Sometimes they only understood half of what he said, but sometimes they suddenly understood everything. Di Qing was especially quick to learn and grasped quite a bit. Therefore, everyone was very grateful to Zhao Jun and became increasingly familiar with him.

After being together for a long time, they were no longer as reserved when talking to each other as they were at the beginning. There was less unfamiliarity and more friendship.

There are fewer people coming and going on the streets than in summer and autumn, and it is not as lively.

Because the canal transportation in Bianliang was almost half stagnant in winter, in a year, excluding the time of congestion, the canal transportation was only in normal operation for about 240 days. After winter, the canal was prone to freezing and the transportation was almost completely stopped.

Without the canal transport economy, many migrant workers would go back home to celebrate the New Year, so the city seemed much more depressed.

However, even with heavy snow, street business did not stop.

Zhao Jun and others found a noodle shop. They set up a stall on the street and built a tent. Business was not very good after winter. Apart from Zhao Jun and his friends, there was only one other table of people.

"Boss, six bowls of soup noodles, and three baskets of dim sum, please."

"Okay."

The shopkeeper responded and started to serve.

Just at this moment, two women came out of a street shop holding a little girl.

Passing by the soup noodle shop, one of the girls looked at Zhao Jun frequently, walked more than ten meters away, and whispered a few words to the girl on the other side. Then they pulled the girl back and sat at the table next to Zhao Jun and the others.

"Boss, give me three bowls of wontons."

The older woman, who seemed to be the girl's mother, sat with her back to the crowd, while the young woman faced Zhao Jun.

She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a sweet face. She would look over from time to time and stare at Zhao Jun's face.

Di Qing and others naturally noticed that the girl seemed to have taken a fancy to the dean.

Dean Zhi was handsome, and when he walked on the streets of Bianliang, there were women who would look at him sideways. This situation was not uncommon.

But it was obvious that Zhao Jun's mind was not on these things. He still held up his chin and frowned.

At this moment, the little girl came over mischievously and said in a baby voice, "Master, why are you sitting here with a frown on your face? Is something on your mind?"

Zhao Jun was startled awake. He lowered his head and found that it was a little girl, about eight or nine years old. She looked very cute. He smiled and said, "Little girl, how do you know what's on my mind?"

"It was my aunt who told my mother that the way the master frowned was very handsome, but it made people feel a little sad."

The little girl's words made the girl at the next table so embarrassed that she almost crawled to the ground.

She just wanted to see the handsome guy, but she never expected that her niece would run to the next table and sell her out.

“Hahahahahahaha.”

Zhao Jun laughed out loud and rubbed the little girl's head. Then he noticed the two women at the next table. Seeing that they were the two women bringing the little girl out, he said, "Why are only your mother and aunt bringing you out? Aren't you afraid of danger for three women walking on the street?"

"Don't be afraid!"

The little girl puffed out her chest and said, "Mother said that a man named Zhao Qingtian came to Bianliang. He beat away many bad guys and allowed us girls to go out."

"Yeah?"

Zhao Jun was stunned.

"yes."

The little girl's pigtails twitched as she spoke, looking adorable. She pointed in the direction of a distant street and said, "That Zhao Qingtian lives in our Qingtaifang. With him around, we won't have to worry about being kidnapped by bad guys just walking down the street like before. That's what my mother said."

“So that’s how it is.”

Zhao Jun muttered to himself twice, and then the gloom in his heart suddenly dissipated. A sunny and bright smile appeared on his face. He raised his head and looked up at the sky and said, "Yes, perhaps this is what Zhao Qingtian should do."

His eyes, which were confused at the beginning, gradually became determined. Some things might be difficult, but no matter what, he still had to do it, even if it was as difficult as climbing to the sky, he would have no regrets!

I'm stuck for writing. I haven't been able to type a few words all day today, because we have actually reached the second stage, that is, the protagonist goes to the grassroots level, to inspect various parts of the Song Dynasty, and to chop off heads in various parts of the Song Dynasty (to show off). Then it is divided into three story lines. Zhao Zhen and other supporting characters are governing in Bianliang, the protagonist is causing trouble everywhere, and Fan Zhongyan goes to the northwest to fight. The three lines are parallel, but there are still a few transition chapters in the middle. It is really troublesome to write such transition chapters. I have only written them now. Please forgive me.

(End of this chapter)