I became an old man in my leisure time

The sun sets in the west, leaving only a small part of it to release red light, dyeing the sunset glow red. Google search reading

The white mist tornado shrinks steadily, and the fish, insects, monsters and people in it are all clear and vivid.

Except for the whole body being white, the rest is the same as the entity.

Xiong Xiaoxiao nodded secretly: This person is talented and has a strong character. The awakened spirituality is very solid, and the medicinal power of the Purple Light Three Treasures Pill is almost not wasted!

In the end, the white mist tornado completely sank into Wang Erdan's body, and the Hukou Waterfall returned to its past appearance, turning into a large piece of white silk again, and rumbling down.

Wang Erdan's figure slowly floated out of the mist,

The mist flowed naturally outside his body, and he was like a part of the mist, without getting even a hair wet.

Landing not far from Xiong Xiaoxiao, he clasped his fists and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Miss Xiong, for saving my life. I am very grateful. I will do whatever you ask in the future."

Xiong Xiaoxiao looked at him again and shook her head: "Thank the immortal mountain if you want to thank me. Without the precious pill given by the immortal mountain, I can't save you."

After a pause, she continued: "You have just been promoted. It is best to find a blessed place to retreat for a few months to lay a solid foundation. Take care of yourself in the future and don't waste your own talents and opportunities."

As she spoke, her figure flashed and appeared hundreds of feet away in an instant. After a few times, she returned to the bicycle.

A faint purple light emerged, and the bicycle pressed over the surface of the Tianhe River, crossed it, and headed straight to the south.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, there was only the slender figure, free and easy, singing casually: "The long road is as hard as iron, but now I start from the beginning. From the beginning, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood."

Wang Erdan: ... Good guy, girl, you also listen to the immortal mountain poems.

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Xiong Xiaoxiao didn’t know that she had a “like-minded person” for no reason, and she didn’t care about helping Wang Erdan to advance—there will be many more martial saints in the future, and now these are just a step ahead.

After resting for a night in a nearby city, she rode her bicycle slowly the next day and continued to go south.

The Far North Outer Region, the Northern Desert, and the former Dawu Courtyard all belong to the northern part of Daxin, and after crossing the Tianhe River, they are getting closer and closer to the southern part of Daxin.

Of course, it can also be said that this is the central part of Daxin.

The Banshan Villa, which has been established for many years, can already affect the climate of tens of thousands of miles.

The magical effect cannot be compared with the blessed land, but at least the weather is good and there are few disasters.

In addition, it is the heartland of the former Dawu, and various city facilities are ready, and people’s livelihood recovers very quickly.

In the Far North and the Northern Desert, you can still feel that the land is vast and sparsely populated, but it is absolutely impossible in the central part of Daxin.

Almost every ten or twenty miles, you can see small villages and towns, and there are small and medium-sized cities in more than a hundred miles.

There were endless carriages and pedestrians on the official road, and people could be seen everywhere on the country roads.

The loneliness that Xiong Xiaoxiao had accumulated during her previous journey immediately disappeared without a trace.

At this time, she also realized the beauty of riding a bicycle.

You can ride at any speed as you like, and you can set up the bicycle at any time and stop to play temporarily, which is much more leisurely than walking in the air.

It was summer at this time. After the temperature recovered, the central part of Daxin was just a short break after the busy spring farming season.

Well, it was not so free.

In the past, spring sacrificial activities such as the Qingmiao Festival and the Spring Sowing Festival in March were traditions for hundreds of years, but due to weather reasons, they became busy farming seasons.

But these festivals are both a ritual and a collective entertainment activity, which is of great benefit to social stability.

No one was willing to give up, so they were slightly postponed and held after the busy spring farming season.

When Xiong Xiaoxiao passed through the Far North and the Northern Desert, there were few people there, and the climate there was different, so the time of holding was different from that in the central region.

The central region has influenced each other, and basically all of them start in early May, turning into a summer festival.

When riding by, you can often see people in small villages and towns dragging their children, calling friends and heading towards small and medium-sized cities to participate in summer sacrificial activities.

The extremely stable political situation in Daxin, the basically good weather, and the fact that there has been no attack by the demon army for many years have made people's lives richer.

Not to mention comprehensive well-off, but every family has food and new clothes every year.

When life gets better, the people's consumption needs will naturally increase, both material and spiritual needs.

Along the way, there are not only people wearing new clothes and new shoes, and the whole family is out, but also hardworking craftsmen who bring their own labor results and take advantage of the east wind of the summer sacrifice to clear their warehouses.

Xiong Xiaoxiao rode her bike and stopped more and more often.

First, she saw a farmer carrying a straw bundle with red, yellow, green, and purple candied haws on it.

