During the Song Dynasty, the Chinese had a real nightlife for the first time.

With the great improvement in productivity and the lamp revolution, the level of lighting fuel has finally been broken.

At the same time, the Song Dynasty rulers were willing to cancel strict curfews due to huge military spending demands, promote consumption and expand domestic demand, so as to obtain more taxes to fight against the powerful enemies in the north.

Although night markets have appeared in metropolis since the late Tang Dynasty, they are not legitimate.

In the Song Dynasty, the night market made a clear and generous appearance.

The brilliant lights and rich and diverse commodities highlight the fact that productivity has improved, and also fills the nightlife of some rich Song people with a romantic atmosphere.

Su Yonglin is obviously a part of this group of people.

The night market he felt in Lin'an made him feel as if he had traveled time again and returned to modern times. He was in a moment of trance, feeling that he was in a prosperous city in modern times.

[Hangcheng Street, the business is endless day and night, and the three or four drums are exchanged at night, and tourists are scarce, and the five drums are ringing, and those who sell the morning market are opening a store again.]

This is a true portrayal of Lin'an Eve life.

At two or three o'clock, the number of pedestrians on the street began to decrease, and the night market gradually ended. At four or five o'clock in the morning, the hardworking people began to prepare for the morning market again, and business life was all night long.

As long as you have money, even a night owl can find a sense of belonging here.

Right, as long as you have money.

Of course, there are also negative effects. For example, Chinese people finally began to stay up late in general, and the subsequent dark circles and hair loss problems gradually spread among the people.

Su Yonglin was fine. Under the supervision of his grandfather and his own wishes, he practiced martial arts all year round. He was healthy and stayed up late was not an occasional matter, but he lived a wealthy life and had proper nutritional supplements. He would not bald early in life.

The prosperity of Lin'an Night Market is far better than that of his "hometown" Qingyuan Prefecture Dinghai County. In his opinion, even modern times, there are many places far behind.

There are shops like tea shops, wine shops and hawkers everywhere on the streets of night markets, and hawkers who are driving small cars to sell, called vendors, and there are extremely rich varieties of goods.

The pearls and jade are rare and the flowers and fruits are fresh, seafood, wild game, magical instruments, all kinds of delicacies, steamed, roasted, fried and fried.

Qinghefang, Xifang, Guanxiangkou, and Zhong'an Bridge are four concentration points in Lin'an Night Market, with restaurants, music halls and tile tiles distributed very closely.

Whenever night falls and the first drum beats the drum, all the shops from Qinghefang to Zhong'anqiao Street and the alleys on both sides are active again, as if they are reborn. The streets of ten miles long are bright and the crowds are crowded.

If there were satellite maps back then, this metropolis with a population of one million would have been the brightest spot on the entire earth, dazzling.

Su Yonglin and Su Yong were walking on a commercial street near Zhong'an Bridge.

Street lights are arranged on both sides of the street, arranged accurately like clock scales. From a distance, they seem to extend to the end of the world at the same distance, without an end.

So the streets were brightly lit, dispelling the cold air in March night, and instead feeling warm and pleasant.

At this moment, Su Yonglin, like Su Yong, was empty and saliva was flowing.

The meal at Xichunlou was Sun Yuanqi's farewell meal. Su Yonglin was embarrassed to snatch it with him and only ate a little bit, so he was empty and hungry.

Su Yong is purely a bucket of money.

He started practicing martial arts at the age of seven and had a very large appetite. Now all kinds of fragrances penetrated into his nose, making him unable to bear it, so he looked at Su Yonglin with a longing look.

Su Yonglin smiled.

"Let's eat, it's all mine."

"Thank you, Alang!"

Su Yong was overjoyed, his eyes shining like a Pixiu, as if he was about to suck all the delicious food and snacks on the entire commercial street into his stomach, and he was full of fighting spirit.

Of course, there are not only snack stalls in Lin'an Night Market, but snack stalls are definitely the main players.

Looking around, there are those selling Cangsha Cake, colorful flower candy, Cyclone Snail Paste, Almond Paste, and Pyroacillated Fillet, Thousand Layers, and Fried White Intestines. Walk a little further and you can see the famous fried foods - Kuhuang Du and Pine.

In addition, there are also fragrant steamed cakes and glutinous rice cakes, sweet cakes and eight-treasure rice that melts in your mouth, as well as various fish, mutton soup, noodle soup, steaming and fragrant.

The small vendors were shouting at the top of their voices.

Stores with a little capital often hire beautiful girls to attract customers on the street, which attracts a lot of diners and pays for them to try them out.

If you have such a good daughter at home, it is the best thing to do, and it will save you the cost of attracting customers.

In addition, Su Yonglin also saw many shopkeepers carrying food boxes in a hurry. Although they were running, the food boxes in their hands were amazingly stable. At first glance, they were professionals who had trained, and they didn't know who they were going to deliver takeout.

It was already late at night, and there were still many diners sitting on the tables, chairs and benches placed by shops or vendors on the street.

They gathered together in groups of three to three to enjoy the steaming midnight snack, eating and laughing. The atmosphere was warm, and the more they talked, the more they could eat, as if they had never eaten supper.

No wonder, in such an occasion, even if you have just had a meal, your index finger will inevitably move. You must make a reason such as "slit" and buy something, otherwise you will be greedy.

Su Yonglin first paid for a portion of his favorite crispy yellow duo.

