Peaceful village at sunset.

Curling smoke billowed from the chimney.

Walking into the village, looking at the vegetable gardens, stone mills, houses, cats, dogs, chickens and ducks, and old cattle, they were full of laughter.

This is the life of a person, tired of fighting and killing all day long, tired.

"Little brother, where is the person?"

"Ranger~~"

The people in the village are still a little wary of strangers. Only an enthusiastic middle-aged man invited him home for a hot soup.

"The house is simple, and there is no haode to eat, so the little brother will be on it......"

The man was very cheerful, daxiao patted him on the shoulder, and pulled him into the house.

The horses were rejoicing in the yard, because the farmer still had an old horse tethered to his yard. It is happy only when it meets its companions.

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Sitting on the kang with a table in the middle, I drank some boiled water to moisten my throat.

It's a wonderful feeling to be mortal, at least, this boiling water of less than 100 degrees Celsius can no longer be drunk in one gulp like before, and it will burn the stomach.

"Cui Niang, hurry up and bring something to eat. I've been out for a run all day, and I haven't even eaten a hot ......."

A woman nagged and brought out a hot water basin from the inner room, asked her man to wash his face, wipe it clean, and refresh it, and soaked his feet in the remaining warm water, and there were several blisters on his feet.

As for Zhou Sheng, he has been purely ignored by her.

Zhou Sheng is also dusty now, the green cloth jacket is full of dust, and only the book in his hand is still clean.

The woman knows the nature of her man, and has a good heart. Anyone they meet, they bring it home. So it's not surprising. As for the good voice, there is no good air at all. Most people are well fed and well-fed. patted his ass and left, without even saying a word of thanks.

When I went to the stove to prepare dinner, I first brought a pot of wine, a plate of peanuts, and a plate of soybeans, and ate it with wine.

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Hold a peanut with chopsticks, put it in your mouth and chew it carefully, tasting the aroma of peanut paste between your teeth. Only then did he swallow a mouthful of the farmer's turbid wine.

"Big brother's surname?"

"The surname is Shi, just call me Third Brother Shi......"

By inquiring, Zhou Sheng also knew what shijie he had reached.

This shijie has no name, and the largest country is called Tang! Now it is the fourth year of the Great Tang Zhenguan.

This is a shijie that is completely independent from the outside world, and it is also a peaceful shijie. Look up at the sky, there are no stars, no moon. In the daytime, the sun is there.

The sun is also a collection of rules that were born naturally from this shijie. It's providence. As long as there are sentient beings, there is providence. Some providence is grasped by the will of living beings. And this natural providence is a kind of rule, absolute justice.

Shi San was a soldier in his early years, and he planted an arrow from the grassland barbarians on his left shoulder, so he retired from the army and returned to his hometown, and now he makes a living by doing some work in the workshop.

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The night soon darkened, and only the light in the house warmed people's hearts.

A small moth pounces on the candle flame and burns to death. The light was a little dim, and Shi Sange picked the wick with chopsticks.

There is a small river in the village and there is a stone mill next to the river.

The grain was turned into flour from this stone mill. However, the flour is not fine, and it needs to be ground two or three times before it can be used to make noodles or make meatloaf.

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I first ate a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup, and generally pad my belly, and there is food in my stomach, so that I can chat.

This hot and sour soup is full of flavor and the soup is also very beautiful.

Cut a few catties of fine meat, cut it into diced meat, put it in oil and stir-fry it a few times. Then go to the paddy field to pick a few handfuls of wild celery, also diced,

The gluten noodles are poured with this soup, which is particularly delicious.

With chicken soup, I ate two meat pancakes, and I was full.

The meat inside the meat cake is very full, fat and thin, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, very fragrant.

The turbid wine is for the laity, and this wine is just right.

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Tang Min has a blind worship of the Li family's son of heaven, perhaps, this is the inevitable result of the feudal dynasty.

People always have to choose a leader so that they feel safe.

