The morning air has a refreshing coolness.
The purple moon has already set, and the sun has not yet fully risen. A faint white mist fills the sky above the streets, but many pedestrians have already gotten up early to go out.
In this era, people wake up in the morning and rest at sunset. Common people do not have much entertainment, and most of them are busy just to stay alive.
Li Suijiu straightened his green shirt and slowly merged into the hurried crowd.
After following the pedestrians for a while, I learned that today was actually the third-day rally on North Street.
What a coincidence.
When attending a fair, there are many more things sold than usual, and various vendors will occupy an important stall at the fair early.
Of course, there are also those who don’t have stalls, so they spread a cloth mat on the road. Although they are not allowed to enter the gathering venue, they can still sell a lot of goods.
It's still early and the vendors are still making preparations.
As Li Suijiu walked, he heard a heartbreaking howl, accompanied by the men's shouts of "one, two, three, four".
Could it be that they are killing pigs?
So, stop.
Sure enough, in a doorway on the street, two men were struggling to hold a fat pig down on a long wooden bench, with a large wooden basin placed underneath.
However, the pig had been fed to make it too fat. Even though the two men exerted all their strength, they still couldn't hold it down. Therefore, the butcher with the knife never found a chance to strike.
"It's so nostalgic!"
Li Suijiu, who was born in the mountains, had seen scenes like this when he was a child.
Naturally, he walked over and offered a hand.
With three people working together, the fat pig was finally pressed down.
So the butcher waiting on the side found the right opportunity, stabbed the knife, and then pulled it out violently. The bright red blood spurted out and fell into the wooden basin.
Seeing that the fat pig was no longer breathing, the two strong men breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did they see that the person helping was actually a handsome young man wearing a green shirt.
"Isn't this Li Xiucai?"
"Well, it's me."
"Is this what you want?"
"Go to the market."
"oh."
What are you going to do with a woodcutter when you go to the market?
The two strong men opened their mouths.
Although he was confused, he still expressed his gratitude. However, after thanking him, he found that Li Xiucai in front of him did not seem to have any intention of leaving.
Don't you have to go to the market?
Before the two of them had time to think about it, they saw Li Suijiu holding a woodcutter and preparing to help "cut the pork."
"This...Li Xiucai, don't you need it?"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Li Suijiu waved his hands repeatedly.
"..."
At this point, how could the two of them still not understand the purpose of the other's hand-held wood chopper.
So, one of them gritted his teeth and said tentatively: "Li Xiucai, thank you for your hard work. Why don't you get half a catty of Wuhua?"
"How does this work?"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." The two waved their hands.
"Thanks for that!"
Li Suijiu personally stepped forward and cut off half a catty of five flowers with a wood chopper, but not much.
He found another piece of rice rope and strung it up, holding it in his hand, he continued walking towards the market.
Take a few more steps.
I saw a vendor selling groceries. He was playing with various groceries. There were so many different things that it was obviously impossible to put them all before the rally started.
If you have a problem, please help!
Then he went to help him again.
After some fiddling, various objects were quickly placed neatly.
Finally, I picked a not-so-valuable bamboo basket from the stall, which was just right for hanging the pork belly. When I bought the fish, I could also put the fish in the basket, killing two birds with one stone.
Next, Li Suijiu enthusiastically helped along the way.
Soon, I got a bunch of hand beads, two cabbage, a white radish, two pieces of tofu, and a freshly caught crucian carp.
In this way, all the goods to buy for the market are actually available?
Li Suijiu couldn't help but sigh, the world is full of monsters and monsters, but the warmth of people's hearts cannot be lost. Helping each other is really a virtue of human nature.
But, if you don’t have money, how can you go to the market?
So, I caught a glimpse of a stall selling breakfast, including porridge, pancakes, and homemade pickles.
This time, he did not help. He just ordered a bowl of porridge, a pancake, and a plate of pickles. He sat on a bench by the roadside, sipping the porridge and chewing the pancakes.
Unconsciously, Li Suijiu felt that he was gradually integrating into this world full of fireworks.
After eating, he dropped four copper coins.
