A night of wind and rain caused a thin layer of Bodhi leaves to fall on the Divine Blessing Avenue, and the air was mixed with the fragrance of leaves and the fragrance of earth. Cheng Jiao took a big breath of sweet air, totoed, jumped on the horse's back, tapped the horse's belly, and Chi Ji ran in small steps. She ran south and then east, along the bluestone avenue by the lake of flames to the east of Hot Spring City.

On horseback, the sky is blue as if it is new, a red sun is climbing upward, ten thousand golden lights are scattered on the wide lake, and the blue water of the lake is now brilliant as molten gold. Cheng Jiao and Chi Ji, who were running in this swaying golden light, were also plated with golden red.

This is the glory of the sun goddess, who fills all the voids between heaven and earth!

The hot spring town shrouded in golden sunlight has long since awakened. To the right of the stone road is the city's largest and more than 100-year-old "Three O'Clock Morning Market", named because it only appears between 5 and 8 o'clock in the morning.

Energetic vendors are shouting on the streets selling thousands of goods from all over the Goto.

It is most famous for its fine silk embroidery, beaded shoes, embroidered belts, embroidered headscarves, embroidered bags, and dresses that fill the shelves. The fine and flat stitches, the bright and smooth beads, and the vivid three-dimensional embroidery pieces attracted the girls to stop and admire. The coastline of Helios Island is long, and the fishermen along the coast seek the protection of the sea god during the summer and autumn fishing season, and go out to fish at night when people are forbidden to go out, and send them to the city's markets overnight in the early morning with fishermen's horses. Because the "3 o'clock morning market" is close to the pier and is the first to open, it is also possible to sell the freshest seafood. Boatloads of fresh shrimp, live fish, mussels, crabs, and sea urchins were dumped in bamboo baskets, which were quickly snapped up by gourmets. Everywhere, anxious diners can crack open the shell of a large black sea urchin and drizzle it with a sauce made with wasabi and shichimi powder, and eat the tender meat raw.

Due to the long hours of sunshine, the large temperature difference between day and night, and the sweet and clear river water, flour made from wheat is the most sought-after there.

Merchants from Poseidon Island, where the mountains are winding, rainy and humid, are full of confidence in their mountain goods, with mushrooms, fungus fat, walnuts and pine nuts. The juicy bamboo shoots are marinated in a special sansho pepper and have an attractive aroma, and they are the best toppings for bibimbap. If you're lucky, you'll come across a rare matsutake mushroom for sale, just a few small flowers, cooked with hens and bamboo sunflowers, a delicacy that the gods coveted.

The merchants of the Isle of Mars are most recognizable, fully armoured, wearing soft armor, carrying short swords, carrying long swords, or carrying crossbows and crossbows on their shoulders. Connoisseurs who are well versed in the art of swordsmanship will not look at the cold and glittering weapons on their stalls. They often dragged the stall owners into the shadows and took out money bags full of gold and silver rings in exchange for their own weapons. It could be a dagger hidden in a plain cooked cowhide sheath, or a glowing cedar bow sharpened on both ends, or a longsword wrapped in tattered fur. After the transaction, the buyer often disappears without looking back with the baby in his arms, but the seller looks at the heavy money bag in his hand and is sad.

Every few ten days, there may be strange people who seem to be crazy and chaotic claiming to be from the Crescent Moon Realm or the sacrificial island next to the Spirit God Island. This tends to cause the biggest commotion in the bazaar. Because these things that are called commodities are placed on the stalls are unheard of and unseen.

Today, there is one such weirdo who has put out a whole stall of bottles. There are large and small, high and low, some are full, some are empty, there are high-necked and round-bellied wine bottles containing liquids of unknown color and texture, and there are also strange bottles with concave front and convex back, which are shining as if they are closed in the elf. Cheng Jiao listened carefully to the stall owner's shouting: "All kinds of dreams collected from the edge of the Shadow Land! Come and buy it! There are sweet spring dreams, and there are nightmares of the end of the world! Freshly baked and top quality! Do you want to see the destruction of beasts in the apocalyptic dream? There are dreams within dreams you can't think of! Come and buy it! Cheng Jiao saw that the peddler's hair and nails were falling off, and he was wrapped in a dirty and tattered cloak, and he looked as if he was going to fall to the ground and die in the blink of an eye! She really didn't understand the use of such a person asking for money.

