Song You stretched out his hand to indicate a height.

"That's more than half a man's height." The shopkeeper frowned and shook his head, "I don't know about that. If you meet a conscientious person, maybe you won't charge me. If you meet someone without a conscience, you might also charge half. Mr.

If you were willing to secretly put ten coins into the policeman's belt, maybe no one would take it."

"That's it."

Song You nodded, and then asked: "Are there really many people going to climb the mountain?"

"There are many famous mountains, and there are also many dignitaries."

"Thank you, store owner."

"Remember to get up early..."

"Write it down below."

Song You turned his head and looked outside.

It was at sunset, the mountains in the distance were pitch black, and the clouds overhead were thick, but there was a thin line in the middle, allowing the light of the setting sun to shine in, dyeing the clouds on the mountains into flames. There seemed to be a statue under the clouds.

The huge stone man stood with his hands folded, his figure was bloated and his cloth robe reached to the ground. Only the upper half of it had penetrated into the clouds, so his true appearance could not be seen, leaving only half of his body.

Outside the door, another official was sitting on a bamboo sedan, being carried by two people from one side to the other.

"The meal is here!"

A bowl of rice was brought to Song You.

It was a bowl of dark rice, served in a thick brown bowl. Each grain of rice was a thin black strip, which looked very rough. There were a few pieces of pickled radish thrown on top, and there was nothing else.

Song You picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. It seemed that in addition to the sauerkraut, the store also poured some sour soup on it. The rice also tasted a bit sour. It had a taste and was quite appetizing in this summer, but the texture of the rice was still the same.

It can't be called good, at best it can be called strange.

Diaohu rice is actually wild rice.

Originally, it was used as a staple food in many areas of Dayan, but later it was gradually eliminated due to various reasons. Interestingly, when it was no longer used as a staple food and gradually became rare, some places began to use it.

Coming to entertain distinguished guests probably has a traditional meaning.

"Ms. Sanhua, please try it too."

Song You scooped up a spoonful of rice, mixed it with a small piece of pickled radish, put it in the palm of his hand, and handed it to Mao'er.

The cat was honest and took a bite.

He glanced at the Taoist blankly, and probably swallowed it out of economy, but then he looked at the Taoist with more pity and worry in his eyes.
Chapter completed!