The Tang Dynasty is now at war, bordering the Golden Horde in the west of the grassland, and the war is endless, and how many children and grandchildren are buried in other places.

The eastern part is also in the midst of a three-part war with North Korea.

Third Brother Shi's son is on the battlefield in the east and has not returned to his hometown for three years.

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Tomorrow, Zhou Sheng will leave for Chang'an to see the prosperous scene of the Tang Dynasty.

Now he is just an ordinary person, and he also has to sleep, so after eating a full meal, he falls asleep with the sound of crickets.

Early the next morning, bidding farewell to this enthusiastic man, Zhou Sheng set off.

Cross Weicheng, enter Yanshan, and go straight to Chang'an.

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When standing under that magnificent city, Zhou Sheng even had a feeling of returning to Bianliang at that moment.

However, this city is older, more conservative, and grander than Bianliang.

As the economic and cultural center of the Tang Dynasty, prosperity was inevitable. The floating population exceeds one million every year, and the Hu merchants of the Western Regions also sell those high-value porcelain back here to earn a high price difference.

When you enter the city gate, you will merge into the world.

The trace of freshness carried by Zuihou on his body was wiped out.

The horse behind him can't ride yet, it's just a small black horse, and it can't carry much weight.

When I came to Chang'an, I looked at the crowded streets, and the most central Suzaku Street could accommodate thirty horses in parallel.

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Obviously where to go was an issue, he couldn't sleep on the street.

Fortunately, there is another craft, that is, the business that I did back then, selling calligraphy and paintings. He can copy some pirated calligraphy and paintings, the style of this thing, anyway, there are not many people who really understand it, most of them are vassal and elegant.

If you sell it cheaper, you will always earn something to eat.

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There is also a Ewha Street here, and a small bookstore has also opened.

When Zhou Sheng embarked on the path of cultivation, he couldn't live this ordinary life. Now that everything is back to square one, it's really fateful.

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The initial business was as bad as expected.

Time passes like sand.

Ask the ages of the past and the present, who are the heroes.

After three years, the little black horse has grown into a big black horse and can be ridden.

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A child with a probe reaching into the door frame, holding a sugar gourd in his hand and a literati in Tsing Yi in the other.

This child's name is Tiedan, and he is the child from the opposite house. This kid has a good heart, and it is really miserable to see the business of this shop, and when he meets a literati, he drags it here.

This place is remote, better than the scene, and there are not many pedestrian customers.

The literati in Tsing Yi who was dragged looked at the calligraphy and painting, shook his head, no matter how good the imitation is, it is not genuine.

He's gone, there's no need to spend money on these questionable and worthless pieces of paper.

For these, Zhou Sheng just smiled and shook his head, he came here just to really enter the WTO and condense Bingxin.

Ice Heart, condensed Ice Heart, can take the first step and become the real master.

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The child ate the sugar gourd and sighed: "I said, you also go and shout, if you continue like this, how can any guests come to the door, you can only drink the northwest wind......"

Zhou Sheng patted him on the head and said, "Little hairy boy, where did you come from with such a tone that you dare to teach me a lesson......

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Although Zhou Sheng has never learned calligraphy, he has experience there, and he writes a few words casually, and he doesn't need to imitate others at all, which is naturally a master's work.

However, this thing sells a reputation. If you don't have fame, you don't want to give it away for nothing.

Time is a pig-killing knife, and in the same way, it can wait for someone to recognize the goods. A true literary master walked into the bookstore, looked at those calligraphy and paintings, and immediately his old eyes lit up.

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This person is Yan Zhitui, a true master.

Zhou Sheng was feeding the horses in the backyard, and when he heard a customer coming to the door in the front yard, he hurriedly washed his hands and came out.

"Later life, this calligraphy and painting are all from everyone's hands, look at this name, called Huangyan Sanren, but I don't know who it is, why it is not famous......"

"It's all me writing and playing, you want, three pennies a piece~~"

When the old man heard this, his beard immediately trembled, his fingers trembled and pointed at his nose, and he scolded: "It's really insulting~~" (to be continued......)