When Meng Ran's hair was almost dry, he pulled it up indiscriminately, and casually found a strip of cloth and tied it at the back of his head, without any order. But even so, his green side face still has an indescribable charm.

Then, he went out with Geng Huyuan, who had been waiting for a long time.

Meng Ran walked out of the inn and strolled leisurely on the street, looking leisurely, he had long forgotten the embarrassed appearance of the previous two days, Geng Huyuan didn't say much, just followed him.

The rows of eaves on both sides of the street, the colorful signboards and the endless stream of people are truly a scene of prosperity and unforgettable. Compared with the quiet and refreshing atmosphere between the mountains and forests, this fireworks breath can really be described as two worlds, who would have thought that the two places are only separated by dozens of miles.

Meng Ran was very excited, look at this, look at that, he looked like a country boy entering the city for the first time, if it weren't for the fact that the clothes on his body were quite expensive, he was afraid that many vendors would roll their eyes at him.

"Rock sugar gourd... Rock sugar gourd..."

Just when Meng Ran was immersed in new things, there was a hawker's shout in front of him, he jumped for joy, and hurriedly ran over, bought three strings of sugar gourds, and Geng Huyuan followed behind him to pay for the copper plate.

He handed Geng Huyuan a string, Geng Huyuan smiled and shook his head, he stopped pushing and gnawed on the bamboo stick.

While eating, he said vaguely: "Uncle Geng, the sugar gourd in Deqing City is much more delicious than Lin'an. ”

Geng Huyuan grinned, "Really? I'm afraid you haven't eaten for too long." ”

"Hmm...," Meng Ran looked up and recalled, "It seems to be, it's delicious anyway, don't you want a bunch?"

Geng Huyuan shook his head.

"Alright then, I'll eat it all myself. ”

As he spoke, a string of rock sugar gourds had all entered Meng Ran's stomach.

On the smooth bluestone slab, Meng Ran took Geng Huyuan to wander all the way, stopping and stopping, shuttling through the shouting and shouting, and rubbing shoulders with the bustling crowd in the city.

After shopping for a while, Meng Ran looked back at Geng Huyuan and asked softly, "Uncle Geng, are we going to buy something?"

Geng Huyuan thought about it and said casually: "Well, there is only one long knife, and you need to find a shop to buy one." As for the rest, it is some dry food and water, let the inn prepare it. ”

"Okay, then let's go buy it. ”

After asking for directions, the two walked straight to the blacksmith's shop.

It is said that the Great Liang Dynasty, although it won the world by force, did not prohibit the use of weapons by the people, and the swords were naturally not restricted, so the people who walked the rivers and lakes were naturally equipped with long swords and iron swords.

The two walked along a long street and came across a large elm tree where they saw the blacksmith's shop, which was said to be the best craftsman in the city.

As soon as he entered the door, he felt a wave of heat coming from inside, mixed with the smell of wrought iron.

I saw that the shop was a little dim, with farm tools and some parts hanging on a dark wall, and a few swords hanging in the middle of it. Beneath the wall was a narrow passageway, and in the open space opposite was an iron felt, one long and one young, beating. The older one picks a sledgehammer, knocks it on the spot, and the younger one holds a small hammer, lightly clicking, one big and one small, one knocking a little, one turbidity and one clear, very rhythmic, very good.

The bellows behind the stove were whirring and whirring, burning the fire very strongly. The red-hot charcoal shimmered in the wind, as if it was about to turn into a red liquid.

Next to the felt was a large wooden barrel with cold water. Every few times the iron was struck, the elder used pliers to cool the iron in water, which is called quenching in the jargon. Quenching increases the strength of ironware and also increases durability. After quenching, it is necessary to temper, that is, continue to burn in the furnace, and continue to beat it on the iron felt after it is red.

After looking at it for a while, Geng Huyuan coughed lightly, "Boss, buy a long knife." ”

Behind the bellows stood a person, a girl with a little dark skin, her clothes were a little thin, the moon-white shirt was tightly attached to her body, revealing a youthful and energetic atmosphere, the hair on her forehead was wet, stained on the corners of her eyebrows, and there was a flattery for no reason.

She brushed her hair and smiled at Geng Huyuan and Meng Ran, "Guest officer, do you want it to be ready-made or custom-made?"

"It's good to have it ready-made. Geng Huyuan replied.

"The guest officer just look at the knives hanging on the wall, all the shops have them, if there are none, you need to provide drawings objectively. ”

"Good. ”

Geng Huyuan looked at the knives on the wall carefully, Meng Ran stared at the three people in the blacksmith shop, the girl was not shy at all, and when she saw Meng Ran staring at herself, she looked back at Meng Ran.

After staring at each other for a few breaths, Meng Ran was defeated, her cheeks were a little flushed, and the girl covered her mouth and snickered.

Meng Ran fled out of the blacksmith shop and walked out into the street, only then did he notice that next door to the blacksmith shop was actually a braised meat shop.

He adjusted his mood, walked into the braised meat shop when his heartbeat returned to normal, and shouted to the boss, "Boss, come with two catties of beef." Half a catty is eaten freshly, and the other is packed. ”

"Okay. ”

The shopkeeper agreed very happily, cutting the cooked meat very neatly in his hands, 'Dangdangdang' a few times, a plate of beef was served on the table, Meng Ran twisted a slice and put it in his mouth, squinting his eyes to enjoy the smell of braised pork.

