Chapter 152: This is the early years of the Qingyuan Period in Daliang

What does a sad person dream like?

Tu Huan walked slowly through the light source, and with every step she took, some crystal light splashed.

She gently and carefully touched a secret place where Zhang was sleeping.

She was still feeling cold, so she took out a cashmere coat from the system and put it on to keep warm. She exhaled gently and a light white mist came out.

Faintly, there was a noisy sound coming from the front.

It’s almost there, Tu Huan thought.

A streak of light came towards her and slid past her.

A different picture appeared before my eyes.

The spring breeze blows the willows, the water flows under the small bridge, and a stone bridge connects two streets along the river. Under the bridge, a peddler is bending over to sell his goods. When he meets young wives and girls passing by who stop to look at him, he greets them and leads them to the stall, where he praises them eloquently and sells his goods enthusiastically.

On the black-sailed boat docked by the river, there were villagers carrying their luggage and bidding farewell to their families on a long journey. The boat was already far away, but they could still hear the constant reminders behind them.

The waiter from the shop across the street was being scolded by the shopkeeper inside. He pulled off the white towel from his shoulder and cursed silently. He climbed up the ladder to adjust the signboard. Seeing a customer standing outside the shop hesitating, he couldn't help but put on a familiar smile to greet the customer.

Tu Huan walked out of the light source and was greeted by a scene that was completely beyond her expectations.

"Is this Zhang's dream? Have I traveled through time again?" Tu Huan asked in surprise.

[This is the early years of the Qingyuan period in Daliang.]

"The early years of the Qingyuan era? Wasn't that when Xiahou Jie first ascended the throne?"

Tu Huan took a step forward, and a magical scene happened. The originally dark black and white scene, as she walked in Zhang's dream, seemed to be dyed with colorful watercolors.

In a blink of an eye, Tu Huan seemed to have really walked into the spring-filled water town of Jiangnan.

Surrounded by the vibrant bustling city life, Tu Huan turned around and looked into the distance. What she couldn't see was only a thick fog. She felt relieved a little, as it seemed that she was indeed in Zhang's dream.

What I saw was so real!

The reality almost gave her another illusion.

She was wearing a special dress, which made her very conspicuous when she walked through the water town, but people passing by her did not seem to find her presence abrupt.

Tu Huan felt much more comfortable. She walked onto the stone bridge and looked down from above.

"Where is Zhang?"

This was Zhang's dream, and she wouldn't appear here for no reason, but the owner of the dream wasn't found among the crowd.

A royal blue butterfly flew in front of Tu Huan and circled twice.

"I understand."

Following the fluttering butterflies, Tu Huan walked down the stone bridge from the other side, passed a waiter climbing the stairs to wipe the plaque, turned around the steaming bun shop, and walked along the bluestone bricks for about five or six minutes before finally seeing a royal blue butterfly gently landing on the shoulder of a young girl.

Tu Huan stood at a distance from the other person, stopped and looked at him carefully.

"Miss! There's a butterfly on your shoulder!"

When Zhang, a young girl, heard the sound, she stood still, her bright eyes fixed on the maid in front of her, and said in a sweet and innocent voice, "Where is it? Where is it? Help me catch it!"

The maidservant chased butterflies but caught nothing.

The royal blue butterfly circled between the master and servant for a few times, then flew away leisurely.

The maid said in frustration, "Miss, Cuixi is so stupid."

The girl in the bud-green skirt, far from offering comfort, nodded solemnly and agreed, "Yes, Cuixi is too stupid."

"Miss--"

Zhang as a girl seemed different from what Tu Huan remembered.

In her impression, Zhang was casual, stubborn, and tough, with an invisible tenacious vitality.

But at this moment, Zhang, as a young girl, had an oval face, clear eyes, and the natural vitality and cleverness of her age.

She couldn't help but walk closer to the master and servant, and found that they were waiting for the fresh baked pancakes on the street.

"Other people's sugar-filled sesame cakes are sold for three for one cent, but yours is only one cent each! How shameless!"

"Oh my dear Miss Zhang! What kind of fillings are those? The ones we have here are not that bad, otherwise how could they be so delicious after cooking?"

Zhang was not very tall at the time, so she tiptoed to look inside and urged, "How long will it take?"

“Almost there! Almost there!”

"You just said it would be done soon, but now the incense stick is almost burnt out and there's still no cake!"

Tu Huan watched from the side and saw that the owner of Tangji Shaobing was at a loss for what to do with her. She kept begging for mercy, "Miss Zhang, I know which way the Zhang family's door faces. How about I have someone deliver it to the Zhang family when it's ready?"

"No need! I want to buy your sugar-filled sesame cakes for my mother myself. Hurry up! If you don't come out soon, I won't be able to catch the boat."

"Right away! Right away!"

The shopkeeper and his staff worked around the clock, and soon, two large bags of sesame cakes were wrapped in brown paper and handed over to the master and servant.

Zhang beamed, "The shopkeeper's business is booming!"

The shopkeeper of Tangji clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "Then I wish the young lady a safe and happy journey to Beijing! I wish Master Zhang a successful promotion! I wish the lady a long and healthy life!"

A piece of silver was left at Tangji Shaobing.

Tu Huan saw the master and servant walk to the carriage and drive away.

Look up at Tangji Shaobing and see the soft-boiled sesame cakes freshly baked.

"Can you scan out the recipe for this sesame seed bun?" Before the system could respond, Tu Huan remembered that this was Zhang's dream and seemed to be giving the system some embarrassment. "Forget it, it's a dream after all, so it probably won't work."

One second later, the system sounded:

[I have copied a recipe for Tangji Shaobing (a type of sesame cake) from Tongli Town, Xunzhou Prefecture, Daliang during the early Qingyuan period and have placed it in the host's folder. Please check it.]

Tu Huan was stunned for a long time.

I couldn't help but turn around and give a thumbs up in admiration.

Awesome! Really awesome!

Tu Huan had only taken a few steps when the scene around her suddenly began to spin rapidly. In the blink of an eye, she arrived at another place in Zhang's dream.

On the Zhang family's boat heading to Beijing.

A cool river breeze blew in her face, and Tu Huan looked down to find herself standing at the bow of the boat.

On the deck, standing facing the wind was a bearded man in his thirties or forties, dressed in a brocade robe and with an elegant face. He was obviously a handsome man with good looks.

Tu Huan had some guesses in her mind.

At this age, he still has a vague similarity between his eyebrows to Zhang's. Could this person be Zhang's father?

It was really cold outside. Not only was the river breeze chilly, but even Zhang's own consciousness world was always filled with an icy chill. Tu Huan came down from the bow of the boat with her hands in her pockets and walked into the cabin.

The Zhang family hired a large ship to go to Beijing this time. There were several rooms of different sizes in the cabin. Tu Huan quickly found the room where Zhang was.

The travels of wealthy families in ancient times were indeed extraordinary.

Zhang's mother's family was in business and was wealthy. In order to prepare for her husband's return to the Marquis Boyuan's Mansion in Beijing, Zhang's mother had made sufficient preparations and had purchased a lot of extra things.

When the new emperor ascended the throne, the Marquis's Mansion found a way out.

The Marquis's Mansion made great efforts to ensure that Zhang's father was reinstated.