Walking out of Mozhu County, there is still snow on the ground.

However, there is no longer the white and thick of the cold winter wax moon, the soil is exposed on the ground, and the weeds of last year are also exposed, and the official road is only backlit and low-lying, and snow is accumulated.

The Taoist walked for half a day and walked dozens of miles.

I found a place to sit down and rest.

The old hen given by the innkeeper had been killed and cleaned up by him, and the hazelnut mushrooms had been soaked and tossed for half an afternoon, when they were all in the pot, turned into a pot of stew, and were bubbling and bubbling.

Sanhua Niangniang turned into a human form, squatted into a lump, held a piece of firewood, carefully controlled the fire, and from time to time probed to stare at the pot, sniffed her nose, and thought about whether this practice could change the main ingredients.

The Taoist sat cross-legged on the side, holding the "Jisheng of the Earth" in his hand, thinking about the next route.

Zhaozhou is very big, and it is very big on the map.

If that's all it takes, it may be that the person who drew the map is a little biased, but the Zhaozhou chapter also makes it clear that although the number of counties in Zhaozhou is about the same as that of other states, due to historical reasons, the territory of a small county in Zhaozhou is also comparable to the large county in the south, which is really big.

These days, I live in the city, go to the teahouse to listen to books, and often hear the story of Zhaozhou. The cultural scenery, the demons in the rivers and lakes, and the abundant obscene shrines and evil cults, the Taoists also listened to a rough idea.

With a good idea, he reached out and folded a small branch from the firewood picked up by Sanhua Niangniang, put it into the fire to burn, and then pulled it out and blew it out, and grinded it on the ground, and then there was a pointed charcoal pen.

Sanhua Niangniang turned her head to stare at him.

The look is almost the same as when he was a cat.

When she saw any unusual movements or unusual behaviors of the people around her, she had to look over and stare at them, either wondering or thinking. Sanhua Niangniang is very smart, sensitive and studious, and if she thinks that other people's behavior is very reasonable and worth learning, she will secretly write it down.

Strive to become as powerful as a Taoist.

"Brush ......"

The Taoist drew a curved line on the diagram.

That's the way it goes.

"Goo-Goo......

The heat wafted from the pot and the soup was thick and even slimy, and the soup was filled with chunks of chicken and hazelnut mushrooms.

"Okay......"

The Taoist threw the book aside in his hand.

Reach for bowls and spoons.

"That's it!"

Sanhua Niangniang also immediately threw aside the traitor stick she had carefully selected, almost exactly the same as the Taoist priest throwing the book, and then went to get her own small bowl.

At the same time, don't forget to look up and say to the swallow on the tree, "Do you eat the swallow?" Leave you a chicken wing! ”

"Plop Plop ......"

The swallow flapped its wings and flew to another tree.

“……”

Sanhua Niangniang's face was puzzled, and she kept throwing her eyes over there, but she didn't care much about Da Rou at the moment, shook her head, held the small bowl in both hands, approached the pot, and stared at the Taoist priest.

A bowl of chicken per person, steaming hot.

The Taoist took a piece, blew on it, and put the hot chicken in his mouth.

A few years of old hens, the umami does not need to be said, the locally produced hazelnut mushrooms are also high-quality delicious, Song You almost followed the local practice, but added a few pieces of bay leaf cinnamon and star anise, boiled the soup into a thick and crystal clear golden yellow, a lump of meat with the soup, the taste is really immortal.

Especially in the wild during this snowy season, both the taste and the temperature are satisfying.

"Hoo ......"

Song You really wanted to have a bowl of rice, or a pot of soup cakes and noodles, even a few steamed buns on the side of the pot, and he could imagine the deliciousness of eating them with meat and mushrooms after being wrapped in the soup and absorbed.

A lump of meat went down his stomach, and he aimed at the little girl:

"What do you think?"

"Sanhua Niangniang thinks it's delicious."

"It's delicious."

"Sanhua Niangniang thinks it's strange."

"What's wrong?"

"Sanhua Niangniang seems to like eating people more and more." The little girl held the bowl in her arms in one hand and chopsticks in the other, stopped eating, but frowned, and said to him with a serious face, "When Sanhua Niangniang ate human food for the first time, she felt that it was almost the same, whether it was fruit or grass, it was not delicious. The meat is delicious, but no matter what vegetables and mushrooms you add to it, it tastes like meat, but now that I eat it, I always feel different. ”

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"That's ......"

"That's ......"

"But Sanhua Niangniang still loves to eat rats as always." Song You said to the little girl.

"Of course!"

The little girl nodded solemnly.

How delicious rats are.

Why don't you like to eat rats?

The cat is iron, the rat is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be itchy and panicked.

Song You turned his head to look at her again: "Sanhua Niangniang, stand up and show me." ”

"Sanhua Niangniang stands up and shows you......"

The little girl turned her head to look at him, and although she was puzzled, she also stood up with the bowl in her arms, and continued to eat meat as she got up, and stared at him suspiciously.

"Sanhua Niangniang seems to have grown a little taller again."

"I've grown a little taller again!"

"I think."

"How much taller?!"

"A little, or a lot, how much is specific, we will only know after returning to Changjing." Song You smiled at her and said, "I hope that wall is still there." ”

"A lot for sure!"

"Maybe ......"

The Taoist smiled again and continued to eat meat.

