Beizhou has snow all year round.
Jiang Qingyu and the others are currently located at the Huai River in Beizhou, at the junction of Beizhou and Yunjing.
The terrain here is gentle, with few mountains and rivers, and vast hectares of fertile farmland. It is full of vitality and forms a strong contrast with the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance.
"Fellow Taoist, please stay - it is forbidden to fly with swords in front!"
As soon as they reached the sky outside Huai River, a man wearing a gray Taoist robe Yu Mujian caught up with Bai Xun and forcibly stopped the two people who were about to enter the city.
Bai Xun controlled Yaoxue to land on the road one mile away from Huai River, followed closely by the man in gray robe.
After the two sides stood still, Jiang Qingyu began to look at the frail-looking Taoist priest opposite him. Bai Xun must have been flying too fast and suffered a bit while chasing him. The man's face turned green and white at this moment, obviously he was very tired.
He rummaged through his savings bracelet and found a brand new cup, filled it with the herbal tea he had brought with him when he left Yunjing, and handed it to him: "Are you still... okay?" It looked like he was about to die.
Jiang Qingyu didn't say the second half of the sentence, otherwise it would have seemed very rude.
"Ah...ah? Thank you, thank you!" The Taoist priest was flattered. Looking at the beautiful girl less than one meter away from him, his face turned red. He took it with both hands, stammered his thanks, and sipped it.
Seeing that the Taoist priest's expression improved, Jiang Qingyu stopped saying anything and stepped back to stand beside Bai Xun.
"Xiao Dao's surname is Li and his given name is Hyun, with the courtesy name Guanqi. Thank you girl for the gift of water!" He held the water in his hands and performed a Taoist ceremony with the breeze in his sleeves. The embarrassment just now has been relieved, and he spoke in a humble and polite manner.
"No need to say thank you."
Li Xuan smiled slightly and explained: "I stopped you two because the Lord of Huaishui City has issued an order that you are not allowed to wield a sword when entering the city. Otherwise, you will be detained with a fine or severe fine. I was very offended just now. Please forgive me for my recklessness."
Jiang Qingyu always responded politely to polite people, but Bai Xun didn't like to negotiate in front of outsiders, so Jiang Qingyu had to deal with all these superficial remarks.
"This is our first time coming to Huaishui. We didn't know there was such a rule. If we weren't Taoist friends, our wallets would suffer. It's fitting that I and I would like to thank you!"
"You two are going to the city. Unfortunately, so are I. Since you want to thank me, why don't you treat me to a meal?" Li Xun doesn't have an outstanding appearance, so he won't attract attention in the crowd. He just smiles with a pear dimple at the corner of his mouth. Coupled with fair and moist skin, she looks clean and well-behaved.
After speaking, he seemed to be afraid of offending, and the blush that had just disappeared crept up on his cheeks again. He added shyly: "I met a disabled mother and son begging on the road. Master said that he wanted to help the weak. But now that I am short of money, it would be great if I could give him a meal." A meal..."
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In the bustling market of Huaishui, there was a roadside stall selling noodle soup. There were only a few diners sitting on the stall.
There was a chill in the air in Beizhou. Jiang Qingyu exhaled a breath of hot breath, which instantly turned into a cloud of white mist.
The owner of the stall is a lady who looks aggressive but enthusiastic. When she saw the three people gathered around, she immediately put down the kitchen knife in her hand and said, "What do you three want to eat?"
"We are new to Beizhou. Do you have any recommendations?" Jiang Qingyu handed over the choice to Li Xuan.
"Well... in that case, why not try the highland barley noodles? It is a specialty of Beizhou. The texture is different from the usual noodles, but it is fragrant and refreshing." Li Xun thought for two seconds and said to Jiang Qingyu and Bai Xun.
"The Taoist priest is right! If we want to talk about the specialty of Beizhou, it has to be our highland barley noodles! I heard the Taoist priest is right, I promise you two~ You will still want to eat it after eating it!"
"Then please trouble the landlady to order us three bowls of highland barley noodles!"