As the farmer walked, he kept talking to the child beside him: "When daddy gets to the city, he will sell all these candied haws, and he can buy an extra piece of cloth to make new clothes and shoes for you and your mother. If there is extra money, I will buy you a beautiful lantern, the windmill lantern you wanted last time, how about it?"

His wife just smiled and nodded subconsciously, obviously very satisfied with her husband's arrangement.

The child clapped his hands and then made a new request: "Xiao Pang and his friends said that windmill lanterns are not popular this year, and they said flying dragon lanterns are the best."

Flying dragon lanterns... seem to be one of the most expensive ones? The farmer looked embarrassed and mumbled: "Ah, then go and have a look, and buy it if you have enough money."

Xiong Xiaoxiao found it interesting and rode his bike to catch up with the family and walked parallel to the farmer: "Peddler, how much are your candied haws?"

The farmer stopped and turned around, and saw her stepping on the ground with one foot and supporting the ground with the other.

After paying more attention to the bicycle, he suddenly found that it was made of high-quality ironwood, and the craftsmanship was also extraordinary. It was made very beautifully. Ordinary people really couldn't bear to spend money on such a "toy".

Realizing that this would be a good seller, he immediately showed a bright smile on his face: "All of them are two big coins per string. Which one do you want, I'll give it to you."

Xiong Xiaoxiao reached out from his waist and threw a silver ingot over.

The farmer subconsciously caught the silver, and felt his hand empty, and the straw bundle was taken away.

Xiong Xiaoxiao's voice came: "I want them all."

The farmer looked at the silver ingot in his hand and couldn't help but chase after her: "Girl, you gave too much."

Xiong Xiaoxiao just carried her own handful of candied haws and walked forward leisurely: "The extra ones will be used to make new clothes for your wife and children."

The farmer was speechless, and after a while he looked at his wife beside him: "This..."

The wife smiled and pinched him: "Let's go, the summer sacrifice is about to begin."

The farmer smiled and stuffed the silver ingot into her hand: "When you see the right fabric, you can buy it."

"And my flying dragon lantern." The child hurriedly declared his presence.

Farmer: "Ah?"

Xiong Xiaoxiao inserted the straw handle diagonally on the rear frame, took a red naiguo candied haws with his backhand, and took a bite.

The slightly yellow and transparent straw candy brought a rich sweetness, among which was the raw, crisp and slightly sour red naiguo flesh, which diluted some of the sweetness.

She puffed her cheeks and chewed with a crackling sound, and thought the taste was okay.

Sometimes things don’t have to be very delicious, as long as they are suitable.

This bunch of candied haws is a small toy to pass the time on the road.

Occasionally, when she meets greedy children, Xiong Xiaoxiao will give them the sourest hawthorn and green plum candied haws.

Then, looking at the children who are sweet at the first bite and wrinkled with sourness at the second bite, she is particularly satisfied: Ah, the taste of childhood!

These children are similar to those children at home. They don’t know that free things have to be paid for.

Xiong Xiaoxiao is magnanimous and willing to teach others. She helped them feel the dangers of this world early on, which is also a great merit.

Eat and send along the way, and buy some interesting little things by the way.

There is a windmill made of grass leaves, which is stuck on the front of the car and whirrs as it moves forward. It is quite interesting.

There is also a backpack made by the villagers, which can be placed on the rear rack as a storage frame, and I bought it.

By the way, I asked for a hemp rope and tied it to the rear rack.

Fried dough balls? Buy it and stick it on the straw handle.

Osmanthus cake? Take a box, throw it in the backpack and eat it slowly.

Fried twisted dough sticks? Take a pack, keep throwing it in the backpack and eat it.

Little sugar men? Buy a few and stick them on the straw.

She gave them away while buying.

This child is cute, give her a sugar man.

This child is ugly, sorry, keep drooling.

She even took a few more bites of the snacks, pretending that they were delicious.

The poor ugly child burst into tears, calling his parents repeatedly, asking for snacks.

Xiong Xiaoxiao felt more and more relaxed.

Fighting with monsters for many years is not as fun as educating the bear children, at least their cries are more beautiful than the screams of monsters.

They walked and stopped along the way, and arrived at a medium-sized city before nightfall.

Tonight, the city is open and the doors are open, and the lights are on, and the whole city is celebrating.

Many businesses were closed, but restaurants, inns, teahouses, and music halls were decorated with lights and colors, and the noise was far greater than before.

In addition, there were pre-designated temporary stalls everywhere in the streets and alleys, all of which were small stalls.

There were people selling clothes and fabrics, and there were also people selling tools, utensils, and furniture, and the prices were much cheaper than usual.

