We hurried out of the city before curfew and sat on the mule cart, watching the stars move in the sky. The surroundings were empty and silent.
Suo'er opened his eyes wide and leaned against the edge of the car frame. He lifted the curtain and saw several stars connected in a line at the end of the sky. He excitedly prepared to call his shopkeeper to come and see it. But when he turned around, he saw his shopkeeper leaning against the bed with his head tilted, and in a few breaths he fell asleep like a pig.
Suo'er took off her coat and put it on her boss with a distressed look on her face. She crossed her arms and half-opened the curtain and asked, "Brother Gou, when can we get home?"
Tuesday the dog whipped, "I can't go fast on the mountain road, I'll be home by daybreak!"
Suo'er said "Oh" and stuck his head out again, "Then Gou Ge, please be steady, the shopkeeper just fell asleep. He hasn't slept much these past few days."
Tuesday Dog waved his hands randomly, "I know, I know...you are the only sensible one!"
While perfunctorily doing this, Zhou Ergou secretly straightened his back, wrapped the reins around him a few times, and held them firmly in his palm.
Xianjin has a habit of falling asleep as soon as he gets on the bus and waking up as soon as the bus stops. This makes him a very suitable person to join a sunset tour group.
As soon as the mule cart stopped, Xianjin opened his eyes hazily, lifted the curtain, and saw the vague plaque of the city gate "Youzhou" in the faint light.
It’s still the name of Mr. Qiao.
Xianjin pursed his lips, turned around and asked Zhou Ergou, "You're not allowed in?"
No one is allowed to enter the city gate until the curfew is over.
Xianjin was prepared to stay outside the city gate. "...I remember there is an inn three or five miles away. How about we go there to rest?"
Before Zhou Ergou could say anything, he heard the guard's respectful voice coming from outside the carriage, "Is it Mr. He from Chen Ji?"
Tuesday the dog sighed, not quite used to the gatekeeper's nice attitude.
Then she heard the city gate creaking as it opened a tiny gap just for her, which was just enough for the mule cart to pass. Xianjin lifted the curtain and squinted to peek, and saw Chen Jianfang standing under a huge lantern with his hands behind his back, his head slightly lowered, his lower jaw hidden under his gentle eyebrows, like a carefully drawn oval, without any edges or sharpness.
Xianjin woke up, but his mind was still not clear, and he blurted out, "What are you doing here so early? Fighting ghosts or catching chickens?"
When Chen Jianfang looked up, he saw Xian Jinzheng sticking to the car window in a daze, with a line of suspicious shiny liquid hanging from the corner of his mouth. A subtle emotion arose in his heart - the girl didn't come home all night, and he was so anxious that he waited at the city gate for three hours, and accompanied the soldiers guarding the city all night. Later, the soldiers went to sleep, and he didn't dare to, for fear that no one would open the door for them when they came back.
She is...
——There was a line of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.
Chen Jianfang turned around and bowed to the soldier guarding the gate, "Thank you for opening the door." He then handed over a silver coin.
The soldier took it with a smile, bowing lower than Chen Jianfang, "You're welcome, you're welcome!"
The attitude is very respectful.
Money is one thing.
What matters is people.
Haven't you heard about the rumor that's now spreading like wildfire in the county, that Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard has collapsed, and the scholars inside have scattered like birds and beasts, and that the scholars in the entire county are now counting on the second son of the Chen family to make a name for themselves - it's just a small matter of opening the city gate three quarters of an hour earlier, it doesn't matter if it's opened early or late, so what's wrong with giving Hope Star a favor?
The city gates were closed, and the entrance was bustling with people waiting in line to go out of the city to attend the market, as well as vendors selling breakfast.
Xianjin sniffed the oily and fragrant scent in the air and took a deep breath.
"Are you hungry?" Chen Jianfang's voice sounded in the mule cart at the right time.
Why aren’t you hungry?
When you visit an important person's house, you can't just eat as much as you can.
A dung beetle held the bowl and ate three bowls of rice.
This picture is so beautiful.
Xianjin touched his belly, lifted the curtain to look at the breakfast stall with fried dough sticks and sesame balls in a large frying pan, then looked at the Star of Hope, who had an indifferent expression and was walking beside the mule cart with his head slightly lowered.
Why doesn't he get in the car?
The first question arose in Xianjin’s mind.
Was he going to follow the mule cart all the way back to the old house?
Xianjin slowly came up with a second question.
"Let's go eat soy milk and fried dough sticks." Xianjin pursed her lips and smiled, stopped Zhou Ergou, lifted her skirt, jumped off the mule cart in two steps, and took the initiative to walk towards Chen Jianfang.
Since he wants to walk, let's walk together.
It's not like she's lame.
Xianjin asked Zhou Ergou and Suo'er to go back first, "…go back and catch up on some sleep first, you've been traveling all night!"
After Xianjin walked away, Zhou Ergou, who was driving the mule cart, suddenly woke up from his dream and said, "No."
Zhou Er Gou was indignant, "We can also eat soy milk and fried dough sticks, and then go back to sleep!"
Suo'er was stunned. It was rare for him to share the same hatred with Zhou Ergou. "How can the shopkeeper eat alone?"
Xianjin and Chen Jianfang, who were eating alone, ordered a bowl of soy milk and two fried dough sticks each. The soy milk was not much different from that in later generations, and the aroma of the beans was even stronger. Xianjin scooped a small spoonful of brown sugar and put it into the soy milk, then tore the fried dough sticks into small pieces and put them into the soy milk.
The fried dough sticks are soaked in soy milk. Pick them up with chopsticks. The crispy shell has not softened completely, but the pores produced by fermentation inside are wrapped with soy milk like a delicious sponge.
Xianjin sat next to someone who got up early to work, working quickly, one piece at a time.
Chen Jianfang had not slept all night and had no appetite, so he silently scooped up a small dish of pickled bamboo shoots and placed it in front of Xianjin.
The people of Star of Hope are pretty nice!
Not only is he frugal in entertaining guests, he is also very caring.
He really did, she cried to death!
Xianjin looked up and gave the Star of Hope a smile that smelled like fried dough sticks.
Chen Jianfang couldn't help but laugh along.
It was like the struggle half a month ago, which was tacitly wiped out in the smoke of fried dough sticks and soy milk.
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