Approaching the end of the year, at the same time, the whole country is jubilant Tsing Yi trial is imminent, the bustling streets of Yingdu are full of people, bustling, Shinong, industrial and commercial people and so on in front of their favorite shops lingering, bargaining, mixed with the tinkling sound of copper plate refreshing reward.

The end of the year is also a time to spend money and enjoy it. Even in the suburbs of Yingdu, the farmers who had to run to their fields for became more generous, buying beef and mutton, chickens, ducks, fish, and big baskets and small bags.

Li Ke, who looked like a bamboo pole, his eyes were shining, walked through the market, and passers-by on both sides covered their mouths and noses, quickly dodged, and then glared angrily.

"The pickles from there have polluted the streets and alleys of Yingdu!"

"Before the city gate is closed, he will die outside the city, and no one will collect the corpse in the province!"

Even the pimpies who were accustomed to causing trouble on the streets did not bother to approach Li Ke, and everywhere they went, people avoided this excited, smelly madman like a plague.

However, Li Ke didn't care, his eyes were blazing, and he only looked ahead, as if there was a beam of light from the street in front of him, guiding him forward.

Although everyone avoided him, Li Ke didn't feel that this lively street was strange and isolated at all, as if these streets and alleys were his, so he raised his head slightly, looked at the plaques flashing by the street, and walked in the direction of Suzaku Avenue.

He hadn't eaten a full meal for many days, and only ate dry buns and cold water, which made Li Ke feel a little weak, but recalling the categorical information in his mind made him immediately excited again, holding on to a weeping willow on the side of the road and panting.

In winter, the willow tree is left with a mess of branches, like a beggar with unkempt hair standing on the side of the street.

Li Ke originally wanted to take a bath first, but in his current state, he was afraid that he would faint immediately as soon as the heat in the bathhouse steamed, so he made up his mind to fill his stomach first and nourish his spirits.

Those prominent restaurants will not entertain him, and Xiao Si will come to drive people far away. Some small restaurants also disliked him for hindering other customers and affecting their own business, Li Ke was not discouraged, did not look angry at all, with a smile on his face, and asked one by one along the street.

Of course, he was holding the only piece of silver he had left, about five or six taels.

A shop selling Yangchun noodles, the signs are hung high in the wind, the gray bottom, embroidered with big blue characters - "Xiguan Yangchun noodles", there is no plaque, but there is a mahogany carved couplet hanging at the door - "Smile to welcome the world's guests, and collect all the wealth".

The couplets carved in the mahogany look ancient, probably some years old, and they are already full of pitch-black pulp.

Li Ke walked up the bluestone steps, took out the piece of silver, and his eyes fell on the steaming cauldron in the store, the fragrance of cooked noodles, mixed with the smell of sesame oil, came out in bursts, so that Li Ke couldn't stop swallowing a few mouthfuls of spit.

The owner of the shop was an old man in his sixties, who looked quite majestic, with a white cloth apron tied around his waist, and he was kneading dough and holding the pot alone.

According to Li Ke's limited experience in the rivers and lakes, people with this kind of majestic face are all cold-hearted and hard-hearted, and they know that it is probably no fun, and they want to retract their outstretched hands.

"Hungry?!" the old man asked with a snap as he smashed the reconciled ball of white noodles on the board.

It has been three hours since he walked, and this was the first person to take the initiative to talk to him, Li Ke was a little uncomfortable, and he was a little uncomfortable, and he reacted for a moment, and nodded blankly.

Although it is a little wooden, it is definitely not the kind of panic or surprise nodding again and again, but very polite, nodding twice without hurrying, just like those guests in the house, proudly showing silver, calling for a bowl of Yangchun noodles, feasting, and sweating guests, without a little flattery.

The old man followed for a moment, looked Li Ke up and down, pointed to the stone steps at the door, and said, "Where are you waiting, I'll bring it to you." ”

Li Ke bowed and saluted, and when he got up, he only felt that the sky was spinning, and he fell down on the stone steps.

Sit down slowly, move towards the door frame, trying not to disturb the guests coming in and out, and then place the piece of silver in the corner of the door.

After a while, the old man held a bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles, bent down, and quickly placed it on the stone steps in front of Li Ke, as if he was afraid that other customers in the store would find out, turned around and continued to work, without accepting Li Ke's silver, nor looking at him more.

The white and tender noodles just out of the pot, two fingers wide, fell refreshingly in the soup, sprinkled with a layer of finely chopped green onions, and a few drops of sesame oil floated on the soup, between the green and white, the aroma was overflowing.

The hot air coming out of the bowl slammed into Li Ke's mouth and nose, making him look stunned.

Li Ke picked up the chopsticks on the side of the bowl, touched them on the stone steps, and began to eat noodles.

The steaming Yangchun noodles, Li Ke eats very slowly, he is not like an ordinary beggar, he eats it like he is dying, and he is even more gentle than the men sitting in the house, and it is even slower, as if he wants to take a closer look at each noodle, and then eat it slowly.

The old man in Yangchun Noodle Restaurant, looking at Li Ke's strange behavior, shook his head in disappointment, probably thinking that it was another crazy disciple in the school, and he didn't even know that he was hungry.

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Li Ke slowly ate the past few years into this bowl of Yangchun noodles, those sweet and sour, those skills are not as good as others, those who show off and are arrogant, all turned into tender and fragrant Yangchun noodles, in the mouth, into the stomach, into the heart.

For half an hour, Li Ke finished eating the noodles, slowly drank the soup, put the porcelain bowl on the stone steps, pinched the piece of silver in the corner of the door, got up and left, as if he had never been here.

When he walked a few feet away, he looked back at the noodle shop, and then strode forward.

After a bowl of hot noodle soup, Li Ke felt that he was alive again, slowly stretched his muscles and bones a few times, and his numb limbs felt warm.

Thinking of the clever young man who called himself "the man with a heart", Li Ke knew that what greeted him tonight would be a major event that would determine the fate of his life.

Like a newly revived, Li Ke turned his head and smelled the smell on his body, couldn't help but shake his head, and walked towards a chimney in the alley.

Most of the poor people in Yingdu used firewood for heating, and only places such as large restaurants and bathhouses burned coal because of need, while those dignitaries used burned charcoal, which was small in smoke and dust, and lightweight, and could be placed in the stove of the handguard and carried around.

In order to reduce the cost of rent, it was built in an inconspicuous alley, with high chimneys and thick smoke exhausting outward, which was the inferior bathhouse frequented by ordinary people in the city of Yingdu.

This is exactly where Li Ke needs to go the most, he wants to change his mind from here and start from scratch.