealing her white teeth, the pear vortex appeared, and she was about to speak, when she heard a woman in the back room shouting: "Who is coming?" Who's coming? You still can't serve this dish? ”

As soon as I heard that, it was Yan Rong's tone.

At that time, many countries were unified and had the same language and language, but after the split, the language and script were different, and you could know where people came from when they heard the words.

Meng Yining's hands and feet were a little cold, so she leaned over and greeted with a smile.

As soon as the woman saw Meng Yining's unfamiliar face, vigilance was written on her face: "Where are you?" What are you doing here? ”

The shopkeeper looked at his wife anxiously, and he didn't know what was wrong, for fear that she would suddenly start a fire and scare Meng Yining, so he hurriedly said: "It's just a hurry, what are you murdering." ”

The woman pouted, "This place is surrounded by mountains, who dares to rush here?" As he spoke, he dropped the bowl and waited for Meng Yining.

She looked at the woman and was about to interrogate, but she suddenly stood up calmly and said in Yan Rong's dialect: "It's too late, the road is not in a hurry, I just saw the lights bright, and I came here." ”

The little girl's face was kind, and she spoke Yan Rong dialect again, and the woman's eyebrows instantly softened and stretched, and she also chatted in Yan Rong dialect.

Although he has not returned to Yanrong for many years, when it comes to festival celebrations, hometown cuisine is still the first thing. Meng Yining was already good-looking, but this proprietress wanted to recognize her as her sister for a moment.

It's just that the more Meng Yining said this, the colder his heart became.

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