Since they separated from Xiang Yu and them, Zhang Muye's speed of their journey has become slower and slower. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info First, Zhang Muye's air cannon slowly found a way, and it was not so urgent to go to the Forgotten Palace, and secondly, it was very close to Sichuan County, and it was possible to get there today if it was fast and slow, and no matter how early it was, it would not be able to continue to hurry.

In a place like Yunzhou, between the two county seats, there are either barren mountains and old forests, or scattered villages, which are not next to official roads, let alone post stations or the like.

If you arrive in Linchuan today and continue to hurry, you will have to sleep in the wild that night. Since treatment is no longer so urgent, there is no need to sleep in the wilderness in order to hurry.

When he was about to arrive in Linchuan, Zhang Muye asked Xiaolan next to him: "What day is today?"

Xiao Fang and Xiao Lian chased and played together when they were fine, and they were usually not by Zhang Muye's side, Zhang Dali hung behind to observe the situation on the road. Only Xiaolan followed her quietly all the way, Zhang Muye didn't speak, she didn't speak, if she didn't pay attention, there would be no one next to her.

Xiaolan heard Zhang Muye's question, and replied softly: "It's the eighth day of the lunar month today." ”

Zhang Muye raised his eyebrows, "Laba, then do we want to drink Laba porridge and eat dumplings?"

Xiaolan looked confused, "Laba porridge, eat dumplings, young master, what does this mean?"

Zhang Muye looked at her confused appearance, patted his head, he was really confused, Buddhism in this world is down, and he can't even see the temple, so it's strange to have a Laba Festival.

He smiled and said to Xiaolan: "It's okay, it's just that I want to eat dumplings today." ”

Xiao Lan looked at him strangely and said, "The young master didn't eat dumplings before," said and frowned again and continued: "But if the young master wants to eat, it's good to ask someone to make it in the city, but I don't know if Linchuan eats dumplings here," then she frowned again and laughed, "Even if Linchuan doesn't have it, Xiaolan went to find some flour to make for the young master to eat, and when the young master said dumplings, Xiaolan also wanted to eat them." ”

Zhang Muye saw her frowning and smiling, his heart jumped, and he grinned and said: "Then let's eat dumplings tonight, wait until next year, the year after tomorrow, the year after tomorrow, and we will eat dumplings on the eighth day of the lunar month every year after tomorrow." ”

Xiaolan lowered her head and didn't speak, her face was red to the root of her ears, and she thought in her heart, what does the young master mean by this, won't the young master let me get married?

Zhang Muye saw that she lowered her head and didn't speak, her ears were also red, and she thought she was frozen, and said with concern: "Xiaolan, are you cold, look at your ears are red." ”

When Xiaolan heard this, her face turned even redder, she glanced at Zhang Muye faintly, and ran away with the horse's belly.

"Hey...... "How can you say that you can go, walking so fast, and being blown by the wind, isn't it colder?"

So there is a reason why I didn't find a girlfriend at the age of 30 in my last life. He would never have thought that if he said casually, Xiaolan would think so much.

I didn't know what the situation was, Zhang Muye calmly studied his internal force ball while hurrying.

It wasn't until Shenshi, that is, at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, that everyone arrived in Linchuan County. Although Linchuan County is not a big county, it is much better than Qiyun.

As soon as Zhang Muye and the others entered the city, they could see some high-rise buildings lined with streets, at least three or four restaurants and inns. They went directly to the most conspicuous inn, the inn is called Linchuan Inn, but it is also straightforward and appropriate, and it also takes advantage, in Linchuan this place it sounds even older than the name of Yuelai Inn.

When she entered the store, Xiaolan specially sent Xiao Fang to ask the shopkeeper if they had dumplings here. When I asked, I learned that dumplings are often eaten in this place in Linchuan, and there are naturally ready-made ones in the store, so there is no need to ask Xiaolan to wrap them.

In the evening, Zhang Muye really only asked the store to serve a table of dumplings, and everyone gathered around the table to eat.

The dumplings were just served, and Xiao Fang asked Zhang Muye with a bowl: "Young master, why did you remember to eat dumplings, I haven't seen you eat this before." ”

I didn't eat it before, because the original Zhang Muye didn't have a mouthful, of course I can't say this to them, he looked at the steaming dumplings, pouted and smiled, "It's delicious but dumplings, I used to be a young master, I don't understand, now I'm enlightened, and our family will eat dumplings every year in the future." ”

Xiaolan next to her heard this, her face turned red again, but Zhang Muye didn't notice it, he put a dumpling in his mouth, and the hot soup in it was so hot that he quickly took a few breaths, sucked it up, and waited until his mouth was a little colder, and then he ate it a few times.

Xiaolan saw that he was burned, and hurriedly handed him a cup of herbal tea, Zhang Muye waved his hand to signal that it was okay, and Xiaolan put the cup down.

Although it was scalded, the flavor of the dumplings still came out, it was a filling made of cabbage and tofu, and the soup was sprinkled with green onions, and there was some lard flavor, although the ingredients were simple, but they tasted full of umami.

Several other people nodded again and again after eating, especially Xiao Fang, who ate four or five in a row before he opened his mouth and praised: "I didn't expect this Linchuan flat food (dumplings) to be so delicious, much more delicious than our Jiangzhou." ”

Zhang Muye has never eaten dumplings in Jiangyin, so naturally there is no way to compare, and he remembered to eat dumplings because he heard Xiaolan say that today is the eighth day of the lunar month.

Thinking that he came to this world alone, if there were some people who could accompany him to spend the festival of the original world, he could talk and comfort him, otherwise he was afraid that after a while, he would forget where he came from.

In fact, if he hadn't crossed over, Zhang Muye would probably still be working in the research institute now, how could he have time to spend the holiday with his family, they researchers, not to mention the Laba Festival, even the Spring Festival, they may not have time to go home and reunite with their families.

His parents are also old, but he has no time to go back all year round, except for sending some money to their bank cards and occasionally making a few phone calls to say hello, he can't do anything.

Fortunately, he also has two older sisters, who are not far from married, and usually go back to take care of the second elder.

Now that I've crossed over, maybe I've been hit by a car in that world. He could imagine the grief of his parents sending the white-haired man to the black-haired man, and he could imagine their red eyes crying. But there was nothing he could do, and if he could, he wished he could bring a letter to tell them that he was alive, alive and well, but in a place they couldn't see.

Alas, he was also a little lucky, glad that he was not married, and if he got married, he would be sad now at least one more person.

Several people at the table saw that his expression was inexplicably heavy, and they were all a little at a loss, Xiaolian asked weakly: "Young Master, is this dumpling too unpalatable?" I see that young master, your eyes are red. ”

Zhang Muye was pulled back to his thoughts at this time, and coughed lightly, "It's so delicious, young master, I was moved, and I was about to shed tears of happiness." ”

Xiaolian had such an expression on her face, and patted Xiao Fang's shoulder with a smile, "I'll just say, these dumplings are so delicious, why did the young master eat and cry quickly." ”

Xiao Fang ignored her at all, gobbling up dumplings, and looked like no one could disturb me eating.

Zhang Dali ate unpleasantly, but one bite at a time, he swallowed it, not like eating, but like a beast eating.

Xiaolan still eats dumplings one by one, a dumpling has to bite seventy or eighty bites to eat, and she has to blow a few breaths to her mouth.

Looking at the few people at the table, although it was a foreign place or an inn, and the sound of persuasion to drink could still be heard around, Zhang Muye still felt a trace of home.