Chapter 215 The Unlost Journey

Liu Bancheng tried his best to ease his relationship with Shi Chuan, and sat on the donkey cart and pointed out: "It snowed in Haizhou City in October, of course it is very rare. I remember that there was no snow in the whole winter in Bianliang City, Tokyo five years ago. What a warm winter it was?"

Shi Chuan frowned: "Wrong, that should be a miserable winter - rainfall and snow are originally a way for heaven and earth to regulate climate moisture. If there is no snow all winter, there will be a severe drought in the next year."

Liu Bancheng thought for a while and replied: "It really makes sense. It seems that there was a severe drought in the next year."

Huang Yu showed his demeanor of Xie Yuangong. He carefully recorded: "The rain that should have fallen did not fall, it was indeed a change of time. I remember that the next year, the world was drought, and there were more than two million refugees in Hebei, and the grain chief in Shaanxi rebelled, and the Zhendingfuxiang army had insufficient food rations and caused a mutiny... That year was indeed turbulent."

Shi Chuan turned to Luo Wangjing: "I just wanted to hear you say 'Fengheng Yu Da' - do you know the 'Prosperous Curse'?"

Lo Wangjing frowned: "I haven't heard of it."

Shi Chuan slightly glanced at the corner of his mouth and mocked, "It is said that since the Qin and Han Dynasties, whenever an emperor has claimed to be a 'prosperous era', it will inevitably be a war, turmoil, catastrophe, and extinction, or even a 'changing dynasty' of the country and the genocide of the Han Dynasty. This was the case after the 'Wenjing reign' in the Han Dynasty, and the 'Kaiyuan prosperous era' of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, even if we go back and record it later... Now, will this curse be our turn? Will this prosperous era with prosperity and prosperity be a curse?"

After saying that, Shi Chuan didn't wait for the carriage to react and urged the horse to rush to the front of the team.

The juren on the carriage were so shocked that they could not speak. They sat in the cold wind and savored the words they wore when they were wearing, and felt that such prophetic words made people colder and colder... However, they could not comment, even a word could not be said.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. When they saw the juren who had passed by, they led the people forward quickly when they saw the tail of the original cushion, and their will began to shake. As for juren, they paid attention to "relocating to move the air, nourishing the body, how great it is to live". When the car is stable as Mount Tai, walking leisurely and contented, that is the "juren style". But they had just heard an explosion sound at the tail of the team. At this moment, they saw Shi Chuan rushing to the road... The juren who still has physical strength no longer cares about their demeanor, immediately accelerated their pace and tried their best to chase the donkey cart he wore, while the juren who had no physical strength simply gave up on the road and began to look for a hostel on the side of the road to prepare for early morning rest.

Although the juren on the carriage had a "Yi Pin Hat" to block the wind and rain, he sat still for a long time and felt that the cold wind gradually penetrated into his bones. Fortunately, he wore the wine here and prepared wine. The wine brewed by his own wine was similar to whiskey. After a few cups, the juren was warm all over, but when they arrived at the accommodation, most of the juren were already dizzy and needed someone to help them get off the donkey cart.

The servants who arrived in advance booked twelve rooms, and ten juren enjoyed the treatment of one room in luxury. Shi Chuan led the child servant to live alone, while the rest of the people squeezed into the bar and lived in the house. On this stormy journey, it was good to be able to live in the house. After taking a bath, Shi Chuan led the servants over and prepared to replenish some food and charcoal.

Although the team of nearly a thousand people has been sparse, the three-year scientific research event has attracted many vendors to gather on the roadside, and Shideng wants to replenish wheat cakes. When he inquired, the only ones selling cakes include steamed cakes, oil cakes, sugar cakes, fillings, and platters.

After Huang Yu finished washing up and walked down the bedroom, Shi Chuan was chatting with a cake seller. The cake seller said attentively: "My Hu cake has oil, chrysanthemums, wide scorched, thick side, oily, marrow cake, new and full of numbness... Official, how many do you plan to do each one?"

Shi Tong touched the back of his head: "Door oil - the meaning of God's Ma?"

"The oil in the door is to add sesame oil and chopped green onion when kneading... Officials, try it. My door in the house is fragrant and salty and light. It costs three cents per, not expensive at all. Just for you, how about ten ones?"

The old man who sold Hu cakes made a joke, probably because he saw Shi Chuan was unfamiliar with the world, deliberately teasing Shi Chuan, and Shi Chuan was not angry at all, and continued to ask curiously: "What is chrysanthemum? Our lump, chrysanthemum is not a good word."

"It's just the carved flower cake. My chrysanthemum cake is the most exquisite. It is mixed with chrysanthemum petals collected this autumn, and a little date paste, which is fragrant and sweet. There are lifelike chrysanthemums carved on the cake. Ten officials come to you?"

"Bread is just a cake. No matter how many kinds of cakes you make, they are just cakes with patterns... What is a wide scorch cake?"

"Fried, fried cakes are crispy and delicious... Forget it, I am a professor today, I will give you: Thick side means that the eaves of this cake are very thick. As for scones, some people like to chew the edges of the cake, but the picture is soft, while others like to chew the crisp. This side is thick, which is to make the edges of the cake into a thick circle, which is big and chew the head, but the heart of the cake is inconspicuous..."

"I understand, isn't this just naan? The side is thick and the center is thin. The whole naan is like a plate. If you pile some seasonings and side dishes in the center of the cake, it's not pizza... It seems that there is no naan or pizza these days. It turns out that this 'thick side' is the ancestor of naan and pizza."

