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Chapter 94 Ink and Wash Jiangnan
"Not to mention, it's really a little different feeling to enter the border of Xuzhou in the south of the Yangtze River."

Fang Zelin was walking on the official road. At this moment, he looked forward from here, and there were endless green mountains and green waters.

And the mountains in the distance, when seen from a distance, seem to be blocked by a hazy layer of mist, as if they were in an ink painting.

Standing here right now, it feels like walking directly into an ink painting.

Seeing such a beautiful scenery, Fang Zelin couldn't help but put a smile on his face at the moment.

Walking along the official road all the way to the front, it didn't take a while to see the wine flag waving in the wind. It was a wine shop beside the official road.

There are also tea houses, post stations, etc. beside the restaurant, but it is very lively at first glance.

"Guest officer, do you want to hit the tip? There's nowhere to stay if you go further here. If you're looking for a place to stay, you have to go to Qin Lancheng, which is nearly a hundred miles away."

Fang Zelin approached a little, and immediately there was Xiao Er who greeted Fang Zelin, shouting hard while saying hello.

"Our shop has been open for hundreds of years, and Jiangnan's side dishes are even more authentic. If you are not satisfied with what you eat, you will smash the shop when you come back!"

Xiao Er barked extremely hard, and Fang Zelin felt a little moved when he heard it.

Looking at the time, it is not too early now, and it is unlikely to arrive at Qin Lancheng at this time.

Thinking of this, Fang Zelin nodded immediately.

The second saw the visitor and immediately led the way.

He led Fang Zelin upstairs and asked, "Guest officer, would you like something to eat?"

The first floor of this store was empty, and it was driven into the ground with wooden stakes. When we got to the second floor, we entered the inn, presumably to prevent insects.

Fang Zelin stood at the door, his eyes swept slightly, seeing the large number of people in the store, all of them had already served and tasted at this moment.

The nose is slightly sniffed, but it feels the aroma is tangy, quite tempting.

"Guest officer, don't worry, our small shop is not only an old-fashioned inn, but it is still advancing with the times. I heard that the delicacies of foreign guests are like clouds, and we have learned several things from each other!"

Seeing Fang Zelin's actions, the shop assistant didn't panic and continued.

Fang Zelin was stunned when he heard the words, no wonder the scent was still somewhat familiar.

"Well, let's eat then."

Fang Zelin nodded slightly and walked to the middle table under the leadership of Xiao Er.

The table by the window was already full, and only the table in the middle was empty.

After Fang Zelin sat down, Xiao Er came over with a plate. Inside the plate were pieces of bamboo plaques with the names of the dishes written on them.

"We have a lot of rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is easy to get wet if you hold the vegetable book, so we use this method as the vegetable book."

Xiao Er explained a sentence, and then began to introduce Fang Zelin to their Jiangnan side dishes.

Such as winter bamboo shoots, dried and stored until now, the taste is of course needless to say.

There are also rice flower fish, braised meat, game pheasant and so on.

"The game tastes good, but we all receive it from the hunters, so the price will be more expensive."

Seeing Fang Zelin looking at the game, Xiao Er said something along the way.

After thinking about it, I still have more than 40 taels of silver in my hand, so it's not a problem to eat a meal.

Seeing this, Fang Zelin stretched out his hand and ordered the side dishes he wanted on it.

After seeing the situation, Xiao Er wrote down one by one, then poured tea for Fang Zelin, and then left with a shout.

After waiting for a while, Xiao Er brought the dishes to the table one by one with a plate, and then reported the names of the dishes to Fang Zelin.

"Guest officer, your dishes are all ready, you can use it slowly!"

Fang Zelin picked up the chopsticks and glanced at it, it was still new, it was just cut out of bamboo, and there were bamboo fibers on it.

"This shop is very meticulous."

Fang Zelin looked quite satisfied, but still took out the chopsticks from his bag.

Chopsticks, if you don't have them, just chop a branch on the side of the road and cut it a few times. It's very simple and convenient.

After Fang Zelin picked up his chopsticks and tasted something, he nodded immediately.

Yes, the side dishes here are still delicious.

It's just that the rice tastes bad.

After eating and drinking, Fang Zelin settled upstairs after paying for the meal.

In the middle of the night, Fang Zelin came out of the window and came to the field he had seen before.

With Fa Jue in hand, clouds began to appear, and then it started to rain in the fields.

"It's good to increase the Dao Xing. When I used the Little Cloud Rain Technique before, the clouds displayed were only a little bit. Now that the Dao Xing has risen, this Little Cloud Rain Technique can directly cover ten acres of land."

Fang Zelin performed the Little Cloud Rain Technique several times to irrigate all the rice fields in front of him with spiritual rain, and then he swayed back to the inn with Cheng Xiao on his back and fell asleep.

The next day.

Fang Zelin got up early, but he got up early, and others got up earlier than him.

Before dawn, some merchants set off against the hazy fog.

Fang Zelin got up to take a shower, ate something to pad his stomach, and then set off.

In one day, there is no problem in walking a hundred miles.

There were a lot of pedestrians on the road, and from time to time there were still people running by.

"It rained last night? Why are the seedlings wet in this field?"

Fang Zelin walked forward for a while, and when he met a farmer who came here to take care of the seedlings, he heard them talk in confusion as he approached.

There is still a little difference between dew and rain, they can see clearly.

But strangely, it seemed that it rained only in the fields and not elsewhere.

Could it be wrong?

A group of farmers got together and discussed it for a long time without any results. In the end, it could only be regarded as dew.

Fang Zelin's mouth twitched slightly when he listened to these conversations, but he walked past them, his clothes fluttering, but he seemed to be full of dust.

"If you can't find Yuxu Mountain, just look at the scenery here, which is also excellent."

Fang Zelin walked all the way, but he didn't panic at all, and said something to Cheng Xiao who was behind him in a leisurely manner.

Cheng Xiao listened to the voice, and immediately hummed in agreement.

At noon, the road ahead turned around, and a stream slowly flowed forward.

The stream is full of willow trees.

At this moment, the willow branches of the willow tree are covered with tender buds, and the long willow branches are moving with the wind, like a slender figure of a beauty.

A few Chunyans flew by at this moment.

"A good picture of spring."

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Zelin saw a huge boulder beside him, so he stepped forward and waved his finger into a sword.

"Jasper is made up to the height of a tree, and thousands of green silk sashes hang down. I don't know who cut the fine leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors."

"There are so many poems in my memory that my ancestors amazed the world. I can't just keep it in my memory. I have to take it out and amaze the world."

Fang Zelin looked at the poems he had written, and smiled with satisfaction, and then wrote the word "Yanxia" in the signature.

After writing, Fang Zelin turned and left.

(End of this chapter)