So this "Man Tang Hong" contains lake shrimp, beef soup, croaker fillets, crispy local jumping mushrooms, and some vegetables.
This dish was well received by everyone at the table, and Li Fubo said he would come here often. Although the master chef was not too spicy, and he had to drink three sips of wine to relieve it after eating two bites of the dish, it was so spicy that he couldn't stop eating it, so he used a soft handkerchief to wipe it off.
nose several times.
Mrs. Ying pulled He Lingchuan and said in a low voice: "It's delicious, but it's too spicy for the guests." The guests who ate this dish all had their faces flushed and their noses dripped. What kind of high-end banquet was this? It was okay for my family to eat.
Hospitality is a bit...
He Lingchuan nodded repeatedly: "I'm right!"
He also saw fried snails with red oil on other tables, which showed that the new gadget was well received by diners.
Only three days after the city was re-opened, Hesu Tower was full again, and he could almost hear the sound of money clanging into the account.
Speaking of which, since the army sent by He Chunhua won the first battle, 80% or 90% of the civilians who fled Dunyu City have returned. However, the original order has almost been disrupted. So many houses, shops, fields, and industries have changed hands, and so many goods have plummeted.
It will take some time for the turmoil to subside after a sudden surge.
This actually caused great trauma to Dunyu City. Among other things, thefts, robberies, quarrels and beatings occurred frequently.
The state government was also prepared for this, and He Chunhua issued orders one after another in order to calm the disputes.
As long as the person is still there and has confidence in the new general manager, the wound will heal sooner or later.
Everyone understands this.
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Putting down the volume and rubbing his sore eyes, He Lingchuan stretched out, his joints crackling all over his body.
If he can read so hard, he must be in a dream.
Yes, now he is in the Wenxuan Pavilion in Panlong City in his dream, which is the largest library in the area. In the past five days, he has read hundreds of books in the collection.
Yes, the past five days.
In the past, dreams would return to reality within a day or two. But He Lingchuan found that this time was different. The dream world had alternated between day and night five times, and he was still here.
He took a few naps in the middle, thinking that he would return to reality, but when he opened his eyes, he was still facing the bookshelf of Wenxuan Pavilion.
I have to study in my dreams. Such a life is too hard!
However, complaints were complaints, and He Lingchuan still opened the next book.
The reading speed of spiritual consciousness is faster than the normal speed in reality. It only takes one or two seconds to browse each page. Moreover, the books here are also thin, and there are not many large ones.
Panlong City seems to be quite peaceful these days. The wave of monsters brought about by the last arrival of Emperor's Liquid has basically passed. The new monsters are either smart enough to recognize who is the boss of Chipa Plateau or Panlong City.
The patrols beat them until they realize the reality.
This kind of operation happens every few years, and everyone is familiar with this set of procedures. The attacks on villagers and the destruction of farmland have basically disappeared, and the Chipa Plateau has returned to peace.
Under this situation, He Lingchuan's workload as a patrol was greatly reduced, and he did not have to go out for several days.
Thin people complain about this constantly.
In the past few days, apart from replenishing necessities, buying food and drinks, and going to the martial arts hall to fight, He Lingchuan also went to the library to recharge his batteries.
You will get tired of fighting too often. Mengshan is recuperating and has not returned yet, so He Lingchuan plans to change his taste.
There were many people in Wenxuan Pavilion, and everyone was thirsty for knowledge. People often stood in the corner, arguing in low voices.
I heard that some scholars and monks would come to Wenxuan Pavilion from time to time to give lectures.
However, He Lingchuan was a little disappointed. The collection of books in Wenxuan Pavilion did not seem to be as vast as he imagined.
This is a tall tower with six floors from top to bottom. Except for the top floor, which contains ancient books and some secret information, the other five floors are open to the public. But there is one thing:
No lending is allowed unless you obtain a special warrant.
The bookshelves on each floor are from the floor to the ceiling. If you want to access the books at higher places, you have to climb a ladder.
But, but, the bookshelf is still half empty.
He Lingchuan discovered that there were very few travel notes, expositions, and magazines here, and the only dozen volumes they had were torn through.
The most numerous are political and military records, which are works that record the politics, economy, and characters of neighboring countries, as well as analyzes of various famous scenes of ancient and modern wars. They are so diverse and dazzling.
What he has read the most these days is military books like this, and he has benefited a lot from them.
There are also various myths and monsters from the Middle Ages, which are mysterious and strange, and it is incredible to read them now.
But He Lingchuan vaguely felt that some of the content he wanted to see could not be found in Wenxuan Pavilion.
For example, the works of fortune tellers.
To be honest, he has collected some in real life, but it seems that they are either dazzling or uninteresting. Or maybe he is not the material to learn this at all.
But there is no such work in the Wenxuan Pavilion in Panlong City.
He was dazzled by the list of books.
Is it because he is unfamiliar with this place and doesn't know how to search, or is it because the books he wants to read are locked on the top floor?
He picked up all the books he had read and was about to return them. At this moment, a figure flashed in front of him, and he looked familiar.
Thinking he was dazzled, he rubbed his eyes and looked again, he was right.
