I didn't intend to be a Fairy

Dayan's commodity economy is the most developed in all dynasties. Cuiyun Corridor is an important traffic route, and tea shops along the way are indispensable. In particular, there are the most tea shops.

Tea shops are just needed on Guanma Avenue.

Toward Yidu, the more you go, the more you go.

These tea shops can not only provide a place to rest and drink water, but some also provide simple food, which is better than the dry food brought. The tea provided also has different grades. The most common one is clear water with salt. It tastes like tea. If you pay more, you can also drink boiled tea sold in the city. As for the taste, it depends on the craftsmanship and conscience of the shopkeeper. .

Song You didn't go far. He saw a tea shop in front of him, and there were quite a few people. The steam rising from the steamer was quite a temptation for mountain travelers, so he sat down and ordered a bowl of tea and two steamed cakes. , Only then did the merchants open the money bags that the merchants gave themselves.

The inside is full of broken silver, and I can't tell how heavy it is.

A rough estimate, about ten or two.

As a common currency in circulation in this world, silver has only begun in this dynasty. Before that, people rarely used silver for business. This is convenient for people like Song You who travel far. However, at present, the folks still mostly use Dayan Tongbao, that is, copper coins, which are converted into money when using silver.

The last time I went down the mountain, one tael of silver was converted into nearly one thousand taels.

Going out yesterday almost emptied Guanli's savings, and brought a total of nineteen taels of silver, which is always a lot of copper coins, so the old man will not be able to go down the mountain to buy meat for a while.

Adding up seems to be a lot of money.

However, Dayan's business is prosperous, there are many things to buy, many places to spend money, many rich people, many jobs, and even higher average salary. It won't take long.

Song You didn't bring many things with him when he left, and everything had to be prepared on the road. Once there were too many things, he would probably have to buy another horse and mule.

Song You plans to buy it when he arrives in Yidu.

Although the tea-horse trade market in Yizhou is controlled by the government, private trading is not allowed according to the regulations, but buying horses and mules in Yidu is still cheaper than other places. I heard that a good-looking Southwest horse only costs about 20,000 Mules will be cheaper.

It's not bad to buy a horse mule...

While thinking about it, the tea has already come up.

A bowl of the best tea in the shop, full of mess and everything, two steamed cakes, bigger than a fist, raw light yellow dough, steaming.

Song You took a sip of the steamed cake and a sip of tea, while aiming at the other guests.

Most of the people sitting here are merchants and pedestrians, and there are also some people from the rivers and lakes. They may be silent when they are on the road, but they will chat when they sit down.

Some people talked about the recent tea horse market, some people said that the autumn will open soon, some people talked about which temples have ghosts, which mountain roads have demons, some people talked about temple fairs, and people from the rivers and lakes talked about the grand gatherings in the rivers and lakes, and this bowl of tea. The same mess, outlining a corner of the world.

Song You ate and drank slowly, listening quietly.

The tea table was covered with starch, and was full of spots of sunlight.

The tea at this time is not clear tea, the tea soup is thick, and with these two steamed cakes, Song You is almost full after eating, so he asks the shopkeeper to pay.

A total of more than ten texts, tea is more expensive than steamed cakes.

Song You counted the money and asked by the way: "Shopkeeper, how far is this place from Yidu?"

"It's nearly 400 miles, and it has to pass through four counties."

"Four hundred miles..."

According to Song You's self-feeling, Dayan's mile is not as long as the mile in his previous life, four hundred meters can reach the sky, and it is not a big problem to walk a hundred and eighty miles a day with good feet.

"Is there a hotel up ahead?"

"Go to Yidu, the nearest carriage and horse shop is sixty miles away, and the foot trip can catch up." The shopkeeper took the money from him and watched him count it, so he stopped counting and picked it up, " But there are two temples on the road, both of which are empty, and if I ask you, the chariot shop may not sleep better than the temple.”

"I see."

In this era, many temples accept lodging, especially Buddhist temples, which are extremely functional, far more than pure and simple as worshiping Buddha and offering incense.

But the empty temple on the side of the road...

Song You glanced at the two tables of quacks next to him.

Should be their first choice, right?

After thanking the shopkeeper, Song You continued on the road.

Gradually, the sun has passed three poles, and the weather today is as good as yesterday, and the Cuiyun Corridor under the sun is unbelievably beautiful.

If you have a leisurely mind, walking in it is actually a kind of enjoyment.

Song You followed the porters for a while, and he walked as fast as they walked. Someone is leading in front, and walking can save a lot of mental energy.

Sometimes he followed them to find the small stream and mountain spring beside the ancient road, and saw them drinking water with his hand, and he also drank it with his hand. Sometimes he saw them stop and rest, and chatted with them in this Taoist robe, asking for directions. Long, listening to the customs and dialects of other places is a harvest.

In the afternoon, the sun continued to burn, and the cicadas sang loudly. It was completely impossible to see that there was heavy rain and fog yesterday, and there were ghosts in the fog.

When Song You stopped to rest, he couldn't help it for a while, and took a nap for a while.

When I woke up, the group of dark and skinny porters had long disappeared, leaving only the empty bluestone ancient road with light spots in the shade, and a series of small pits in the middle of the bluestone slabs, extending to the depth of the ancient tree-lined road. I can't see the end in the direction I'm going.

