Chapter 12 Those who like to go shopping in the Middle Ages get a little bit of that
Chapter 12: Those who like shopping in the Middle Ages have a little bit of that
Returning to Wendeng Port is a good thing for both people and horses.
After two full sunny days, the snow gradually begins to melt, and the white color fades from the ground, revealing the dirty patches of color underneath. The resulting water will soon turn the road into a hell of small quagmires.
If you set off any later, you will be in the desperate mud, and you will be doubtful about your life due to the mud splashed by the horse's hooves. You can choose to put on a cloak outside, but you must also be prepared to have an extra half of the time when you arrive at your destination.
Mental preparation for weighing 5 pounds.
Kraft thanked himself for deciding to set off as early as possible two days ago. Now the two of them were already riding horses on the stone pavement of Wendeng Port, and the horses' hooves collided with the stone slabs, making a crisp "ta da" sound.
Yes, Wendeng Port has stone roads, at least on a few main roads. As a port city, although it is not a big port, it still has to consider transportation issues. Horse-drawn carriages carrying goods or catches come and go every day.
The former will leave deep ruts on the soil pavement, while the water dripping from the latter will keep the soil in a slurry state all year round.
Therefore, out of the most real practical considerations, Wendeng Port has a noble stone pavement. Since there is enough sand on the seaside, it can be used for paving and filling gaps to prevent muddy water from accumulating under the floating stone slabs and turning into a foot.
A "trap" that will spurt out sewage from the gaps if you step on it.
Careful designers even designed drainage channels on the side of the road, raised the height of the center of the road appropriately, and made a flat obtuse triangle cross-section to allow water to flow to both sides. Perhaps it cannot be compared with the road conditions in another world.
But here they are already among the best on the first-class road, and Kraft will not hesitate to praise the designers.
But even this kind of road surface cannot solve the problems currently encountered by Kraft.
"I mean, is there a possibility that no one will come out to set up a stall now?"
The snow in the middle of the road has been cleared away and is quietly waiting to melt by the drainage ditch. This provides convenience for the carriage and obviously also occupies the ecological niche of the original small vendors. The temperature is not low now, and of course it is not high either.
, at least not high enough to set up a stall.
There are no antique shops in Wendeng Port. This kind of relatively high-end market does not exist here. If you want to buy something strange and old, your priority is roadside stalls. In fact, many of these stalls are sailors' side jobs.
Exchange small and scattered items from various places for a few copper coins suitable for turning into beer in the tavern.
Fortunately, there are no problems such as counterfeiting or old-fashioned products, because we don’t have the energy and skills to perform such operations on street stall goods.
The streets without street stalls are a bit deserted. The streets of this era have not evolved into the form of people living upstairs and storefronts downstairs. The streets are mainly composed of pure residential houses. These two- or three-story buildings adopt semi-exposed structures.
The supporting wooden frames are filled with masonry and adhesive, and if you are more sophisticated, you will paint the wall with some light color to create a color contrast with the half-exposed frame, like a sketch that has just been painted with contour lines.
Compared with the single-story houses in the previous small village, the houses here are taller and require better load-bearing. It is not easy to hollow out a wall on the first floor to show the interior. Only horizontally extending signboards show their functions.
There are not many such signboards. There are only "Tavern", "Tailor" and "Bread" within sight, and there is another "Tavern" a little further away.
"It doesn't matter. I'll ask the captains I know. They always have a few things that look very mysterious." Ryan said without changing his face, "You go shopping by yourself first. We will be at the academy in the evening.
Meet at the door and then find a place to stay together."
"Ah, then why don't you take me with you?" Kraft didn't understand at all, but Ryan had already disappeared at the fork in the road on his horse and seemed not to have heard his words.
Under the noon sun, Kraft, who suddenly had an entire afternoon of alone time, was at a loss as to where to go. He reined up his horse and stopped on the street, watching the pedestrians, carriages and horses passing by, confused.
There were not many people on the street. A few sailors sang barcarolles and walked hand in hand into the building with a tavern sign in front; a carriage carrying several barrels of fish passed by the door, with a large fish stuck upside down in the barrel.
The fish was still flapping its tail, and two men in scholar's robes used their sleeves to block the water droplets thrown from the fish's tail.
Kraft observed all this. The barcarolle was a little out of tune. The water droplets moved along the blue lines on the fish's tail, and then were shaken off. There were two drops of diluted ink marks on the cuffs of the brown scholar's robe. He
I always feel that something is wrong, especially when I am alone, and it has been like this since a certain day.
He became... full of interest and took the initiative to capture more content. When riding a horse and galloping, he would pay attention to the gorgeous snow on the treetops, insisting on catching up with his cousin to chat, and paying attention to water droplets and ink spots on the street.
It stands to reason that people's attention is limited, and when they deliberately pay attention to something, they will inevitably ignore more. However, his storage channels seem to have suddenly been broadened, and his abundant attention can be allocated to more things.
, to collect more useful or useless information, and he is very interested in this behavior.
It was like picking up every coin on the ground, like collecting scattered data in the whole book and gathering it into a volume, like cleaning every drop of bone marrow in the bone. He got a kind of satisfaction from this behavior, a weird satisfaction.
His divergent thoughts are spreading. The tune of the barcarolle should be higher, perhaps more natural; the fish tail seems to have been seen in the last time he came to the port. This kind of fish has a sharp mouth; the water droplets deform and elongate in the air, crossing
The obstruction of the sleeve flies towards its owner's face...
"Hey, damn it!" The angry curse interrupted Kraft's continuation.
It was two people wearing scholar's robes who bumped into each other while avoiding water drops. One of them stumbled forward and fell to the ground with his palms on his hands.
Kraft shook his head vigorously to get rid of the messy thoughts, and rode around the scholar who was arguing with the coachman.
He felt that he was a little too sensitive. This kind of uncontrollable attention to all kinds of irrelevant things was very similar to obsessive-compulsive disorder. The other half of the world had quite typical obsessive-compulsive disorder, especially when they were under great pressure.
It's very obvious. He will count the steps of the stairs, wash his hands until they are wrinkled, or blow on them three times.
This time of semi-travelling, I may have unknowingly made myself too nervous. The familiar and unfamiliar body, the fused thinking mode, and the unaccustomed environment all have the potential to create too much anxiety for the other half.
But he was not convinced of this. After all, the passing score in psychiatry was obviously not the result of his efforts, but more similar to the teacher's efforts.
Riding along the street on horseback, Kraft decided to put these things aside and do something else to change his mind.
For example, he can look for a place that sells paper, pens and ink.
Craft here, under the tutelage of Mr. Anderson and a little urging from his grandfather, had no choice but to learn how to write in exquisite and complex cursive script. The other world part is a lover of cursive script. Although it is not the same character.
, but the similar writing style made him want to try it out.
Compared to another small object with no characteristics, Kraft felt that his grandfather and Mr. Anderson would be more willing to see something else. It is good that the grandson/student who went out for a trip has practiced calligraphy. It is very good.
Surprise. Optimistically, it can be recognition of their educational level.
With this idea in mind, and not expecting anything from Cousin Lane who suddenly disappeared, Craft began to look for pen and paper on the street.