Many people don’t know when the festival promotion started, but the birthplace was Taiping City and Bihai City.

Now it has spread to the whole of Daxin and has become a common thing for the people and businesses during the festival.

There are also various snack stalls, which are madly emitting the aroma of food to passers-by, making people swallow their saliva subconsciously.

Xiong Xiaoxiao added more strength and finally sent away all the messy little pieces on the straw handle, leaving only the grass leaf windmill still slowly rotating on the front of the car.

The blood was released silently, unloading the crowded crowd, and finally found a small stall, and rushed in with the car.

The busy stall owner was startled, then smiled bitterly: "Girl, my place is small, so I can't provide parking."

Xiong Xiaoxiao didn't care, and threw the bicycle casually, and the whole bicycle was hung on the second-floor railing of the building where the stall was leaning against.

Stadium owner: "...What do you want to eat, girl?"

Xiong Xiaoxiao clapped his hands to remove the non-existent dust: "One of each."

The stall owner responded very readily: "Okay, one of the whole set."

As he said, his movements accelerated again, and he quickly finished the previous "orders" so that he could concentrate on serving the new big customer.

As for whether he could eat or not, it was not a problem.

Martial arts are flourishing, as long as you reach the second wheel, there are many people who can eat, regardless of gender.

This is not a real restaurant, it's just some snacks, it's not that easy to hold on.

His hands moved quickly, and he didn't forget to ask: "Can the girl eat spicy food?"

"Yes, spicy food." Xiong Xiaoxiao decided, but asked with some concern: "Is your chili authentic? If it's not spicy, I won't pay."

The boss looked wronged: "Girl, my family's chili is all authentic Xishan Chaotian pepper, and the oil-splashed chili craftsmanship has been passed down for three generations. It is guaranteed to be fragrant and spicy. After eating one bowl, you will want a second bowl."

After a pause, he added: "If you can't eat spicy food, hehe, you have to go home quickly with that bowl."

Xiong Xiaoxiao blinked when he heard it: "Xishan Chaotian pepper? It seems not as spicy as the Blue Sea Hellfire, right?"

The boss's hand trembled as he was pouring oil on the chili: "Girl, I dare to use Hellfire to make oil-splashed chili here, but few people dare to eat it."

Xiong Xiaoxiao was speechless.

The Blue Sea Hellfire is a special species. If a second-round master eats it, he will have to squat on the toilet and suffer for half an hour.

At least a third-round strongman can suppress the powerful lethality with blood and get rid of this terrible consequence.

However, Xiong Xiaoxiao dared to mention Hellfire, which also made the boss speculate a little bit - ordinary people would not discuss Hellfire at a roadside stall, let alone a woman, unless she was really fine after eating it.

So, this is the third round of strongmen? The boss thought so in his heart, and had already handed over the first snack in his hand: "Here comes the hot and sour cold noodles, girl, please try it."

Unconsciously, he even used honorifics.

Xiong Xiaoxiao did not pay attention to this. As her seniority became higher and higher, more and more people around her used honorifics to her, and she was used to it.

She pulled out the chopsticks from the chopstick holder on the small table, swept the blood and directly peeled a layer of bamboo chopsticks, and then used the chopsticks to mix the cold noodles.

The so-called cold noodles are actually a general term for rolled noodles, noodles, rice noodles, and stuffed noodles, not a specific type.

The cold noodles in this shop are shaped like wide noodles, slightly white and transparent, with a strong taste and are quite chewy.

The seasonings include balsamic vinegar and chili oil. The white cold noodles are covered with fiery red chili oil, and bean sprouts and chopped celery are mixed in. The spicy and sour taste is a little bit spicy, and the taste is very tempting.

The chili oil made from Xishan Chaotian pepper cannot be compared with the spiciness of the Blue Sea Hellfire, but the fragrance is indeed authentic.

The boss's boast of the three-generation ancestral craftsmanship is not necessarily a lie.

Xiong Xiaoxiao tasted it slowly and praised: "Your craftsmanship is really good, it's quite interesting."

This sounds like a compliment, but it doesn't seem to be completely true. The boss looked confused, but he didn't stop working: "If the girl likes it, it's great."

He then handed over another bowl: "A portion of sweet and sour jelly."

Xiong Xiaoxiao picked up a bowl and tasted it: "The taste is a bit similar."

Boss: "...Then change it for you? This one won't cost you."

Xiong Xiaoxiao waved her hand: "No, eat them all, it's normal to have similar tastes, just serve them one by one."

"Thank you for your understanding, girl." The boss couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: Well, it seems that this guy is just a little picky and speaks a little "straightforward", everything else is fine.

Le Wen