Song You had no choice but to pack his bags and walk along these small pits alone again.

He had just seen—

Those porters leaned on bamboo and wooden sticks, like inheritance, and stuck in these pits with precision every time, as if they were not only walking the same way as the ancestors of porters thousands of years ago, but even their steps were the same big.

Thousands of years of water dripping through stone have created an indelible brand on this road. Isn't this a kind of inheritance?

Walking like this, I feel that every stone slab and every ancient cypress under my feet is a witness of time. Song You's eyes flickered, and he remembered what Master said the day before yesterday:

"Do you think meditating, breathing, reading and practicing in this mountain is called practice?"

As soon as Song You heard it, she knew that she wanted to go down the mountain.

When she was young, this old Taoist also traveled all over the great rivers and traveled all over the world, and because of this, she has a good body of Taoism. She never thinks that sitting dry is equal to practicing. In addition, Song You had known for a long time that people from Fulong Temple would travel down the mountain from generation to generation, with some advantages and disadvantages, but there were no exceptions.

Sure enough, I heard her say again soon:

"You should go down the mountain, to travel all over the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, to see the world and life, to visit famous mountain masters, to meet ghosts and ghosts, to see the real world that you can't see on the mountain. If you practice well, you may be able to find something you are interested in."

So she knows all about it...

Let's go down the mountain, Song You also wants to see how many interesting things there are in this world besides monsters and ghosts.

Before I knew it, it was getting dusk.

Song You stood still in front of a temple by the road, shook his luggage, looked up at the couplets on both sides of the gate of the temple, and could not help but whisper:

"Who doesn't go this way?

"I advise you not to do that!"

This is a self-built village temple in a nearby village. There is a room in which many gods are worshipped. There are both Buddhism and Taoism, and there are also local gods. There are names and taboos written on the back of each statue, and some life stories are also written.

The village temple is not far from Cuiyun Corridor, and travelers often spend the night here.

Song You has decided to stay here tonight.

Stepping into the gate, there was still incense burning, Song You saluted the gods first, said "excuse me", then found a corner far from the gate, bent down to blow off the ashes on the ground, and sat down cross-legged against the wall .

The ground was ice-cold and gradually warmed up.

Later, another seven or eight people arrived one after another, as Song You guessed, almost all of them were Jiang Hu people, armed with knives and swords.

There is no way for them to stay here.

In order to restrict the flow of people in the past dynasties, people are usually not allowed to walk freely, but these regulations are only valid for honest people. Businessmen, Jianghu people and ascetics like Song You have their own methods.

Merchants coming and going have legitimate needs, and there is a way to guide them, and they are taking the officially approved way.

Some Jianghu people have guides, some don't, and they have their own ways, but it's not easy to stay in a hotel halfway, so they have to figure out their own way.

Fortunately, there are many temples in Dayan, no matter whether there are people or not, most of them can stay overnight, just don't find those obscene temples and evil priests. There are many warriors with high martial arts skills and courage, and even dare to sleep in a ruined temple with ghosts.

The temple next to the official road is naturally serious.

Maybe it's because they are disliked by the government, or maybe it's because they value human sophistication. When these Jianghu people meet together, no matter whether they know each other or have heard of them before, they say hello to each other, and they can chat with each other soon. . Even if the personality is quiet, when someone comes to greet him, he will immediately return the greeting, and he will not dare to neglect at all, for fear of spreading the word and ruining his reputation.

The men were very noisy and talked late into the night.

Some people came to bother Song You, but after finding out that Song You and them were not in the same way, they didn't care about him anymore.

Song You is not afraid.

Although these Jiang Hu people seem to be fierce, they are actually very particular about their actions, and in this world, even if bandits meet monks and Taoists, most of them will not make things difficult for them.

Not only that, if Song You passed by a tea shop during the day, if he really had no money, he would only ask for a bowl of coarse tea with his clothes, and his success rate would be very high. If it's a good word, there is a high probability that I can get a steamed pancake.

After tossing like this until midnight, I finally fell asleep.

The night in the mountains is extremely quiet, only the wind blowing on the door panels and the snoring of strangers in the river and lake not far away.

Before he knew it, Song You had a dream.

It was still this temple in the dream, the statues and layout were roughly the same, except that there were no people from the rivers and lakes who were lying around. If you look closely, there is also one less statue on the altar, which is a relatively marginal local god.

Instead, there was one more person in front of him.

This person was dressed in a merchant's clothes, but the colors were colorful, and he had an honest face, red as a jujube, his figure seemed to be seen clearly, but his appearance was similar to the missing statue.

Before going to bed, Song You carefully looked at these statues, especially those local gods, and knew that this one was called Wang Shangong, and he was regarded as a local yin god.

Mr. Wang Shan was originally from the former dynasty, and his family was rich. At that time, there was a famine all over the country, and starvation was everywhere. This Wang Shan released grain in open warehouses to help refugees. In the end, he may have misjudged the intensity of the famine, and his family ran out of food. starve. Later, the local people were grateful for his kindness and built a temple for him. Even after the court knew about it, they also canonized him. Now he is a serious god.

Before he could think about it, Wang Shangong saluted him first:

"Take the liberty to disturb your honor, this is polite."

"Why did Mr. Shan look for his subordinates in the middle of the night?"