Qiming 1158

Chapter 3 The Dream That Can't Wake Up

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

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

At the same time, due to the needs of huge military expenditures, the rulers of the Song Dynasty were also happy to lift the strict curfew, promote consumption, and expand domestic demand in order to obtain more tax revenue to fight against the powerful northern enemy.

Although the night market has appeared in the metropolis since the late Tang Dynasty, it is not justifiable.

In the Song Dynasty, the night market just made its debut.

The splendid lights and rich and varied commodities show the fact that productivity has progressed, and also make the nightlife of some wealthy Song people full of romance.

Su Yonglin is obviously one of these people.

The night market he felt in Lin'an made him feel as if he had traveled through time and returned to the modern age, and for a moment, he felt that he was in a bustling city in modern times.

[Hangcheng Street, business is continuous day and night, three or four drums are delivered at night, tourists begin to dwindle, five drums and bells ring, and those who sell the morning market have opened their stores again. 】

This is a true portrayal of nightlife in Lin'an.

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 in the morning, the hard-working people began to prepare for the morning market again, and business life continued all night.

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

Yes, as long as you have money.

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

Su Yonglin is not bad. Under the supervision of his grandfather and his own will, he has practiced martial arts all year round. He is physically strong. Although staying up late is not an occasional thing, he lives a prosperous life and has adequate nutritional supplements, so he will not be bald at an early age.

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

The streets of the night market are full of storefronts such as tea houses and wine shops, as well as hawkers who push carts to sell, called hawkers, with a wide variety of commodities.

Jewels, rare and fresh flowers and fruits, seafood, game, exotic utensils, all kinds of delicacies, steaming, roasting, and frying are all available.

Qinghefang, Shixifang, Guanxiangkou, and Zhong'an Bridge are the four concentrated points of Lin'an Night Market.

When night falls and the drummers beat the drums for the first time, all the shops from Qinghefang to Zhonganqiao Street and the alleys on both sides come alive again, as if they were reborn. Tide, shoulder to shoulder.

If there were satellite images back then, this metropolis with a population of 100 million must be the brightest point of light on the entire earth, dazzling.

Su Yonglin and Su Yong were walking on a commercial street near Zhongan Bridge.

There are street lights on both sides of the street, which are precisely arranged like the scales of clocks. From a distance, they seem to extend to the end of the world at the same interval, without an end point.

As a result, the streets were brightly lit, dispelling the coldness of the March night in Yangchun, and instead felt warm and pleasant.

At this moment, Su Yonglin, like Su Yong, was empty in his stomach and drooling.

The meal at Xichunlou was Sun Yuanqi's farewell meal. Su Yonglin didn't have the embarrassment to snatch it from him and only ate a little bit, so now his stomach is empty and hungry.

Su Yong is purely a rice bucket.

He started to practice martial arts at the age of seven, and he already had a lot of appetite. Now all kinds of aromas are sticking into his nose, making him unable to bear it, so he looked at Su Yonglin with longing eyes.

Su Yonglin smiled.

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

"Thank you Alan!"

Su Yong was overjoyed, his eyes gleaming like a pixiu, and he looked around, as if he wanted to inhale all the delicacies and snacks in the entire commercial street, and he was full of fighting spirit.

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

Looking around, you can see that on both sides of the street, there are people selling Chengsha cakes, colorful candies, and those selling celery and almond paste, as well as those selling sour stuffing, thousand layers, and fried white sausages. Go a little further. , you can see the famous fried food - crispy yellow duo and naan.

In addition, there are fragrant steamed cakes and glutinous rice cakes on the street, sweet cakes and eight-treasure rice that melt in your mouth, as well as various fish and sheep soups, soup noodles, steaming and fragrant.

The small merchants and hawkers screamed and shouted.

Stores with a little capital often hire good-looking girls to solicit customers on the street, which attracts a large number of diners, and they pay for early adopters.

If there is such a good daughter in the family, it is the best thing, and it saves the expense of soliciting customers.

In addition, Su Yonglin also saw a lot of shop assistants who were in a hurry with food boxes. Although they were running, the food boxes in their hands were surprisingly stable. At first glance, they were trained professionals. , I don't know who to deliver food to.

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

They gathered together in twos and threes to enjoy a steaming supper, chatting and laughing while eating. The atmosphere was warm. The more they talked, the more they could eat, as if they had never eaten dinner.

It's no wonder that on such occasions, even if you have just eaten, your index finger will inevitably move a lot, and you must buy something to eat for a reason such as "plugging the seam", otherwise the cravings in your stomach will really be unforgiving.

Su Yonglin first bought a piece of his favorite crispy yellow duo with money.

This is a kind of fried food. Sliced ​​cooked taro, ground hazel, pine, apricot, torreya and other kernels into powder, mixed with noodles and sauce, fried, fragrant and beautiful, golden in color, crispy and delicious. I still want to take another bite, the more I eat, the more fragrant it is, I can't stop at all.

Su Yong bought a lot of naan and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it while stuffing it, and eating it was very indecent.

As he walked, Su Yonglin ate up the small serving of crispy yellow alone, but he was still hungry.

Touching his stomach, Su Yonglin bought two more fried white sausages and asked the store to slice them, wrap them in oil paper, one for himself and one for Su Yong, and the two of them ate as they walked.

The fried white sausage has a strong taste in the mouth, and the oil is full of fragrance. Even a farmer who does not see a few oil flowers all year round will inevitably feel tired after eating a few bites.

