Returning to Wenden Port is a good thing for both men and horses.

After two full sunny days, the snow gradually began to melt, and the white faded from the ground, revealing the dirty patches underneath. The resulting stagnant water can quickly turn the road into a hell of small mire.

If you set off any later, you will be in the desperate mud, and you will be made to doubt your life by the mud splashed by the horses' hooves. You can choose to put a cloak on the outside, but you also have to be prepared to weigh an extra half a pound when you arrive at your destination.

Kraft thanked himself for deciding to leave early two days ago. Now the two of them have been riding horses on the stone pavement of Wendeng Port, and the horses' hooves collide with the stone slabs, making a crisp "da-da" sound.

That's right, Wendeng Port has a stone road, at least on a few main roads. As a port city, although it is not a big port, it also has to consider transportation problems. Horse-drawn carts carrying goods or catches come and go every day, leaving deep ruts in the dirt pavement, and dripping water from the latter leaving the mud mushy all year round.

Therefore, for the most authentic practical considerations, the port of Wenden has a noble stone pavement. Since you are at the beach, you can also find plenty of sand to pave and fill in the gaps, preventing muddy water from accumulating under the floating stone slabs and turning into a "trap" that will spew sewage out of the gaps if you step on it.

Thoughtful designers even designed drainage channels on the side of the road, and appropriately raised the height of the center of the road to make a flattened obtuse triangular cross-section to allow the stagnant water to flow in both directions. It may not be comparable to the road conditions of another world, but it is already one of the best in the world, and Kraft will not hesitate to praise the designer.

But even such a pavement would not solve the problems that Kraft is currently experiencing.

"I mean, is there a possibility that no one is going to come out and set up a stall right now."

The snow in the middle of the road is swept away and waiting to melt at the edge of the gutter. This facilitated the movement of horse-drawn carriages, and apparently also occupied the ecological niche of the original small vendors. The temperature is not low now, and of course it is not high, at least not high enough to be suitable for setting up stalls.

There are no antique shops in Wendeng Port, this kind of high-end market does not exist here, and if you want to buy something strange and old, the priority is the roadside stalls. Many of these stalls were actually a side hustle for sailors, dealing with small and scattered goods from all over the place, exchanging a few copper coins suitable for turning beer into beer in a tavern.

Fortunately, there is no problem of counterfeiting or old-fashioned, because there is no energy and technology to color such operations on the street stalls.

The streets are a bit deserted without stalls. At this time, the street has not yet evolved into the form of upstairs residents and downstairs stores, and the streets are lined with pure houses. The two- and three-storey buildings are semi-exposed, with masonry and adhesive between the supporting timber frames, and the walls are delicately painted in light colors to contrast with the exposed half-frames, like freshly sketched outlines.

Compared to the previous single-storey houses, the houses here are taller and more load-bearing, and it is not easy to hollow out a wall on the first floor to show the interior, only the horizontal signboard shows their function. There are not many such signs, and there are only "taverns", "tailors" and "bread" as far as the eye can see, and there is another "tavern" in the distance.

"It's okay, I'll ask the captains I know, they always have a few things that look mysterious." Ryan said with an unchanged face, "You go around by yourself first, and we'll meet at the entrance of the academy in the evening, and then go find a place to stay together." ”

"Ah, why don't you bring me with you?" Kraft didn't understand at all, but Ryan had already disappeared at the fork in the road on horseback and didn't seem to hear him.

In the midday sun, Kraft, who suddenly had an afternoon of solitary activity, didn't know where to go. He stopped on the street, watching pedestrians, cars and horses shuttling, confused.

There aren't many people on the streets. A few sailors sang the ship's song and walked shoulder-to-shoulder into the building with the tavern sign hanging in front of them; A carriage carrying several buckets of fish passed by the doorway, and a large fish stuck upside down in the barrel was still flapping its tail, and two men in scholar's robes used their sleeves to block the water droplets from the fish's tail.

Kraft observes it all. The boat song was a bit out of tune, the water beads moving along the blue-blue lines on the fish's tail before being thrown off, and two washed ink marks on the cuffs of the brown scholar's robe. He always felt that something was wrong, especially when he was alone, and that was the case from one day on.

He became ...... Be interested and take the initiative to capture more content. When riding a horse, I would pay attention to the gorgeous snow in the treetops, catch up with my cousin and chat, and watch out for water droplets and ink spots in the streets.

It stands to reason that human attention is limited, and when it comes to what we are consciously paying attention to, we are bound to ignore more. However, his storage channels seemed to have suddenly widened, and his abundant attention could be allocated to more things, to gather more information, whether useful or not, and he was very interested in this kind of behavior.

It's like picking up every coin on the ground, like collecting the scattered data in the whole book and gathering it into a book, like cleaning every drop of bone marrow in the barrel bones. He gets a kind of satisfaction, a weird satisfaction from this behavior.

His divergent thinking was spreading. The tone of the boat song should be a little higher, perhaps more natural; The tail of the fish seems to have been seen in the port last time, and this fish has a sharp mouth; The droplets deformed and elongated in the air, flying over the barrier of the sleeve towards its owner's face......

"Hey, damn it!" A shout of rage interrupted Kraft's continued dispersion.

It was two men in scholar's robes who bumped into each other as they dodged the water, and one of them staggered forward, lying on the ground with his palms on the ground.

Kraft shook his head vigorously, shook the jumbled thoughts out of his mind, and rode his horse past the scholar who was arguing with the coachman.

He wondered if he was a little too sensitive. This uncontrolled behavior of paying attention to all kinds of irrelevant things is very similar to obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the half who come from another world have had quite typical obsessive-compulsive disorder, especially when they are stressed. He would count the steps of the staircase, wash his hands until they wrinkled, or blow three times repeatedly.

This half-crossing may have unconsciously made me too nervous. Familiar and unfamiliar bodies, integrated thinking patterns, and unaccustomed environments all have the potential to create too much anxiety for the other half. But he wasn't convinced, after all, the psychiatric score of the passing grade was clearly not the result of his efforts, but more akin to the efforts of his teachers.

Riding down the street, Kraft decided to put that behind for a while and do something else for a change of mind.

For example, he could look for places that sell pen, paper and ink.

Here, under the guidance of Mr. Anderson, and a little bit of his grandfather's supervision, Kraft had no choice but to learn how to write in delicate and complex flower scripts. The otherworldly part is a lover of flowers. Although it is not the same character, the same way of writing makes him want to try the feel.

Rather than just another little object with no character, Kraft felt that Grandfather and Mr. Anderson would have preferred to see something else. The grandchildren/students who went out for a walk practiced a good hand, which was very good and pleasantly surprised. Optimism can be a recognition of their level of education.

With this in mind, and not expecting anything from Cousin Lane's sudden disappearance, Kraft began to look for pen and paper on the street.