This is a fried food. Slice cooked taro, grind the kernels such as hazel, pine, apricot, and treya into powder, mix with sauce, and fry it in the paste. It is fragrant and beautiful, golden in color, and tastes crispy and delicious. If you want to take another bite, the more you eat it, the more you taste it, you can't stop at all.

Su Yong bought a large handful of purs and stuffed them into his mouth, stuffing them while chewing them, and his eating habits were very indecent.

As she walked, Su Yonglin ate all the small portion of crispy yellow on her hand, but she was still hungry.

After touching his stomach, Su Yonglin bought two more portions of fried white intestines and asked the store to slice them, wrapped in oil paper, one of them for Su Yong, and the two of them ate them while walking.

The fried white intestines taste strong and the oily fragrance is everywhere. Even if you are a farmer who doesn’t see a few taels of oil flowers all year round, you will inevitably feel fucked after eating a few bites of it.

But Su Yong didn't. He held the croaker in one hand and the fried white intestine in the other, and took one bite on the left and one bite on the right, making him happy like a child.

After eating a few pieces of fried white intestines, Su Yonglin felt tired of it, and the rest was stuffed into Su Yong's mouth. This guy chewed his mouth with oil.

After eating the fried white intestines, Su Yonglin still felt that it was not enough. After looking at Su Yong's rice bucket, he obviously didn't eat enough.

So Su Yonglin bought two more mutton fat and leek cakes, two braised chicken legs with oil, one half of them, wrapped in oil paper and bitten them with big mouthfuls. He swallowed them with big mouthfuls, but felt the fragrance remained.

As he ate, Su Yonglin felt dry mouth and wanted to drink something. He glanced around and saw a vendor selling soup on his left.

He paid for two snail soups from the street vendors. The two of them sat on the small table on the street with the snail soups and slowly drank the soup bite by bit.

In addition to soup, there is also very chewy snail meat in the bowl, which tastes very good.

While drinking soup, chewing snail meat, biting mutton fat and leek cakes, and chewing chicken legs, I felt that my body was warmed up while I was in a good condition.

At this time, Su Yonglin's ears were not only the hawking sounds of small vendors, but also the laughter of people.

The three people sitting at the table next to Su Yonglin and Su Yong were chatting and laughing.

After listening carefully, Su Yonglin learned that they were laughing at the old Wu of the Chen family on a street in Qinghefang. He took his savings to Huayuelou to eat flower wine, but his wife knew about it.

What a good guy, from morning to night, the wife at home was extremely fierce. She waved the cooking spoon and ran around the ground. So the neighbors on the street watched jokes all day long, and a group of children jumped and applauded, and the scene was very lively.

Every girl with an official family is as shy and charming as a flower, she only cares about taking care of her husband and children, and is gentle and virtuous. It is natural that the couple will be harmonious when they get married.

But the folk stewardess is not aware of words and does not understand female quarrels. However, he is not so kind. It is related to the food rations of the family. When he meets an uneasy family member, he will beat him as soon as he says he will not give him any face.

As he listened, the overflowing human fireworks made Su Yonglin smile.

Immediately, my smile faded and turned into a serious face.

He raised his head and looked around.

Under the lights, the entire commercial street is covered with a hazy orange veil. It looks like heaven and earth, making people intoxicated, as if this is a peaceful and prosperous era, and there is everything that the benevolent and ambitious people have pursued for thousands of years.

So beautiful.

But everyone on this street seemed to have forgotten it.

Thirty years ago, in the second year of Jingkang, there was a northern city with prosperity and prosperity far better than the Lin'an City under their feet.

The people there are more comfortable than them and live a relatively rich life.

As a result, overnight, the heaven and earth became purgatory, and the prosperity was burned to ashes, leaving only a "Dream of Tokyo" record, which made the old and young people cry when they dreamed at midnight.

Without powerful force, you cannot defend the prosperity.

All that is left for you is the only one Tokyo Dream Record.

Taking a deep breath, Su Yonglin stuffed the last piece of leek cake in his hand into his mouth, picked up the bowl and drank the soup in one breath, chewed it vigorously, and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.

Then he put down the soup bowl, wiped his mouth, stood up and walked behind the store.

"How many cents?"

"Two bowls of clear juice and field snails, eight cents."

The store owner bent his body with a smile, and Su Yonglin took out his purse, took out eight cents and put it in the store owner's hand.

"It's quite affordable. Last autumn, I ate a bowl of fish soup on Qinghefang Street. It's not as large as yours, so the store asked me for seven cents."

"The prices in Lin'an are naturally more expensive than elsewhere, but a bowl of fish soup costs 7 cents, which is indeed a bit expensive. I'm afraid I don't care about doing business."

The store owner smiled and said, "Customer, we use a lot of materials here, without adulteration, open kitchens and bright stoves, and the price is also affordable. If you have time in the future, come here a few more times."

Su Yonglin looked at the store owner's unhateable smile and nodded slowly.

"Okay, if there is a future, I will definitely come to you and have another bowl of clear rice snails. You are not allowed to raise the price at will."

"Okay!"

After saying that, the store owner laughed, and Su Yonglin also led Su Yong, who had eaten and drunk enough, to leave here.

The store bent down and picked up the bowl and spoon left by Su Yonglin, washed it, scalded it with hot water and put it back in place. Then he was busy with his hands and suddenly felt something was wrong.

What does it mean if there is a future?

This young man spoke interestingly, and he said something like he had never come to the future. How could he put such bad words casually on his lips?
To be continued...