The crowd of onlookers gathered at the door of Le's house had long since dispersed, and Xifang was now the most hurried time for people to come and go every day.

In these days of chaos, even the current chaotic streets can be regarded as rare quiet. Changning emptied his head and simply didn't think about anything, just like when he was a child, he was taken by his father to the market, mixing with the crowd on the street.

The sound of selling and bargaining is absolutely mainstream in any market, mixed with all kinds of non-nutritious chatter. Wheels running full or empty run over the bluestone pavement, and the continuous sound and warm daylight make people drowsy.

A roadside vendor suddenly tore open his throat and shouted, his voice was clear and pleasant, and it sounded like a melodious mountain tune. Then not to be outdone, the shouts came and went for a while, like the calm water surface being wrinkled by a sudden gust of wind, and then the aftermath slowly calmed down.

Changning smelled a familiar fragrance, and followed the smell to see that a pancake stall was busy. The stall owner skillfully rolled the noodles into a slightly thicker four sides, a thin almost transparent oblong in the middle, and the top of the dough was thickly smeared with a layer of fat and lean meat sauce mixed evenly, and then picked up the dough and threw it on the inner wall of the hot yellow mud in the stove to stain it.

Changning often ate this kind of cooking cake when he was a child, and whenever he rushed to the market, he would definitely hold such a large sheet in his hand, and while clicking and chewing, he would follow his father step by step. Now that I have stepped into the cultivation and gradually opened up the valley, I can slowly save even food, not to mention this kind of cooking cake full of fireworks.

But at this moment, under the traction of this aroma, Changning didn't even react himself, and found that he was already standing in front of the cake stall.

"Yo, little brother, come to a cake? three pennies a piece, add another penny to the meat, will you come?"

You see that the little brother is a foreigner, and he is a cheating person. Without waiting for Changning to answer, a person on the bench next to him was babbling.

"It's always been three words, and two pieces of white cakes! No matter how blind you are, don't think about giving credit next time!" The stall owner threw out another piece of bread with great momentum, his mouth was unforgiving, and his face was red with a smile.

In a burst of laughter, Changning was also in a good mood, he took out six coppers and said, "Two sheets, clamp each other." ”

"Wow, insider. It's a good thing that the young man can eat, wait a minute, it'll be fine soon!"

The cake wrapped in the coarse paper package was very expressly delivered to Changning, and the stall owner did not forget to add a sentence "Slow down, beware of the hot." ”

The texture is still crispy everywhere, and the meat filling has its own recipe, with a different aftertaste. Changning ate very slowly, chewing each bite carefully for a long time before swallowing. The cake was not very big, and Changning walked while eating, but he forced himself to walk out half the street.

The last bite of bread was eaten, and half of the long street came to an end. Food gives strength and confidence to people in the trough, which is an unbreakable truth since ancient times. Changning's fingertips still had the feeling of warmth of the cooking cake, which was warmer than the sunlight evenly sprinkled on his body.

Looking up, several children were running out of a copying office, with decent strokes in their hands that should have been martial arts tricks from Zhiwei picture books.

Stepping over the low wooden threshold, a smell of paper and ink mixed with some dust came to my face. Almost all the classics in the Sword Pavilion are recorded in the jade plates, and the rare bamboo slips on paper are also spotless because of the prohibition, not to mention the aura that exudes them.

There was only one old scholar writing something in the copying office, and Changning didn't notice it at all when he came in. The bookshelves from the ground to the beams are neatly stacked with books, could it be that this old scholar copied them word by word?

With a strange feeling, Changning took out a thin booklet from his hand and opened it for a rough browsing. There are aspirants, poems, sages, and the words of those who seem to have no aspirations.

Changning flipped through them one by one, but he didn't want the old scholar's voice to come slowly at this time: "Every time that group of little boys come, they only flip through the villain books, and the villain books are all paintings, and they turn quickly." You young man also looks like you've read books, why can't you sink your mind when you turn over them? I have copied the books you have been copying for more than half a year, and you have not flipped them for half a moment?

In fact, with Changning's brain power at this time, as long as he wants to write down these books, he can really write them down word for word. It's just that this old scholar copied so many books, and his perseverance and patience are really admirable. Changning just smiled and didn't argue, but asked, "There are so many books here, could it be that the old gentleman remembers them all?"

As if Changning's sentence "old gentleman" was extremely useful, the old scholar raised his head and replied with a little pride: "That's nature." The book of Northern Desert Chronicles that you first turned over is 3,763 words. The collection of the western suburbs, 47 pictures, note 1,903 words. Guangcheng talks about 8,600 words, and he chatters about one, which is all nonsense, but some people love to watch it. The easy-to-learn miscellaneous lectures in your hand, although they are only 2,000 and 48 words, and it is difficult to talk about connotation, can be regarded as the best in this room. ”

Changning thought about it for a while, and found that it was exactly the same, and his face naturally showed a look of surprise. Seeing him like this, the old scholar was in a good mood, "hahaha" laughed three times in a row, and said: "Young man, do everything slowly, don't be anxious." This is easy to learn and miscellaneous, you have to read it slowly, it can't be done in such a rough translation, the old man copied this book, and it took three months. ”

With that, he dipped his half-dried pen in ink again, bowed his head and continued to copy.

Changning thought it was interesting, and it was okay anyway, so he simply followed the old scholar's words, and slowly read the easy-to-learn miscellaneous lectures in his hand word by word.

After he finished reading through, he looked up again and the sun was already setting in the west, knowing that the time was not early, and saw that the old scholar was still writing at the desk, so he put down the book, silently said goodbye in his heart, and walked out of the bookstore.

The streets have become scarce, and any later will be a curfew. Reminiscing about the familiar taste of the cookcake at noon, and thinking of bringing one back for Lu Ming to taste, Changning decided to try his luck again, so he turned back to the cookcake stall.

The stall owner still remembered Changning, and said with a smile: "Our cakes are delicious, I still want to eat them!" Fortunately, you came early, and if you are later, I will pack up and go home." As he spoke, he handed over the relatively sandwiched cakes, and said while handing them over: "The last two, there are not as many meat fillings as during the day, and you can give one money." At the end, he asked casually: "Little brother is here to play?

Changning's hand over the copper plate stopped in mid-air: "Three days?"

"Yes, three days, three days ago my little brother ate my bread, I remember. I'm going to eat it again today, haha, it means that our cake tastes good. But our Shanghe City is more flavorful, little brother, don't be confused? Let me tell you, there is a curfew at night in Xifang, and you can't help it in Dongfang, and after night in Dongfang, it's lively. It's a pity we can't afford to go. Seeing that you are also a person with status, hehe, how much money you have, you can have as much fun as you want. When I went to Dongfang, it wasn't as simple as three or five days. ”

The stall owner had already cleaned up the stall while talking, set it up at both ends of the pick, and walked away humming a small tune.