Yang Zhao was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night. He got up in the dark, swept away the remaining carbon and sparks from the fire, spread the remaining weeds over it, and fell asleep again with the remaining warmth of the fire.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already bright.
Yang Zhao always felt like he couldn't wake up from his sleep. My body is still a little weak and my muscles are a little sore, but my head no longer hurts.
He subconsciously touched the phone, and finally, he took out the money and looked at it.
Don't dare to move the phone.
Looking at the vegetation ash all over his body, Yang Zhao sighed, tidied himself up a bit, walked out of the house and walked into the courtyard, where he came under the big ginkgo tree and bowed.
"Uncle Master, I'm going down the mountain now. Do you have any other instructions?"
After waiting for a while, no one responded.
"I'm a newbie here and I'm not familiar with the place. Can you tell me which way is safe to go down the mountain?"
Still no one said anything, and Yang Zhao was not discouraged. He made a small straw rope from the straw he slept on last night, and used the straw rope to tie up the "board-book-board" sandwich.
Carrying the book, I came out to say goodbye to the big ginkgo tree.
"Yang Zhao bids farewell to Master Gongsun."
When she left the yard from the main entrance, the first thing she did was of course climb a tree and dig out bird eggs.
But this time she walked to a higher place and found a tree with a good view.
Climbing up the tree and looking around, sure enough, in the direction of the main entrance of Yunyang Temple, there was a big city sitting by the river.
There are still scattered farm houses at the foot of the mountain.
Knowing the direction, Yang Zhao carried the book and went down the mountain with the bird eggs.
When he reached the foot of the mountain, Yang Zhao also discovered a small spring.
The spring is covered with a straw curtain, which must have been covered by nearby villagers to prevent leaves from falling.
Yang Zhao was very thirsty, so she washed her hands first, then took a sip of water with her hands. After waiting for a while, her stomach didn't hurt anymore, so she began to drink water uncontrollably.
When a long drought meets nectar, it is refreshing.
After drinking the water, she took out the eggs from her pocket, washed them, and ate them raw. There is no fire now, and there is no way to disinfect the eggs.
After eating and drinking, Yang Zhao took off his shirt and saw the ginkgo leaf stuck to his back.
He reached out and touched his short hair carefully, but luckily it wasn't there.
The big ginkgo tree in his hometown hung a leaf on him to keep him safe.
The big ginkgo tree here is hard to say.
But she didn't dare to pick it now, it was too close.
Yang Zhao put on his shirt expressionlessly and rubbed the ash on his hands, face and neck.
Not daring to delay, I took my bearings and headed towards the big city, avoiding the villages.
There were not many people on the small road yet, but as soon as we reached the main road, the flow of people began to increase.
She wasn't sure if these were primates? But I did see a few with hair and horns.
I also met a large caravan, using unknown large land animals to drag the goods on the car while walking.
I also saw a few bicycle frames specially designed to seat people.
Yang Zhao followed an old couple carrying a load from a distance and listened to their quarrel.
"I told you to get up early, but you didn't listen. What time is it now?"
"What do you know? This Yanglu fruit is delicious when you get up early and pick it when the dew is hanging on it. We are giving it to our son's teachers and classmates, so of course we will pick the most delicious ones."
"But it's so late, why not have a meal in the city at noon? How expensive is the food in the city?"
“How much does a meal cost?”
When Yang Zhao heard their pronunciation, it was indeed different from Chinese. The amazing thing is that she actually understands it.
She rubbed the small porcelain bottle in her pocket. This thing was really valuable.
She walked to the city gate with the crowd, and saw a tall gate tower standing in front of the city gate from a distance.
The gate tower is more than forty meters high, with carved patterns and colorful paint.
Miraculously, a curtain of water mist fell from the top of the gatehouse, covering the entire gatehouse.
The passers-by walked through the mist.
Yang Zhaoyang stood nearby and observed carefully for a while, and found that people entering the city passed through this gatehouse and could not leave the city.
It reminded her of disinfectant spray.
While watching, I suddenly noticed several people flying past the top of the gatehouse!
Flying over!
Yang Yun stared dumbfoundedly at the flying men entering the city. I couldn't calm down for a long time.
No wonder the gate tower is built so high.
It's one thing to see a big ginkgo tree, but it's another thing to see people flying.
She stood there excitedly for a while, and then followed the flow of people to the gate downstairs.
The water mist was light and faint, and it still smelled a little fragrant. Yang Zhao followed the water mist, picked off the ginkgo leaf from his back, and threw it to the roadside.
There were several tables beside the city gate, and there were a few men in uniforms standing there. It seemed that they were collecting city fees.
"Three coppers, three coppers per person." There was a metal block the size of three fingers placed on the table, and those two repeated words came from the metal block.
The person sitting behind the table took the money handed by the pedestrian, raised his hand and threw it into the large wooden frame behind.
When it came to Yang Zhao, she could only hand over a piece of silver that turned black in her hand. In this world, silver is money, right?
"Exchange the money over there." The man pointed to the table on the right.
Silver here is also money.
Yang Zhao felt at ease, walked to the table on the right, and handed over the small piece of silver.
The person here took a big pair of scissors and cut the silver she handed over into two pieces, one large and one small. The silver was white and had nothing else mixed in it.
He returned the big piece to Yang Zhao and threw the small piece into a large wooden box. He grabbed a handful of copper coins and gave them to her without even counting them.
Yang Zhao put a handful of copper coins into his pocket and quickly entered the city.
Most of the houses in this city are made of wood and stone. The shops on both sides have large doors and windows and pointed roofs. Most of them are 2 or 3 stories high.
There are a row of food stalls near the city wall, with tables but no chairs, and some even no tables.
It was approaching noon, and there were many people going to eat. People bought and ate while standing there.
Yang Zhao even saw someone using chopsticks.
She was hungry, so she opened the book in her hand, carefully opened it and searched, and sure enough she found a staple food called Yangmai.
When translating nouns, transliteration is generally used, which has been the case since ancient times.
It says it can replace flour, and local people usually combine it with Yanglu leaves to make steamed cakes.
The food tastes delicious.
Yang Zhao bundled the books together like a sandwich, held them in his hand, and started looking for this steamed cake on the street while avoiding people.
She had all her property in her pockets and didn't dare to get close to anyone.
Fortunately, there are many sellers of this kind of steamed cake, each with three copper coins or five coins for two, each as big as her palm.
She bought two, asked the boss for a bowl of water and drank it in one go. Then she found a corner with few people and started eating the cake with her arms in her arms.
This kind of cake is not delicate in texture and has no flavor, but the leaves of Yanglu have a strange fragrance.
Although there is no added salt or sugar, it tastes very delicious.
At this moment, a little woman came over with a child in her arms. She glanced at Yang Zhao. She probably disliked the dust all over her body. She walked a few steps to the side and stood against the wall.
After a while, a tall man came over. He was holding a bench with one hand and several steamed cakes on a plate with the other hand.
When he arrived, he put the bench next to the little woman, asked her to sit down, took the child with one hand, and gave the plate of cake to the little woman.
“Where did the bench come from?”
"I paid three coins to rent it from the military man at the door. Please sit down for a while."
"Why are you spending that money?" The young lady said she was disgusted, but she still laughed.
The two people gathered around and started eating.
