ask sword 2

Chapter 3 The Bronze Bell
Chai Cuiqiao asked, "Then he will come over in the afternoon?"

"It doesn't matter if he comes or not."

Li Ang said casually: "Okay, you go to the box to get two hundred pennies, and I will go out."

"It's ready, here it is."

Chai Cuiqiao smiled slightly, took out a simple-colored cloth purse and handed it over.

Li Ang nodded approvingly, "It's very caring, I'll buy some fruit for you later."

"I want Fenghua peach! The white-skinned kind. I saw that the Baguo Zhai on the corner of the street had been refurbished a few days ago."

Chai Cuiqiao's eyes blinked, flashing with premeditated light, and snorted, "It's only five cents a piece that's two and a half inches in size, and one or two is enough for a dinner. And Haizhou. A bunch of mulberries for three cents. Oh, and pomegranates, but that’s fifteen cents a piece, which is too expensive. Let’s buy some food.”

餦餭 is a kind of caramel made from corn, barley and other grains fermented and saccharified. You can buy a small piece for a penny, and you can chew it for a long time. It is the most affordable children's dessert.

"Hey, do you still have to make an inch?"

Li Ang rubbed Chai Cuiqiao's hair with a smile, put his wallet in his pocket, and went out through the backyard.

As soon as I went out, I heard a surprised voice coming from not far away, "Sunrise?"

Li Ang turned his head and saw a well-maintained woman in her thirties and 40s wearing half-sleeves, carrying a bag, approaching with a maid.

"Aunt Song."

Li Ang said hello with a smile.

Aunt Song, who called him by his nickname, was the shopkeeper of Lanshenglou, a restaurant next door to Baoantang. She and Li Ang's mother, Cui Yi, were distant relatives in the same village.

However, Aunt Song's husband died young, leaving behind an orphan and a widowed mother.Aunt Song ran a restaurant while raising her son Song Shaoyuan, during which the Li family helped her a lot.

The two sides are both distant relatives and neighbors. They have a good family and are half aunts of Li Ang.

When Li and his wife passed away in April, it was also Aunt Song who helped Zhang Luo's funeral.Otherwise, with the high funeral prices of this era, the Li family would not be able to save even [-] in the end.

"Risheng, are you going out?"

"Yes."

Li Ang nodded and said, "Buy some new tea to send to Mr. Liu Xuan."

Pu Liuxuan, a professor of Zhouzhou studies where Li Ang studied, is also a close friend of Li Hanquan.

"Hey, what new tea did you buy? I have it at home."

Aunt Song waved her hand and instructed the maid next to her: "Lvyi, go to the storeroom of the restaurant and get two cans of Qujiang flakes."

"Auntie, it's really not necessary."

Li Ang was quite helpless. Qujiang thin slices are a famous tea, and they are expensive. Even if it is not a special tribute for the royal family, the middle and lower Qujiang thin slices cost five or six hundred cents per pound, which is completely out of Li Ang's consideration.

Aunt Song shook her head and said, "Whatever is of use or not, it's all from my own family. That kid Shao Yuan went to the mountains with his friends again, and he's about to skip the test, and he's not concentrating on his studies at all. When I get back, I have to train him. Wait. You'll send his share to Mr. in a while."

"Brother Song has excelled in the state studies, and has been among the best in the examinations. This year, the provincial examination will definitely be able to take the test and come back. You should relax while traveling."

Aunt Song's son, Song Shaoyuan, has an honest, simple and generous character, is friendly, and has a quick mind.

Li Ang and Aunt Song chatted one after another, and soon the maid came over with two small ceramic jars tied with red ropes.

Aunt Song forced Li Ang to accept it, and nagged for a long time as an elder, telling Li Ang to study hard in the future and not to live up to the expectations of his parents.

When Li Ang left, Aunt Song looked at his back and remembered when she lost her husband before. She touched the scene and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. maintain family business"

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"Hu cake, sesame cake, steamed cake, five cents a piece!"

"Sell mashed glutinous rice, mashed glutinous rice, seven cents a bowl."

"Biro, cherry birch, pear birch, apple birch."

"Hua Yi carved rice, fragrant smell of brocade and soup. New noodles are coming to the market, and the juice is delicious"

Li Ang walked on the street carrying two cans of Qujiang thin slices, listening to the loud peals of vendors along the street.

The steamed pie is round on the top and flat on the bottom. It is the steamed bun in my memory. The glutinous rice grains are sweet rice wine. As for the bilo, it is a pie in the shape of shaomai. The meat is salty, the fruit is sweet, and there is even crab yellow bilo. Egg yolk bilo, everything can be bilo.

Diaohu rice is rice cooked with sage rice, and Jindai soup is a soup cooked with seaweed.

Using the poems of Du Gongbu, a poet of this dynasty, to advertise, it can be seen that the small trader is quite pursuing elegance, but the last two sentences "new faces come to the market" are actually another poem of Du Gongbu, "Huai Ye Leng". Tao" refers to the cold noodles made from locust leaf juice and flour. The color is green and similar to emeralds. After cooling with cold water, it can cool down.

The Kuanshui River is the main artery of the city. In addition to the mobile vendors selling cooked food, there are also fruit and sundries on the streets along the river.

Li Ang, who hadn't been out for a long time, listened to the sounds of hawking, the sound of carriages and horses, the collision of tableware and chopsticks, smelled the damp water vapor and the aroma of food after the early morning rain, felt the breeze blowing his face, and the corners of his mouth could not help but lift slightly, and the bustling scene in front of him and the memory. of commercial pedestrian streets overlapped together.

He reached out and grabbed a falling willow leaf from the air, pinched it with one hand and put it to his mouth and blew it gently, stopping from time to time to say hello to neighbors and acquaintances on the street.

"Clang clang-"

The distant and loud bell rang from the north, and the shop workers on the inner side of the street stopped their work one after another and went to the counter to sound their bronze bells, while the vendors along the river on the outside of the street also took out the copper bells and rang them.

Even the cargo ship running on the Kuangshui River has the boatman ringing the bell hanging on the bow.

Yu State divides a day into twelve hours, Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Noon, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai, which correspond to 24 hours a day in Li Ang's memory.

Zichu is at 23:24, Zizheng is at 1:2, Chouchu is at [-] am, and Chou is at [-] am.

At this moment, the bell that rang through the entire city of Kuangzhou was rang by Haotian Taoist Temple, and it rang a few times at what hour.And all the people at home in the city will ring their own bronze bells and bells along with the bells at Chenzheng (8 in the morning) and Xuzheng (8 in the evening).

As for why?
For thousands of years, this has been the case in every country in the world covered by the Haotian Sect. After a long time, no one will ask.

Heard, seems, seems,

The bell that rings every day, in addition to telling the time, also has the function of expelling evil spirits
But do monsters really exist in this world?
Li Ang slightly restrained his smile, put away the willow leaves, and silently accelerated his pace.

If there is really a demon, will he who has awakened the memory of another world be identified as a demon?

(End of this chapter)