Although I only walked for half a day today, I couldn't walk anymore. This old hen weighing several pounds can't eat a meal for one person and one cat, and I can't say that I have to add a supper tonight, and I still can't finish it. And this pot full of stewed chicken, even the soup and water, can't be served at all, I'm afraid that I won't finish it until tomorrow morning.

At this time, I missed Wu Nuxia a little.

Or Shu Daxia.

Those who practice martial arts have a big appetite, and if they are there, most of them can be eaten in one meal.

Now it's time to spend the night here.

Just right......

The Taoist looked into the distance.

There is a bamboo forest in the distance, I brought rice, and I will go to cut the bamboo tube later, although the pot is occupied, but wait until tomorrow morning, I can also cook a bamboo tube rice.

Since there is a long road ahead, there is no need to be anxious, just take care of your preferences slowly and slowly.

That's how you can feel comfortable.

"...... Uproar"

The spring breeze flipped the book.

It landed right on the map page.

The map is approximate, and the line is only approximate, and the territory of Zhaoju is circled, almost in an open circle, around Hanju, leading to Gwangju.

……

Spring goes to summer, and Zhaozhou is still cool.

Inside the teahouse in Mozhu County.

Perhaps because of the summer, the business in the teahouse picked up slightly, and the young man was idle, and finally came to the door of the teahouse again, but still did not dare to enter, only stood at the door of the teahouse with a few other people who either looked down-and-out or stingy by nature, looked inside, and pricked up his ears.

Teenagers have always been measured.

The teahouse shopkeepers also knew him about the same.

knows that this young man's life is hard, he has no father and no mother, and although he listens outside the door, he never stands in the way, although his clothes are shabby, they are not dirty or smelly, and they have little impact. On the contrary, sometimes the store needs to move something, but whenever the teahouse shop comes to ask or cast a look, this young man is willing to work hard, and the store does not often drive him.

The inn next door is a different story.

Although the innkeeper is stingy and reluctant to pay, he is a neighbor of the teahouse, and the two sides have a friendship. When there are few guests in the teahouse, you can go into the house to sit, and when there are many guests, you can also move a bench and sit at the door without hurrying, which is completely different from these down-and-out people.

"Blue Blade Sword......

"The green cow under the seat......

“……”

Mr. Storyteller didn't have much in his stomach, he turned it over and over, and he told those stories, going around and around, and talking back to the gods and masters in the northern army last year to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

Fortunately, this storyteller has good skills, and he speaks in a low tone, even if you have heard it, and if you listen to it again, you will still feel wonderful.

Especially in these years when entertainment is scarce.

The boy still listened with relish.

The innkeeper is all about passing the time.

Just listening and listening, a man from the rivers and lakes who was also standing outside the door next to the young man couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth, as if he was a little disdainful:

"What are you making up......

It's not loud, but it's not small.

Many of the listeners in the teahouse heard it.

The storyteller cast his eyes at him, and he knew how true or false his story was, and a storyteller had no reason to contradict the listener, so he just didn't hear it.

The teahouse shopkeeper also cast his eyes, but when he saw that the man was majestic and had an iron rod on his belt, he didn't dare to speak.

However, he is not the only one outside the door.

When the other person heard this, he was curious, so he asked in a low voice, "Brother Tai, do you have any other words?" ”

The boy looked at them, pricking up his ears as well.

"I can't talk about anything else, it's just that the Sprinkle family just came from Hezhou, and the news from Yanzhou that I heard from there is not what this old man said."

"How?"

"Then what kind of old fairy with white hair and beard? Where did the green cow cub come from? Where did the Blue Edge Sword come from? Haven't heard of it! I've never heard of it! This old man either made it up himself, or he just heard something untrue from some source! Isn't that? The man's saliva flew, "But all the Hezhou Gwangju, which is closer to Yanzhou, knows that the immortal master who helped General Chen eliminate the demon is not what this old man said at all!" ”

"Brother, talk about it!"

"I heard that the immortal manifested the appearance of a young Taoist, who looked like he was in his twenties, and there was no green ox, he was a thin jujube red horse, and he was not a young tiger, but a beautiful three-flowered cat, I heard that it was made by a star in the sky. There is no Qingfeng sword, but I heard that the man is on a bamboo cane. The Jianghu man grinned, "Basically, these stories have been spread more and more false after Gwangju, but the Sprinkle family has heard it all the way, like you fakes, and it is the first time I have encountered them." ”

As the charlatan spoke, he paid attention to everyone's reactions.

Especially the storyteller, and the two people who looked like shopkeepers sitting in the hall, as well as a few old customers - although they didn't pay, they were shameless, and if others scolded them, they couldn't get used to it.

However, I saw the storyteller stunned on the spot.

The two suspected shopkeepers also froze in place, maintaining the posture of looking at him, but their expressions gradually became dull.

As for the people who sat closest to the storyteller and looked like old customers, they were already puzzled and thoughtful, and then couldn't help but lower their heads and whispered to the people next to them.

The half-sized boy next to him was also stunned.

"That sir...... Can you have a name? ”

"Name? When I was in Hezhou, I seemed to have heard that Mr. surnamed Song or something, out of Hezhou, I said everything, there are people with the surname Liu, there are people with the surname Zhang, and there is a surname with the emperor Lao'er, I can't tell which is true and which is false, most of them, all fake. ”

As soon as these words came out, the two people who seemed to be shopkeepers, as well as the half-sized boy next to them, suddenly became even more sluggish.

……

The last day of the expiration of the commuter pass~

Bow and bare-breasted!!

(End of chapter)