But Su Yong wouldn't. He held the dumplings in one hand and the fried white sausage in the other. He took a bite from the left and took a bite from the right. He was happy like a child.

Su Yonglin felt tired after eating a few pieces of fried white sausage, and the rest was directly stuffed into Su Yong's mouth.

After eating the fried white sausage, Su Yonglin still felt that it was not enough. Looking at Su Yong's rice bucket, he obviously wasn't full.

So Su Yonglin bought two more suet leek pancakes and two fried chicken thighs, half for each person, wrapped in oiled paper to tear them apart and swallowed, only to feel that the mouth was full of fragrance.

After eating, Su Yonglin felt dry mouth and wanted to drink something. He glanced around and saw a vendor selling soup and food on the left.

He paid for two copies of the clear juice snail soup from the street vendor, and the two sat down on the small table on the street with the clear juice snail soup, and sipped the soup slowly one by one.

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

Drinking soup, chewing snail meat, biting suet and leek pancakes, and biting chicken thighs, I only felt that my body was warmed up at the same time as my stomach was full.

At this moment, Su Yonglin's ears were not only the clamor of the hawkers, but also the chatter and laughter of the 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 jokingly talking about the fact that the fifth member of the Chen family on a certain street in Qinghefang took the family savings and went to Huayuelou to eat flower wine, but the mother-in-law found out.

Good guy, from morning to night, the mother-in-law at home is extremely fierce, and the five old Chen family members who are waving cooking spoons are running around all over the place, so the neighbors in the whole street watched jokes all day, and a group of children jumped and clapped their hands. Hello, the scene is very lively.

The girls in the official family are all shy and shy, they only care about their husbands and children, they are gentle and virtuous, and marrying home is naturally a harmonious husband and wife.

But the civil servant-in-law can't read, and doesn't understand women's rings, but she doesn't have such a good temper. It has to do with the family's rations.

Listening and listening, Su Yonglin couldn't help but smile because of the overflowing fireworks.

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

He raised his head and looked around.

Under the shroud of lights, the entire commercial street is covered with a hazy veil of orange-red, which is like heaven and earth, which is intoxicating, as if this is a peaceful and prosperous age, and here is everything that people with lofty ideals have pursued for thousands of years.

So beautiful.

But everyone on this street seems to have forgotten.

Thirty years ago, in the second year of Jingkang, there was a northern city that was far more prosperous and rich than the Lin'an city they are standing under now.

People there are more comfortable than they are and lead relatively richer lives.

As a result, overnight, the heaven and the earth became purgatory, and the prosperity was burnt to ashes, leaving only a "Tokyo Dream Hualu", which made the old and young shed tears in the midnight dreams.

Without tyrannical force, it is impossible to keep the prosperity.

All that is left for you is a Tokyo Dream Hualu.

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

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

"How much money?"

"Two bowls of clear juice field snails, eight pennies."

The shopkeeper bowed his body with a smile, and Su Yonglin took out his purse, took out eight cents of money and put it in the shopkeeper's hand.

"It's very affordable. Last autumn, I ate a bowl of fish soup on the street of Qinghefang. It wasn't as big as yours. The store asked me for seven cents."

"The price of Lin'an is naturally more expensive than other places, but a bowl of fish soup costs seven cents, which is indeed a bit expensive. I'm afraid it's not in business."

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Guest officer, we use a lot of materials here, no adulteration, bright kitchen and bright stove, and the price is also affordable. If you are free later, just come a few more times."

Su Yonglin looked at the shopkeeper's disgusting smile and nodded slowly.

"Okay, if there is another day, I will definitely come to your place to eat another bowl of Tianluoxiang with clear juice. You are not allowed to increase the price at will."

"okay!"

After that, the shopkeeper laughed, and Su Yonglin also laughed and led Su Yong, who was full and full, out of here.

The shopkeeper bent over to pick up the bowl and spoon that Su Yonglin had left behind, washed it, scalded it with hot water again, and put it back where it was.

What is if there is a future day?

This young man's speech is interesting, as if he has no future, how dare you put such unfavorable words on your lips?

The store is unknown.

Su Yonglin and Su Yong had enough to eat and drink, and left the commercial street. When they reached the street, the crowd was gradually sparse.

The watchman beat the drum four times, and the night was at its deepest.

While walking, Su Yonglin suddenly stopped, turned his head, and looked at the dimly lit place in the distance.

"Aron, what's wrong?"

Su Yong looked back curiously, but saw nothing.

He couldn't see it, but Su Yonglin could.

This is like a scene in heaven and earth, but it is only a dream after all.

Kaifeng's dream was awakened, but the rulers did not want to wake up, so they stood up and ran to Hangzhou to lie down and dream.

They felt that one Tokyo Menghua Lu was not enough, so they had to add another "Mengliang Lu" and another "Wulin Old Story"!
So this dream went all the way to the cliff, and finally there was nowhere to lie down.

Su Yonglin smiled at Su Yong.

"It's nothing, take one last look, and later...may not see it."

Su Yong's expression froze, and he lowered his head, not knowing what to say.

The path they chose by themselves, even if they die, they have to go on.

Once the incident with Sun Yuanqi happened, they would definitely have no way out. If they didn't want to be slashed by the Southern Song Dynasty's small court, they had to go north.

This is the last stand.

PS: It's better to have another chapter~
(End of this chapter)