We walked forward for a while.
I saw a monkey performer in the market. A monkey was tamed to a weird and wonderful way. It bowed and jumped in circles. Although the traces of performance could be seen, it still made people laugh.
Good job, be rewarded!
Then he threw out another copper coin.
In this way, there is a sense of ritual.
After he finished visiting the market, Li Suijiu came to a teahouse.
The voice of the storyteller was heard inside.
I became more interested again, carrying a knife in one hand and a basket in the other, and walked in.
The waiter who greeted guests in the teahouse naturally recognized the green shirt, but he was a little confused about the woodcutter Li Suijiu was holding.
But in the end, he was greeted with a smile and found a good seat for Li Suijiu to sit down. He was also served a pot of tea, a plate of peanuts, and a plate of melon seeds.
So, I started listening to books.
"There is a small river outside Zhanghe Village. There is a water ghost in the river. It likes to eat children, so it is often lured with the sound of drums..."
The storyteller has a gray beard and is dressed in Confucian clothes. He looks gentle and elegant.
But it is about demons and ghosts.
He also said: "Children come looking for the sound of drums and always see a big fish very close to the shore. They naturally want to catch it, but they don't know that when they really want to catch it, they can't catch it. The journey is getting deeper..."
The story is not long, the storyteller told one after another.
Li Suijiu sounded strange at first.
But gradually, he discovered a problem.
Most of the things this storyteller told about monsters and ghosts were about how vicious creatures deceive people and eat people. They sounded scary but had no other content.
When it comes to [storytelling], it is far different from the theories of demons, foxes and ghosts in later generations.
After listening for a while, it was mostly like this.
At this time, the teahouse was talking about the ringing of the Zhengyang Bell last night.
Everyone said that for fear of being haunted by some powerful ghost and attracting a certain master, it would be best to go out less recently.
Some people also say that this master must still be in Yinhua Mansion. If you are lucky enough to meet him and get a few words of advice from him, it will be a blessing.
"Master, isn't this me?" Li Suijiu raised his lips.
But it doesn't break it.
Just paid for the tea, got up and left
When I was thinking about going to a bookstore, I found a store at the corner of the long street.
The name of the store is [Deya Jingxuan]. There are two pots of clivia at the door. The antique decoration looks very good.
It's just that there are too many 'elements' in this name, so it's better to take just a few to make it more clear.
Li Suijiu walked in.
The shop owner is very enthusiastic and seems to have a special liking for scholars. He greeted Li Suijiu eagerly as soon as he saw it.
"Isn't this Li Huaijin? What a rare visitor!"
"Are there any books like "Geographical Documents" and "Zhiyi Zaji" to borrow?"
"Some, some."
The owner of the shop is middle-aged, slightly fat, and his Confucian shirt is somewhat tight, with two loops sticking out of his waist.
It can be seen that most of them are worn for appearance, and they do not wear Confucian shirts in private.
Li Suijiu didn't say much. He just put the woodcutter and bamboo basket on the table and waited for the shopkeeper to deliver the book.
It didn't take long for the shopkeeper to find a copy of "Daxian Geography" and a "Traveler's Tales" and put them in front of Li Suijiu.
Asked again if he wanted tea?
This is the routine, just ask if you want tea, not whether you will receive money.
In fact, Li Suijiu had just had tea and was not thirsty, but after seeing the "expectant" look in the shopkeeper's eyes, he still couldn't bear to refute it.
So he replied: "Then bring a pot of the best tea and two plates of cakes!"
"Okay!" The shop owner was delighted.
Although I don’t know why Li Suijiu suddenly became so generous, scholars are very concerned about face. Since they asked for tea and cakes, they would definitely not fail to pay.
So, I went to make tea happily.
Li Suijiu looked at the shopkeeper who was leaving, with a slight smile on his lips.
Then, I started reading.
The book is naturally a copied version, but the handwriting is still clear.
I first flipped through "Daxian Geography" and felt that although the content recorded in it was not detailed, it was sufficient, so I put the book aside.
I watched "Wandering Strange Talk" again, and there was actually a mention of [Purple Moon] in it.
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