The old man selling cake rolled his eyes. He didn't understand what he wore when he was wearing it, and he just continued to boast about his own cake: "This 'oil over' is fried. The 'oil over' is definitely not fried. The 'oil over' is only fried. The 'oil over' is put into the oil pan, so it is also called 'oil fragrance'; the marrow cake, as the name suggests, is a pie with filling; the 'new and full of hemp' refers to the sesame cake, which is made into a new one..."

Huang Yu then added: "There should be steamed cakes with scales, steamed cakes with sleeping cakes, thousand layers, chicken head baskets, goose bullets, moon cakes with glutinous rice, roasted meat oil cakes, sesame cakes, fire sticks, small honey food, golden flower cakes, Shiluo, honey agent, cakes with cakes, spring cakes, Hu cakes, leek cakes, milk cakes, vegetable cakes, hibiscus cakes, lotus leaf cakes, spicy vegetable cakes, burnt steamed cakes, mutton fat leek cakes, seven-color sesame cakes, pig pancreas Hu cakes, wide burnt thin crispy, white meat Hu cakes..."

As Huang Yu said, he drooled and sighed to the sky: "It's a pity that this wilderness ridge may not have so many tricks - Dalang, just find some food to make up for it."

After Huang Yu finished speaking, a single woman who had been watching over for a long time came up and gave a blessed gift: "I heard that this is Mr. Jie Yuan from Haizhou. My family is planning to go to the capital and sell a singing along the way to earn some money for travel. Mr. Jie Yuan, should you listen to a passage "The Lost Wife in Meiling, Chen?"

Shi Chuan widened her eyes: Single, a woman, she doesn't carry any money on her body, and she goes to the capital... Didn't it mean that the public security in the Song Dynasty is not good? How could a single woman complete a long-distance trip that many modern women dare not imagine, and she doesn't carry any money on her body?

The weak Song Dynasty, the legendary chaos in public security, why does this strange phenomenon occur? Jie Yuan and Jing were escorted to the exam. Could it be that the bandits in the Song Dynasty had a bottom line and generally did not rob women?

At this time, Liu Bancheng happened to get out of the car, and he interrupted happily: "Does Pu sing? I'm just looking for a few people to have fun, so just sing a random paragraph."

Aoao... Shi Chuan clapped his hands and stirred up the flames: "The little lady is looking for the right person. These two are Duke Jie Yuan, who is from the Huang family, the largest tea merchant in Haizhou; the other is in Shuyang, nicknamed "Liu Bancheng" - Liu Bancheng. Bancheng belongs to his family. Have you heard of it?"

The woman covered her mouth with her sleeves and smiled charmingly: "Since the little woman is going to travel alone, why don't she inquire about the tourists on the journey - I not only know that Mr. Jie Yuan and Mr. Liu are very talented, but also recognize you, the Chengxin Lang in Haizhou."

Compared to Huang Yu, Liu Bancheng's city was a little shallower. The woman's eyes turned, and Liu Bancheng was already half weak. He sat down and waved his hand carelessly: "Don't sing from the beginning, start from Honglian Temple, and the scene where inspector Chen fought with the monks of Honglian Temple was lively."

The so-called Pure Singing is a female storyteller or a male storyteller. If you know a little more of the plays (acrobatics, here refers to verb skills), it is called a clap.

In the commercial society of the Song Dynasty, long-distance travel was not a cheap thing, because there were few horses in the Song Dynasty, and most people could only measure the journey step by step with their feet. This day after day trek makes people feel very depressed, so a group of men and women storytellers were born in the roadside hostel.

Travelers have arrived in an unfamiliar environment. After dinner, they have nowhere to spend their lonely time before going to bed. They rely on storytellers to relieve their mental stress. The storytellers in the teahouses on the roadside wine shops are both permanent and professions. They travel while telling and rely on storytelling income to pay for their travel expenses - such as the storyteller woman in front of them.

The woman found a seat, took out the pipa from her bag, and started raping slowly.

It is said that the story of "The Lost Wife in Chen Meiling" comes from the Tang Dynasty legend "The Legend of the White Apes of Bujiang Zong", which is the prototype of Chen Xun is Ouyang He of the Tang Dynasty. Unofficial history records that Ouyang He's son Ouyang Xun looks like a monkey. While ridicule with Changsun Wuji, Changsun Wuji then fabricated this story about Ouyang Xun's mother being a monkey spirit, and gave birth to such an ugly story of Ouyang He in order to take revenge.

Unexpectedly, this "The Legend of the White Ape of Bujiang" became the number one legend in China. Not only did it evolve the drama "The Lost Wife in Chen Meiling", but it also evolved into various themes such as "Red Lotus Temple" and "Bao Lotus Lantern"...

The juren men sat down to enjoy the singing and singing. Shi Chuan was waiting for the rest of the time. He took the servant to prepare the juren meal. Because he thought the old man selling cakes was too noisy, Shi Chuan waved his hand to interrupt the other party's nagging and said, "Everything comes, you can get ten cakes, you go back."

The old man selling cakes was unwilling to give up at first. After a while, he looked up and down and said, "Every ten? Are you alone? Official, although you are big, my cakes are enough. Can you hold on to each ten? "

Shi Chuan glared: "Who said I bought the pancake and wanted to eat it? I put it there, can't it be?"

The old man selling cakes shrank, and he muttered: "My cakes are not pictures, what's so good about it..."

Huang Yu waved his hand to the old man during the break of singing: "Save twenty of them for each, we have about twenty people, but we can't just eat cakes tonight, there are other foods, right?"

Mr. Jie Yuan spoke, and the old man selling cakes was silently presented with the cakes, received the money from Huang Yu's servant, and carried the basket to other places to sell them. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come - Piao Tianwen - vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, and your support is my greatest motivation.
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