The vendor selling candied hawthorns held up a straw basket filled with candied hawthorns. The hawthorns on the basket were bright red, coated with a crystal-clear sugar coating, like little rubies.
The vendor shouted at the top of his lungs, "Sweet and crispy candied hawthorns! If they're not sweet, you don't have to pay!"
Several children were gathered around the stall, their faces red from the cold, their eyes fixed on the tempting candied hawthorns, their mouths practically watering.
Its little body was still trembling slightly in the cold wind, but it still couldn't bear to leave.
At the entrance of the fabric shop, the owner, with a beaming smile, enthusiastically introduced the newly arrived patterns to passersby.
He kept gesturing with his hands, saying, "Look at this material, it's soft yet sturdy, perfect for making winter clothes!"
Pedestrians stopped to look, reaching out to touch the fabric, their faces showing satisfaction.
The people's faces were filled with peaceful smiles, and their steps were light, seemingly unaffected by the battle at the front.
Looking at the scene before her, Qin Qianluo's lips unconsciously curled up, her eyes sparkled with a gentle light, and her mood became pleasant.
As she passed by a teahouse, Qin Qianluo heard the passionate voice of a storyteller coming from inside. The voice was melodious and captivating.
Her curiosity was piqued, and she involuntarily stopped in her tracks. She listened intently and was pleasantly surprised to find that the story being told was about Mu Guiying taking command.
These stories originated from her childhood when she was bored and wrote them down from memory, stroke by stroke.
She was sitting by the window, sunlight streaming onto the paper, immersed in memories and writing.
Unexpectedly, these stories spread and became a source of amusement for ordinary people during their leisure time.
Recalling the scene of writing these stories when she was a child, Qin Qianluo's eyes were full of nostalgia, and the past years flashed through her mind like a movie.
Seeing that Qin Qianluo was listening intently with a smile in her eyes, Yao Guang tiptoed over to ask the teahouse owner if there were any private rooms available.
After reserving the seats, she returned to Qin Qianluo's side and gently tugged at Qin Qianluo's sleeve, indicating that everything was arranged.
As the two entered the teahouse, a rich aroma of tea wafted towards them, carrying a subtle floral fragrance that was truly delightful.
After finding a private room with a great view, Qin Qianluo leaned back in her chair and looked out at the bustling street outside the window, where cars and people were coming and going.
Looking again at the freshly brewed, steaming tea on the table, the tea soup was clear and bright, and the tea leaves unfurled in the water like graceful fairies, filling my heart with peace.
After a captivating story of Mu Guiying taking command was told, the teahouse fell silent for a moment.
Everyone seemed still immersed in the grand battlefield and heroic spirit of the story, unable to extricate themselves.
Immediately afterwards, a lively discussion broke out. An old man dressed in coarse linen clothes shook his head and his long beard trembled as he reminisced about Mu Guiying's heroic feat of breaking through the Heavenly Gate Formation.
He muttered to himself, "That Mu Guiying is truly a heroine among women. Her skill in arranging troops is in no way inferior to that of men!"
Several young people at the next table were excited, gesturing with their hands to mimic the fighting movements of Mu Guiying wielding her spear in the story, while engaging in lively discussion.
"Mu Guiying is so impressive! I wish I could have such abilities!"
In the corner, a young woman looked disappointed and muttered softly, "I was really enjoying the story, how could it end so soon? It was too short. I can't wait for tomorrow."
However, the storyteller had already smiled and gotten up to leave; if you wanted to hear the rest, you would have to wait until tomorrow.
Through the carved wooden window of the private room, Qin Qianluo quietly watched the people downstairs.
The afternoon sun slanted into the teahouse, bathing everyone in a warm glow.
They chatted as if they hadn't had enough, their words filled with love for the story and admiration for the heroes.
Or they might get up to leave, their steps light, their faces still showing satisfaction and joy after listening to the story.
Seeing this, Qin Qianluo lowered her eyes and fell into deep thought. Governing a country now cannot only focus on increasing national strength, ensuring the people's basic needs are met, and improving military power.
The entertainment life of ordinary people also needs to be valued. Behind this seemingly bustling and lively street market lies a gap in the spiritual and cultural needs of the people.
For a long time, people's lives have revolved around labor and survival, with a lack of entertainment options and a relatively barren spiritual world.
Enriching this aspect would not only improve people's sense of well-being but also subtly enhance national cohesion.
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