When Meng Ran finished chewing a plate of beef, Geng Huyuan also walked out of the blacksmith shop, carrying a brand-new long knife in his hand. The owner of the braised meat shop handed the packaged beef to Meng Ran, Meng Ran smiled and nodded, and then motioned to Geng Huyuan to pay the bill.

At this moment, the girl in the blacksmith shop walked to the street, looked at Meng Ran with greasy corners of her mouth and smiled, stepped forward lightly and took a few steps, and asked softly, "Are you passing by?"

Meng Ran was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Well, I'll leave tomorrow morning." ”

"Oh—" The girl paused for a moment, and then said with a shy face, "You are so good-looking." ”

Meng Ran's cheeks flushed instantly, and he replied with a mosquito-like cry: "You... You're also good-looking. ”

The girl's eyes lit up, and she raised her voice slightly: "Really? They all say I'm dark." ”

"It's a little darker, but it's still pretty good. Meng Ran thought about it and said seriously.

The girl laughed out loud and said angrily: "You really don't know how to praise people." ”

Meng Ran touched his nose, and then laughed as well.

"Silly," the girl wrinkled, "will you come back later?"

"Naturally, it's back. ”

"Then come and see me if you have the chance. ”

"Good. ”

After the girl put her hands on her back, she jumped into the house, leaving Meng Ran alone in a daze.

"Young Master, let's go!" Geng Huyuan pushed Meng Ran's shoulder.

"Oh. Let's go. ”

Meng Ran followed behind Geng Huyuan and walked back in three steps. When the two of them turned the corner, the girl in the blacksmith leaned out of the door, looked at the figure that had long disappeared, and did not reluctantly walk in until someone shouted loudly inside.

Geng Huyuan took Meng Ran to another street, and said with a smile: "Young master, I'm afraid that little girl just now took a fancy to you." ”

Meng Ran was a little embarrassed, and retorted in a low voice: "How can there be..."

"Hahaha, my intuition won't be wrong, how can an ordinary woman chase someone to talk, it must be the young master's appearance that attracts her. ”

“......”

Geng Huyuan laughed a few words, then stopped talking, and just took Meng Ran around the street.

After a while, on a street corner, the two of them saw a simple divination stall, the diviner was wearing a crumpled Taoist robe with a few patches on it, but it was cleanly washed, and the man with a long white beard sat behind the stall, staring at a book with a dull yellow cover, licking his fingers and turning the pages from time to time.

Meng Ran hesitated for a moment, and gently called Geng Huyuan, "Uncle Geng, I'll go to divinate a hexagram, you wait for me here." ”

Geng Huyuan nodded, found a corner where no one was around, and quietly looked at the hexagram stall.

Meng Ran walked over slowly, first looked at the cloth flag, and saw that the words 'fortune teller' were written on it, extremely simple words, which are rare among ordinary fortune tellers, and other ministers were eager to write words such as counting all the things in the world, knowing five hundred years before and three hundred years after knowing, after all, fortune tellers are afraid that their bulls will be small, and there will be no business to come to the door.

After reading it, he sat on a stool in front of the stall, and the priest was still reading a book, looking attentive.

Meng Ran smiled dumbly, coughed lightly, and then Nabu Shi came back to his senses, hurriedly put away the book, smiled at Meng Ran, and then asked, "May I ask what the distinguished guest is?"

Meng Ran smiled slightly, "Sir, you might as well calculate what I want to count." ”

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly, looked Meng Ran up and down, and was silent.

Meng Ran didn't urge, just looked at Bu Shi with a smile.

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard with his left hand and said slowly, "Childe is going to travel far away?"

Meng Ran raised his eyebrows, "How did Mr. know?"

Childe was a little tired between his eyebrows, thinking that he was away from home and couldn't return home for a short time. ”

Meng Ran nodded, smiled and asked, "Then sir, can my trip go well?"

The old Taoist priest smiled and didn't say anything, just stared at the clothes on Meng Ran's chest.

Meng Ran knew it from the bottom of his heart, so he took out his purse from his arms, took out a broken silver, and put it on the stall. The old Taoist's eyes suddenly lit up, and he was about to reach out to take it, but was stopped by Meng Ran, "If the old gentleman is accurate, this bit of silver will naturally be yours, if it is not accurate, I will have to take it back." ”

The old Taoist priest was a little helpless, but he just sat down again, and said with a smile: "Tell me about the birth time of the son, and I'll calculate it." ”

Meng Ran said softly: "Not yet." ”

After hearing this, the old Taoist priest stretched out his right hand, only to see his thumb on the other four fingers a few times, and then said softly: "Son's trip is not very smooth, I am afraid that as soon as I go out, there will be a bloody disaster, although it has been resolved, but there are casualties." If you continue to travel, I am afraid that there will be a catastrophe, and although you will be damaged, you will not be harmed. ”

The old Taoist priest saw Meng Ran sitting there with a sluggish expression, thinking that he had said something wrong, and when he wanted to make amends, Meng Ran continued to ask, "Will the trip after that affect others?"

The old Taoist priest nodded, but he didn't say much, after all, those who are physiognomy practitioners all pursue the practice of talking less and asking more, and observing words and feelings. He cautiously looked at the young man in front of him, only to see Meng Ran frowning slightly, with a little worry in his eyes. The old Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief and sat there calmly, thinking that this ingot of silver had arrived.

Meng Ran took out another ingot of broken silver from his purse, gently placed it on the stall, and then got up to leave.