Since coming to Bianliang, Kyoto, Wan Wan has been staying at home for seven days with the silver, and then finally stepped out of the door.

At this point, the time has passed. In winter, the days are short, and after a while, the sky is already a little dark.

Fortunately, the curfew was lifted earlier than the reign of the previous emperor. All kinds of shops and stalls in Bianliang City will be reopened after the third watch. If it is such a lively place, it is crowded all night. Wan Wan doesn't know the road, so it's pleasant to walk like this.

The weather after the snow is surprisingly cold, Wan Wan will come to a hot food seller, and when she encounters a ready-to-wear store, she must go in to buy some serious cold clothes.

There is no way, there are few clothes in Ming Wanwan's suitcase that can keep out the cold. It's even more difficult to look good with it.

The service work of these shops was very good, and the shopkeeper saw that Wan Wan was alone and bought a lot of clothes, so he asked Wan Wan if she needed it. Wan Wan was happy, and immediately left the address and deposit and made an appointment for delivery.

There are not only ready-to-wear shops with such services, so Wan Wan is still relaxed after shuttling through various stores.

At the beginning of the night, Wan Wan turned to a lively street, lined with all kinds of rice stalls and some unnamed stalls interspersed. Wan Wan wore a newly purchased powder and blue flour hair rabbit skin cloak, and the food in her hand was constantly changed, and she enjoyed the prosperity of Bianliang in the world while eating.

It's really unproductive, Wan Wan choked to death by eating potato chips in her previous life. When she was in the ghost world, she often gambled and swore that if she could become a human again, she would be insulated from food. She came out of an orphanage, no one burned anything for her, and ghosts didn't need to eat to maintain their lives, so she really made a line with eating in the city of vain. It's just that this time she returned to the world, Wan Wan completely forgot what she hated the most in the ghost world.

Eel buns, fresh!

Lamb purse, fragrant!

Fried tongs, charred and crispy!

Rice steamed cakes, sweet and pleasant!

......。

Wan Wan felt a little thirsty after eating half the street, and happened to see a small stall selling hot goat's milk on the side, so she walked over and ordered a bowl. The stall was small, with only two small low tables and a few benches. Wan Wan sat on the bench with a bowl in her hand, sipping hot milk while watching the stall next to her sell preserves.

The stall owner used a kind of lottery form. A handful of bamboo tablets were placed in a small bamboo tube, and the end of the tube was dotted with lacquer from one to nine. The buyer pays two copper coins, grabs a few at random, and then counts the total number of points on the tablet. If it is a double, the buyer wins, and he gets a jar of preserves. If it is a single stall owner who sells it, he does not need to pay for the goods and gets two copper coins in vain.

Wan Wan watched the rise, and was about to get up to try it when she heard a shout from the other side of the street.

"What the hell?! Do you know how to build a house? ”

"We build houses for people, not for see."

"The Yin family's son? Spit! It tarnished the reputation of the Yin family. ”

The sound came from the tea stall opposite. Foaming at the mouth of the shouting waving arms and scolding was a middle-aged man dressed in a slightly wealthy manner, and sitting opposite him was a young man who looked like a scholar.

The young man wore a slightly whitish cotton robe, and his hair was meticulously combed. His face was a little haggard, but there was a rebelliousness in his expression that could not be concealed. When the middle-aged man scolded him before, the young man just sat straight and did not speak.

At this moment, when he heard the middle-aged man mention the word "Yin family", the young man stood up suddenly. It startled the middle-aged man, and he took three steps back.

The young man stared at the middle-aged man and said word by word: "The surname is Lin, not the surname Yin." Your Excellency is not looking for someone Lin to build a house, so I will not accompany you. - Please return the drawings. ”

The middle-aged man was annoyed, threw a stack of papers in his hand at the young man, and said hatefully: "The bullshit doesn't make sense, it stains Lao Tzu's eyes in vain!" ”

The middle-aged man turned and left, letting the stack of papers fly away in the cold wind. One of them flew staggering across the road, impartial, just pasted on Wan Wan's face.

Ink, ink. Who said that ink is fragrant, this is clearly stinky.

Wan Wan tore off the piece of paper on her face with disgust and subconsciously glanced at it. She wanted to see if the ink had dried, lest any ink spots get on her face. But just this glance, Wanwan's eyes can't be removed.

In fact, she can't fully understand this kind of construction diagram, but even the little bit she understands is enough to make her happy. I knew that the ancients invented such good things as earth dragons and fire kangs. But I didn't know that the ancients could even make a heating article on the wall.

The young man surnamed Lin calmly picked up the scattered drawings, walked to this side of the street and bowed to Wan Wan, and said, "I'm sorry to disturb the girl." ”

Wan Wan pulled her eyes out of the construction map, stared at him with bright eyes, and said, "It's okay." This is what you painted? ”

"Exactly." The young man surnamed Lin still maintained the posture of leaning over, but his hands were spread out towards Wan Wan.

He wanted to get the drawings back, but unfortunately Wan Wan didn't understand it. She flipped the drawings in her hand, pointed to one of them and asked, "What do these little lattices on the beams do?" ”

Seeing that she was indeed interested, the young man surnamed Lin slowly straightened up and explained, "The heat rises, and the cold falls. So it's cooler to put an ice basin high up in the house than on the ground in the summer. ”

Wan Wan looked at the construction map carefully, and felt that there were many interesting points in it. When he said, "Since the man doesn't know the goods, sell it to me." ”

The young man surnamed Lin was stunned, looked at Wan Wan carefully, and a trace of strangeness quickly flashed in his eyes. Immediately, another long gesture was, "Do you want to build a new house or do you want to renovate it?" ”

Wan Wan said: "Repair." ”

The young man surnamed Lin said: "Even if it is newly built, the houses suitable for different people are different. What's more, the repair depends on the problem and location of the building itself. This is not for you. If you want to repair the house, please also ask Rong Lin to visit the house to survey and map the house on a certain day. ”

This is also a matter of concrete problem solving.

At that moment, Wan Wan had a higher degree of trust in the young man surnamed Lin, "Then I will write the address with you." ”

The young man surnamed Lin said: "Lin knows where you live. ”

Wan Wan was stunned, "What? ”

Did the former lord happen to know this man who seemed to have quite a story, or was the former lord too famous?

The young man surnamed Lin bowed again, "I think you are inconvenient today, please inform me of a convenient time." ”

Wan Wan was a little confused when she heard this, "Tomorrow will do." ”

"Farewell." The young man surnamed Lin took a few steps back, and then made another gesture before getting up and leaving.

After walking far, the young man breathed a sigh of relief. Even though the lights in the night market were not so bright, even if the adult had changed his clothes, it was not difficult to recognize.

He thought he had a strong backbone, but he still inevitably felt a little fear in his heart when facing this evil god. Just when he recognized her, a thought involuntarily rose in his heart: Master Zu, his creation plan was pasted on the face of the evil god, would he be picked out like a sandbag.

The young man surnamed Lin laughed self-deprecatingly, and it seemed that he was nothing more than that.