He Lingchuan rushed over in three steps, but because he moved too fiercely, he was even "booed" by the old man in charge of the book collection.
He rushed behind the figure and coughed lightly: "Miss Sun?"
The man ignored him.
He Lingchuan could only emphasize his tone: "Sun Fuling!"
The girl in front then turned around.
She still has snow-skinned red lips and bright almond eyes.
She said softly, "Hey", as if she was surprised: "Why are you here?"
"Come here to read a book." He Lingchuan raised the book in his hand, "I haven't seen you for a few days."
During the past five days, he went home occasionally, and Sun Fuling's yard was even more deserted than his.
"Shujin Academy organizes the year-end exam. I am one of the examiners, so I have not been able to step out of the academy in the past few days." In order to avoid leaking the exam questions.
"Now?"
"The exam is over today, and I'm planning to go back." Sun Fuling exhaled, "The children have a thirteen-day winter vacation, and I can rest."
"Thank you for your hard work. Is it a paid holiday?"
"No, we don't get paid if we don't have classes." Sun Fuling laughed, "But the academy gave us some rice, oil, and three kilograms of mutton."
Isn’t this more practical than giving out money? It’s an enviable winter vacation. “Do I need to open a small stove for my children during the holidays?”
"What kind of stove are you turning on?" Sun Fuling blinked, not quite understanding the new word, "I don't know how to cook."
"..." Since arriving in another world, this was the first time that He Lingchuan heard a girl say so confidently that she couldn't cook.
"I mean, will you give special tutoring lessons to certain children?"
Sun Fuling shook his head: "This is not allowed in the Academy. Once found, you will be severely punished."
"Why?"
"We are afraid that we will hide our secrets in class and only teach key points during tutoring. It would be unfair to other children."
He Lingchuan went to return the book first. When the two of them walked out of Wenxuan Pavilion, he discovered that Sun Fuling still had two books in her hand.
"Can you borrow it?"
"Yes." Sun Fuling brushed her temples, "I am a teacher at Shulin Academy."
Have privileges!
The sun is shining brightly today, and the snow on the steps is so thick that it creaks when you step on it.
Outside Wenxuan Pavilion is a long street with two rows of corridors, and the ground is also paved with water-milled bricks. The weather is seven to eight degrees below zero, and the vendors are reluctant to stand guard outdoors, but the shops are basically open, and some people come out to solicit business.
He Lingchuan could smell the aroma of rice cakes wafting from the shop in front of him from a distance, and couldn't help but twitch his index finger. In the past few days, what he had eaten most often was pancakes, stuffed with chopped green onions and eggs. They were suitable for both hot and cold, but they would get boring after eating too much.
Son.
He asked Sun Fuling: "Are you hungry?"
Sun Fuling exhaled a breath of white mist: "I'm hungry. I've been eating at Shuqin Academy for the past few days. I only have the same food here and there. I've long been tired of it. Well, what should I buy?"
"Is this the only place?" The rice cakes taste too delicious. When the weather is particularly cold, he needs enough carbohydrates.
The two walked in and saw that the store was small, but steaming with white steam made it very warm.
This is a steamed bun shop, with flower rolls, steamed buns, meat buns, scallion-sugar buns, and various kinds of pastries all waiting in the drawer.
But these are not the source of the aroma that He Lingchuan smells.
He sniffed hard and walked to a round drawer. When he opened the lid, he saw a square white rice cake inside. It was as clean as freshly fallen snow, but it was hot and fragrant.
"I want this." With Sun Fuling's consent, He Lingchuan handed over a few copper coins.
"Okay, okay, do you want Poria cake?" The lady making the buns has a round face and looks like a white bun.
"Uh..." Sun Fuling's Poria?
Sun Fuling nodded first: "Yes, cut it into large pieces. If it's bigger, cut the dates on top as well."
So the two of them walked out of the store holding the cube-shaped Poria cake. In the freezing weather, the pastry warmed the palms of their hands.
He Lingchuan ate it happily. The food was soft, dense, and hot. In addition to the unique aroma of Poria cocos, there was also a sweet aftertaste of starch when chewing. The store also added some longan meat to it.
The most important thing is that it is really full.
Looking at Sun Fuling again, the way she held the cake in her hands and took small bites reminded He Lingchuan of a chipmunk chewing nuts.
Just by looking at the way she eats, you can tell that the food is really delicious.
He and Sun Fuling walked side by side, walking among the endless crowds. For the first time in Panlong City, He Lingchuan felt lazy and felt the small happiness that belongs to ordinary people.
These people in this city are actually full of fireworks.
He couldn't help but take a long breath.
Sun Fuling turned her head and asked him: "What's wrong?"
"Have you been to the sixth floor of Wenxuan Pavilion?"
Her voice was calm: "I went with others to carry some information."
"Are there many secrets?"
"Of course, maybe the official decided that some secrets are not suitable to be disclosed to civilians, or maybe they kept them in a secret cabinet because they were afraid that the enemy would steal them." Sun Fuling said with a smile, "Otherwise, why should that floor be locked and guarded?"