"You're welcome, young lady, a total of thirty low-grade spiritual stones!" The aunt quickly boiled the soup, mixed it with water and kneaded the noodles. Her movements were skillful, and she looked like she had been a veteran for decades.
After paying, the three of them randomly picked a seat and sat down.
Huaishui can only be regarded as a county town in Beizhou, and is not comparable to Suyou, the main city. But that is the past tense. Ever since the Yunjing Luo family expanded their business to Huaishui, it has become a new scene.
In addition, the Huai River is the only way to Suyou. It comes and goes, like a large inn. The Luo family only has a slight pull in it, and the local economy is boosted.
The highland barley noodles and the shiny silk threads of the brocade are all exported from here.
The Huai River is vast and sparsely populated, which is most suitable for planting and breeding. Merchants from all over Beizhou contract land and industries, and local people develop them. They only need to sit at home, and the goods will be packaged and sent to the place for sale.
Huaishui City can be seen at a glance. Two streets lead directly from north to south and east to west, forming a cross.
"Recently, it's not as good as before. Fewer and fewer people come to Huai River, and it's not as lively as before." Li Xun couldn't help but say when he saw Jiang Qingyu looking around.
"Yes, there are fewer and fewer people coming into the city, and business is getting worse and worse. If this continues, sooner or later the stall will have to be closed..." Jiang Qingyu didn't reply, but the aunt below seemed to complain. sentence.
Regarding the Huai River, there have been a lot of rumors recently. The silk brocade was pilled and moldy, the skin was rotten, and the head, which is famous for the brocade, was clean.
Nowadays, there is a problem with Fuguang Brocade. As a source of raw materials, it is naturally involved. Huaishui's reputation has been ruined.
As time goes by, the flow of people in Huai River decreases, and merchants and vendors have to suffer along with it.
After a while, the aunt brought three bowls of highland barley noodles to the table one by one. The resentment and sadness on her face were gone. She smiled and took the chopsticks and spoons for Jiang Qingyu. She did not forget to remind her: "This is the best highland barley noodles." It’s in this soup, keep it hot!”
"Okay!" Li Xuan stood up quickly, half-rolled up his sleeves, revealing a strong arm, and helped him take it. Passersby couldn't help but praise him for being such a good young man.
Jiang Qingyu's eyes couldn't help but linger for a moment at the intersection of Li Hyun's arms and sleeves, and then his eyes suddenly met with Li Hyun's. He saw him calmly putting down his sleeves, with a strange look in his eyes, and his eyes were bent into two smiles. With a crescent moon, he thanked the aunt crisply: "Thank you, aunt!"
"Thank you, ma'am." Bai Xun maintained his formation.
The highland barley noodles look bland, with two green cabbage leaves covering the noodles and a fried golden egg, which smells fragrant.
Jiang Qingyu was very keen on food and couldn't resist the temptation of the glutton. He was the first to take a bite. His eyes lit up and he inhaled the storm without raising his head.
Don't look at this noodle. The clear soup is watery and you can't see any fishy taste. In fact, it tastes unique.
"The ground in Beizhou is so cold that many crops cannot be grown. Highland barley is cold-resistant and is the main food here. A hundred years ago, there was a natural disaster and heavy snowstorms closed the continent. Many people relied on highland barley to survive."
Li Hyun picked up a chopstick of steaming noodles, blew away the heat, put it into his mouth, and downed it in one gulp. His eyes were trance-like, and he smiled melancholy: "My mother's cooking skills are the second best among the highland barley noodles I have ever tasted." good."
Jiang Qingyu and Bai Xun stopped eating noodles at the same time, looked up at the busy aunt, and then turned to Li Xun who was speaking.
He frowned lightly, and the smile on his lips was filled with bitterness, "The first one is my sister. Unfortunately, she can no longer eat it."
In Li Xun's eyes, there was nothing. Across the bowl of noodles, Jiang Qingyu seemed to see a girl with a similar face to Li Xun, wearing a pink dress and a skirt, smiling beautifully.
In the blink of an eye, Li Xuan had already collected his emotions and said with a relieved smile: "Oh, that's all, what's the point of mentioning this? Why don't you tell me what the two Taoist friends came to Beizhou for?"