In addition, there are the vendors who sit on the side of the bluestone avenue and sell special ointments and miracle powders, the little boys who walk carefully along the bluestone road selling perfumes and perfumes, the flower girls who look at you timidly and smile and wave the flowers and garlands in their hands, and the bewitching young women who dress up as witches to give Cheng Jiao the most headache - they will suddenly burst out from the side of the road to stop her horses and sell her the gold sand used by the lord of the hot spring hall. These fake shrine maidens swore to Cheng Jiao that the letters of prayer written in this golden sand would reach the Tranquility Mountain, where the gods were located, and that the gods who loved the world would certainly grant any request he saw in the letters! This rare golden sand sells for only twenty silver rings, and if you don't have any cash, this girl, you can exchange it with the pearl jewel on your braid!

Seeing that there was the gate of Myofa Mountain in front of her, Cheng Jiao was entangled by these imposter witches who were good at discovering treasures, so she simply pulled off the pearl pearl on her braid and threw it sideways into the crowd of the market. The "shrine maidens" who gathered around Chiji watched in amazement as the young lady on horseback threw this valuable ornament into the crowd! They screamed and scrambled towards the dazzling parabola. Cheng Jiao was finally able to get out.

Cheng Jiao knew that this pearl Yingluo was a good thing, but she didn't need it anyway, and she had to cut her long hair before going to Jinwu Courtyard tomorrow! It's better to use it for some time to spend more time with grandpa. If it is picked up by a poor person, it is considered a daily good deed in accordance with the teachings of the gods.

Chiji's feet were fast, and in a blink of an eye, he ran into the mountain gate of Miaofa Mountain. This deep cave looks like a tunnel forty or fifty meters long, and the sound of red hooves is heavily amplified in the mountain gate, beating the ear drums of Cheng Jiao. Therefore, the moment Chi Ji rushed out of the mountain gate, Cheng Jiao felt that the world was quiet for a moment, and outside the mountain gate was another world with shadows of trees and mottled light and shadow. After walking another kilometer or so, she came to the stone steps of the mountain, she dismounted, tied the reins of Chiji to the stone carving tethered horse stake at the foot of the mountain, and climbed the steps.

The road to his grandfather's house is something that Cheng Jiao has been familiar with over the years. Walk straight up the 610 steps, turn left, leave the stone steps mountain road, and walk up the winding path of about 200 meters, you can see the small courtyard full of life in an open field in front of you. Three blue-tiled stone houses, two side rooms, one of which is a kitchen, surrounded by an adobe rammed wall.

It was the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the walls were covered with purple trumpet flowers, and Cheng Jiao gently pulled the empty firewood and walked slowly into the hospital. She didn't have to look carefully and found that her grandfather's small vegetable garden had traces of freshly picked, and it seemed that her grandfather didn't care that today was his last day in this small courtyard, and still went out to the morning market as usual.

This vegetable garden was opened by Grandpa and Grandma after they moved here from Goldfish Alley in the city. There are three seasons of fruits and vegetables that grow every year, and not only can they be self-sufficient, but there are also many wealthy people who can sell them at the "three o'clock morning market". After moving out of the city, Cheng Jiao lived with his grandparents in a small courtyard in the mountains and forests.

As long as she can get up in the morning, she always likes to go to the morning market with her grandfather to sell vegetables. As soon as the morning bell rang, the grandfather and grandson got up and went down to the garden, picking tomatoes, cucumbers, green peppers, and coriander that were still dewy and sold them. There is more money and less money, and the two of them just want to have fun.

At the end of the market, the little granddaughter left a reddest and largest tomato in her hand, and the grandfather took it to the cool lake water, and the cool and sweet fruit juice was the little girl's breakfast. Grandpa's requirements for life are very simple, he can be self-sufficient with three simple meals a day, and his son has prepared a house for him to shelter from the wind and rain, so he does not care about the income from the market.

Even so, Grandpa was very happy to accompany Cheng Jiao to accompany her to sell vegetables. Because whether his granddaughter goes out with him or not has a big impact on his business.

If he were alone, he would often have to set up a stall until the end of the morning market, and there would be leftovers to give to the stall owners or passers-by. But as soon as the little granddaughter's cries sounded, people were surprised and often stopped buying, and the fruits and vegetables were often sold out within half an hour.

The reason for this is that Cheng Jiao knows it.