Yang Zhao woke up in the middle of the night, got up in the dark, swept away all the residual carbon and sparks from the fire, spread the remaining weeds over, and fell asleep again on the residual temperature of the fire.

When I woke up again, it was already dawn.

This sleep made Yang Zhao always feel like he couldn't wake up. There is still some fatigue in the body, and the muscles are a little sore, but the head does not hurt anymore.

The hand subconsciously touched the mobile phone, and finally, he forcibly touched the silver out and looked at it.

The phone did not dare to move.

Looking at the ashes of the plants and trees all over his body, Yang Zhao sighed, tidied up a little, walked out of the house to the courtyard, and came to the big ginkgo tree to give a salute.

"Uncle Shi, I'm going down the mountain now, do you have any other orders?"

After waiting for a while, no one answered.

"I'm a newcomer, I'm not familiar with the place, can you tell me where it's safe to go down the mountain?"

Still no one spoke, and Yang Zhao was not discouraged, he made a small straw rope from the straw that he slept on last night, and tied the "board-book-board" sandwich with the straw rope.

Carrying a book out to say goodbye to the big ginkgo tree.

"Yang Zhao will say goodbye to Uncle Gongsun."

She walked out of the yard through the main entrance, and the first thing she did, of course, was to climb a tree and dig out birds' eggs.

But this time she went to a higher place and found a tree with good sight.

Climb the tree and look around, sure enough, in the direction of the main gate of Yunyang Temple, there is a big city located by the river.

There are still scattered field houses at the foot of the mountain.

Finding the direction, Yang Zhao carried the book and went down the mountain with the bird's egg.

When he walked to the foot of the mountain, Yang Zhao also found a small spring.

The spring is covered with a straw curtain, which is supposed to be covered by nearby villagers to prevent falling leaves.

Yang Zhao was extremely thirsty, washed her hands first, and then took a small sip of water with her hand, and after waiting for a while, her stomach didn't hurt, and she began to gulp water uncontrollably.

When a long drought is met with nectar, it is cool.

After drinking the water, she took out all the eggs in her pocket, washed them, and ate them raw. Now there is no fire, and there is no way to sterilize the eggs.

After eating and drinking, Yang Zhao took off his shirt and saw the ginkgo biloba sticky on his back.

Reached out and touched his short hair carefully, but fortunately it wasn't.

The big ginkgo tree in his hometown gave him a leaf to keep him safe.

It's hard to say about this big ginkgo tree here.

But she didn't dare to pick it now, it was too close.

Yang Zhao put on his shirt expressionlessly, and rubbed his hands, face, and neck with the ash on his body.

I didn't dare to delay, I recognized the direction, and avoided the village and walked towards the big city.

There were not many people on the side road, and as soon as I reached the main road, the flow of people began to increase.

She wasn't sure if these were primates? But I did see a few with long horns.

I also met a large caravan, using large land animals that I didn't know to drag the goods on the cart and walk in the middle of the road.

I also saw several frames dedicated to sitting people.

Yang Zhao followed an old couple carrying a burden from a distance, listening to them arguing there.

"I said I wanted to get up early, but you didn't listen, see what time it is?"

"What do you know? This Yang dew fruit is delicious when it is picked when the dew hangs in the morning, we are going to give it to our son's teachers and classmates, of course, pick the most delicious and send it. ”

"But it's so late, can't you still eat in the city at noon? How expensive is the food in the city? ”

"How expensive is a meal?"

Yang Zhao listened to their pronunciation, which was indeed different from Chinese. Miraculously, she can really understand.

She rubbed the small porcelain vase in her pocket, it was really valuable.

She followed the crowd to the city gate, and saw a tall gatehouse erected in front of the gate.

The gatehouse is more than 40 meters high, carved patterns, painted in color.

Miraculously, a curtain of mist fell from the top of the gatehouse, enveloping the entire gatehouse.

The passers-by walked through the mist.

Yang Zhaoyangzhao stood next to him, observed carefully for a while, and found that they all entered the city and passed through this gatehouse, but they went out of the city.

It reminded her of disinfectant spray.

was watching, and suddenly found that a few people flew over the top of the gatehouse!

Fly over!

Yang Yun was stunned as the flying men entered the city. I can't calm down for a long time.

No wonder this gatehouse was built so high.

It's one thing to see a big ginkgo tree, it's another thing to see people flying.

She stood there excited for a moment, and then followed the flow of people to the gatehouse.

The mist was light and faint, and there was still a little fragrance when he smelled it, so Yang Zhao picked off the ginkgo biloba leaf on his back and threw it on the side of the road.

There were a few tables by the gates, and there were a few men in uniform standing, which should mean that the city fee should be collected.

"Three copper plates, three copper plates for one person." On the table was a three-finger-sized piece of metal, from which the two words were repeated.

The person sitting behind the table took the money handed by the passer-by, raised his hand and threw it into the large wooden frame behind him.

When Yang Zhao arrived, she could only hand over the blackened piece of silver in her hand, silver is money in this world, right?

"Go over there for the silver," the man gestured to the table to the right.

Silver is money here, too.

Yang Zhaoxin calmed down, walked to the table on the right, and handed over the small piece of silver.

The person here took a large pair of scissors and cut the silver she handed over into two pieces, one large and one small, and the silver was white and unadulterated.

returned the big one to Yang Zhao, threw the small one into a large wooden box, grabbed a handful of copper coins and gave it to her, and didn't count them.

Yang Zhao put a handful of copper coins in his pocket and walked quickly into the city.

Most of the houses in this city are made of wood and stone, and the doors and windows of the shops on both sides are built large, and the top of the houses is pointed, and most of them are built to 2 or 3 floors.

Near the city wall there were stalls selling food, some with tables but no chairs, and some without even tables.

Near noon, there were many people who went to eat, and people bought it and stood there to eat.

Even Yang Zhao saw someone using chopsticks.

She was hungry, so she opened the book in her hand, carefully opened the book and searched for it, and sure enough, she found a staple food called sheep wheat.

Transliteration is generally used when translating nouns, which has been the case since ancient times

It can be used as a substitute for flour, and the locals generally mix it with the leaves of Yang Lu to make steamed cakes.

The food tastes good.

Yang Zhao tied up the book like a sandwich, carried it in his hand, and avoided people from looking for this steamed cake on this street.

All her possessions are in her pockets, and she doesn't dare to approach people at all.

Fortunately, there are a lot of steamed cakes that sell this kind of steamed cake, all of which are three copper plates and five copper plates, each of which is the size of her palm.

She bought two, Bibi asked the boss for a bowl of water and drank it in one gulp, and then found a corner with few people and hugged the cake and ate it.

The texture of this cake is not delicate and tasteless, but the leaves of Yang Lu have a strange fragrance.

Although there is no addition of salt and sugar, it is delicious to eat.

At this moment, a little woman also came over with the child in her arms, glanced at Yang Zhao, who should be disgusted by the dust on her body, walked a few steps to the side, and stood against the wall.

After a while, a tall man came up, holding a bench in one hand and a few steamed cakes on a plate in the other.

When he came to him, he put the bench beside the little woman, sat her down, took the child with one hand, and gave the plate of bread to the little woman.

"Where's the bench?"

"It took three copper plates to rent from the military master at the door, you hurry up and sit for a while"

"What are you doing with that money?" The little lady was disgusted, but she still laughed.

The two of them gathered around and began to eat.