The fly hall outside Tai'an Temple.

It may be that the weather has been too hot recently, it may be that there are not many people who come to incense in the afternoon, or it may be that the people's livelihood and economy in Yidu are obviously withering, and the fly restaurants on this street are a little deserted. I don't see a few people eating in the store, but the street is full of flies, some of them will use fans to drive them away, and some of them simply ignore them and don't bother to look at them.

Song You picked a restaurant that would catch flies and sat down, wanting to eat meat but not daring to order fresh meat, for fear that the food would not be fresh, so he ordered a plate of cold bracken, and asked the store to cook a piece of bacon to cut.

Naturally, there is also a bowl of hats.

"Okay!"

The store is also smiling.

The service objects of this street on weekdays are mainly pilgrims, small traders who do pilgrim business, and ordinary people who are attracted by the vendors. Hats are the most commonly sold, some people are tired to come to do business, or take their children to the city to catch the market, a little spare money, will order a bowl, can add a plate of vegetarian dishes is much less, can also order a plate of meat is even less.

The shop doesn't look very old, and he moves quickly.

The hat head has been steamed a long time ago, but he is not in a hurry to serve it, and the bracken is also mixed in two or three times, and he is not in a hurry to serve it, but first takes the bacon from the beam of the house, scrapes and washes and cooks it, and then the cold bracken and the hat head are served to him, and then he goes to cut the bacon, which is cut quickly and thinly, so that there are no two or three times, and the dishes are all on the table, not to wait more.

"Slow use by the guest officer."

After saying a word, the shopkeeper picked up the fan again and continued to catch the flies.

Song You paused the chopsticks in the palm of his hand to make it flat, and picked up the bowl of hats, adding a little finely chopped swallow rice to the white rice and some mung beans that were also crushed, the golden swallow rice and the turquoise mung beans made it look a lot more colorful and appetizing, and they were still raised high in the bowl, which was more varied than the hat that Wu Nuxia invited herself to eat in other places.

Song You asked for a small bowl and gave some rice to the little girl opposite.

The hat is not visible at once.

"Eat."

The Taoist lowered his head and shaved rice.

The girl also lowered her head to shave.

The Taoist picks up the vegetables, and she also picks the vegetables.

The leaves of the bracken are green and red, with soy sauce and vinegar, a few drops of sesame oil, and a little other I don't know what sauce is added, it is okay to eat, slightly salty, but it is still quite good to eat on this hot day.

The so-called bracken is Houttuynia cordata.

It is also called the root of the folded ear.

Yizhou people want to eat the root of the ear, and the cat of Yizhou naturally wants to eat the root of the ear.

This plate is a leaf, not a root.

Song You chewed out a crisp sound.

The girl on the opposite side also bit one by one, biting and clicking, seeing her calm demeanor, she didn't feel resistant to it at all, only observing the Taoist's expression and movements, and when the Taoist lowered her head again, she immediately lowered her head to plank rice, and the Taoist stretched out her chopsticks to pick up vegetables, and she couldn't lag behind at all.

Only occasionally a fly flew in front of her, and her smart and bright eyes would involuntarily turn, turning her gaze from a Taoist to a following fly.

Until lightning stretched out his hand -

"Brush!"

A fly was caught in her hand.

A slight pinch, just pinched to death, but not to be broken, and then placed in the corner of the table.

"Brush!"

Reach out and catch it, and never miss it.

It's okay once or twice, but a few more times, the store next to the fly, can't help but be a little sluggish, and stretch out his hand to scratch his head.

I don't know how many times.

By the time the meal was almost finished, the flies in the corner of the table had already been piled up in a small pile, and it was a small pointed pile that was close to perfect in shape.

The girl never missed.

The store was stunned.

Until the Taoist stretched out his chopsticks for the last time, picked up the last piece of bacon on the plate, the fat golden yellow and semi-transparent, thin bright red and attractive, trembling on the chopsticks, dripping oil and water, the girl on the opposite side also stood up almost at the same time, with a serious face, brushed and waved, and caught a fly above her head.

The Taoist put the bacon into his mouth.

The girl also pinched the flies, held her breath, and approached the top of the pile of flies, which was carefully placed on top, and a small pointed pile that approached perfection was perfect at once.

"Shopkeeper, collect money."

"Guest officer, I will accept forty-two wen from you."

"Thank you."

"Guest officer, this boy ......"

"Oh, my child is naughty by nature, and his thinking is different from ordinary people, I have long been used to it, and the store is not weird."

The Taoist counted the money on the table, and then cut it down and handed it to the shopkeeper.

"Don't dare, don't dare ......"

The shopkeeper took the money with both hands and replied in a loud voice.

With a casual glance, he saw that the girl had also scooped the pile of flies off the table and held them in her hands, and the action was almost the same as that of the person who was digging and holding the money, which made him really worry for a while that the little girl would hand the handful of flies to herself.

But I saw her put it in the bag she was carrying.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but be stunned again.

"Guest officer, this boy ......"

"Don't be weird, don't be weird."

The shopkeeper glanced again, and saw that the girl was raising her head, with no expression on her white and pure face, staring at herself suspiciously, as if she would ask a question.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The shopkeeper hurriedly bowed down and retreated into the store.

I only said in my heart, weirdos and weirdos.

It was getting dark.

One after another, the people of Yidu began to work and go home, or come out of the house, and when the dinner was cooked, they all ate at the door with a bowl, or walked around, chatting in the shade of a crowded place, and for a while the city seemed to return to the memory of Song You.

Sanhua Niangniang walked and watched, looking at those goblins and ghosts who were greedy for the prosperity of the world or had ulterior motives and hid in the city.

The Taoist smashed his mouth and tasted the taste of bacon.

After two quarters of an hour, return to the inn.

The little girl sat by the window with her coat on her shoulder, holding a handful of flies in one hand and twisting one in the other hand and handing it to the front.

There was a swallow standing on the windowsill.

Cautiously, the swallow took the fly from her hand, and as soon as she raised her head and opened her mouth, the fly fell into her stomach.

Then he continued to stare at the girl.

In fact, this weather is the time when there are the most mosquitoes, he doesn't need to be fed by Sanhua Niangniang at all, he just needs to go out to fly and play for a while, and he can naturally eat enough, and he doesn't like to eat flies very much, but Sanhua Niangniang's feeding is something that Mr. can hardly refuse all, and he has to be forced to accept it.

As soon as she had finished eating the flies, the girl took out a string of rock sugar gourds from her blanket and handed it to him.

The swallow is really helpless.

Slowly into the night.

The little girl was still sitting by the window, lying on the wooden coffee table, looking at the alley below, especially diagonally opposite, in a daze, until she heard the sound of people walking and washing behind her, she asked without looking back:

"How long are we going to stay here?"

"It won't be long."

"How long are you going to stay here?"

"Let's rest for a few days, rest and rest, go back to the Taoist temple, I'll go back to see my master, and I'm going to Yunzhou."

"A few days ......"

The girl muttered quietly.

With a bang, he turned back into a cat, and then jumped on the coffee table by the window again, lay down and continued to look down, and his eyelids began to fight.

Maybe I was tired all day, watching and watching, blowing the night breeze, and I fell asleep unconsciously.

Memories in dreams are flooding and digging out the past.

Sanhua Niangniang seems to have seen the Sanhua cat when she first came to Yidu.

That three-flowered cat is really weak, it can't even become a human, it's timid, and it's pretending to be bold. When I arrived in a strange place, I was really uneasy, for fear of breaking into someone else's territory.

When I walked into Tai'an Temple and saw such a big temple, such a big Buddha statue, and I was so scared that I didn't even dare to enter the door, and I forcibly mustered up the courage to enter the door, and I didn't dare to speak easily, and I only tried to pretend that I was just an ordinary cat, so as not to be recognized.

The three-flowered cat was so stupid that it didn't understand anything.

Naturally, now it's smart.

The cat curled up in a ball and slept deeply.

The Taoist sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and practiced, but he didn't think of the past.

For the next few days, both men wandered around the city.

He even went to the temple of King Yue Shenjun, and put three incense sticks on King Yue Shenjun, and that night the Lord Shenjun came in a dream, complaining to him about the cumbersome things in the ghost city, the pressure from the Heavenly Palace, and the penetration of the Western Heavens, although he was not so tired here, but it was not as easy as Song You'd before.

By the way, he also informed him about the progress of the construction of the ghost town and the city god system.

The high butcher who bought the yard where they had lived was indeed a hospitable person, every night, as long as there was meat cooked in his own home, he would come to the inn to invite him to eat, if he did not go, whether it was because he was embarrassed or did not return, he had to serve him a bowl, and there were often friends from the rivers and lakes who came to look for him, and he was warmly entertained, no wonder the slaughtering business could get bigger and bigger.

Song You also asked him about Wu Nuxia.

It's just that in the rivers and lakes of Yidu today, there doesn't seem to be such a person as Wu Suowei, at least Gao Tuhu and his friends have not heard of it. When asked about the Xishan faction, this kind of top famous faction on the rivers and lakes seems to be a little too high-end for Gao Tu and his friends, I have only heard that there are many rumors in the rivers and lakes of the Xishan faction, which disciple has shown his might where, which disciple was actually defeated by whom, and I have never heard of any masters or elders surnamed Wu in the Xishan faction.

Song You didn't explore too much.

Thirteen years have passed, and some parts of Yidu have not changed, and some places have long been different from those years.

Walking in Yidu City several times, I feel that the people passing by are a little familiar, some seem to be neighbors in the past, some seem to come to him to ask for talismans, get rid of demons, and a few times seem to meet one of the group of merchants on Jinyang Road back then, or maybe two, but both sides only wipe each other, feel like but not like, look at each other, and then walk by.

One has become too many, and the other has not changed.

It is suspected that the deceased has been, and he is full of white heads.

How dare you recognize each other?

……

Ask for a commuter pass!

(End of chapter)