I didn't intend to be a Fairy

It was midsummer in the third year of Da'an.

The scenery along the road has changed dramatically.

The vast and clean world of the Western Regions and Xingzhou has become narrow and chaotic, with hills everywhere and different shapes, making it difficult for people to see the horizon at a glance like in Xingzhou of the Western Regions, but there are very few big mountains.

The grass and forests beside the road are lush. They are different from the bare alpine grasslands that are common in Xingzhou, and also different from the neat alpine forests in the Western Regions. Instead, they are rich in species, with all kinds of wild grasses and trees intertwined wildly. They are all in their prime at this time of year. Occasionally, small flowers bloom and wild fruits are produced.

The official roads are obviously better built than those in the Western Regions, and the roads are obviously more prosperous than those in Xingzhou. In Xingzhou, there are sometimes no roads, and even if there are roads, no pedestrians can be seen all day long, only the vast grasslands and heaven and earth.

But there are no camels here.

They mainly use short southwestern horses, donkeys and mules, and the goods they carry are mainly tea.

Tea-Horse Road.

After more than half a year, Taoist and his party have passed through Xingzhou and entered Yizhou.

When walking on the mountain road, the cluttered mountains and vegetation block people's sight, and people often can't see the people in front and behind. Unlike Xiyu and Xingzhou, you can see someone in front of you from a long distance but you can't catch up with him in a day. The business travelers here are less than a mile away, and sometimes they can't be seen. They can only hear the sound of bells coming from the mountains in front and behind, and the sound of people scolding horses and mules, so they can tell that they are not alone.

"Let's rest for a while."

The Taoist picked an old tree and walked towards it.

There is an open space under the old tree, which is obviously brighter than other places. The fallen leaves have been pushed to the side, and the floating dust has been wiped clean. It is obvious that people often rest here.

After unloading the horse's luggage, he sat down in this open space and leaned back, just leaning against the tree trunk.

It was fine while walking, but when I stopped like this, I realized how busy this road was.

The bells and shouts coming from the left and right almost never stopped, getting closer and farther away. I don’t know how many people passed by them. When they saw the Taoist and his party sitting under the tree, almost all business travelers would be bored. Some of them looked at him, and some even talked to their companions.

The Taoist sat down to rest but did not close his eyes. He also looked at them one by one. In a trance, he seemed to be seeing those merchants on Jinyang Road more than ten years ago.

Although this ancient tree is not a cypress, the sun shines through the branches and leaves in spots, and the light and shadow change under the wind, which also gives the Taoist a feeling of that midsummer year.

I just don’t know how good the person was back then?

Are those merchants who have crossed paths with Taoists on the Jinyang Road still alive? Thirteen years have passed, but do you still have the strength to walk on this road?

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

The ringing of horse and mule bells brings people back to their dreams.

The calico cat sat next to him, sitting upright with its tail wrapped around its little feet. Together with him, it looked at the pedestrians in front of it with a serious face, wondering what the cat was thinking in its head.

"Miss Sanhua."

"Well?"

"Get some wild fruits and eat them."

"OK!"

The cat sat still and waited until the porter in front passed by. Then he took two steps forward, looked left and right on the side of the road to make sure there was no one. Then he changed back to his human form and took out a bowl of wild fruits from the brocade bag. He took it back to the Taoist and handed it into his hand. He quickly transformed into a cat and sat down to lick his paws, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Ding-ding-dong..."

Another group of merchants passed by leading donkeys, all carrying large bags of goods on their backs.

When they saw the Taoist, everyone looked at him.

The two sides only met each other's eyes and had only a short-term fate.

The Taoist ate wild fruits and remained silent.

The bowl in my hand is ice cold.

This bowl of fruit was passed by a mountain forest grassland a few days ago and I found a kind of forest strawberry growing on the roadside. It grows everywhere. It is about the size of a finger and is round. It is not like the strawberry in Song You's impression. It's close to the shape of a heart, but it's still red, with an uneven surface and a slightly weak aroma, but the taste is pretty much the same. The yaks on the mountain love to eat it.

Song You ate a few pills at that time and liked them very much.

Seeing that the Taoist priest liked it and loved to feed it, how could the Sanhua Empress endure it? She immediately took advantage of her break to set up pots and pans to cover a large area of ​​forest centered on the place where they stopped to rest. Clean the wild strawberries and put them in brocade bags to refrigerate.

The Taoist has been eating for several days.

"Puff puff..."

Just then, a swallow flew down.

Still standing still, Yanzi waited for a group of escorts passing by below and looked left and right before he spoke: "Sir, this is about eighty miles away from Yidu."

"Eighty miles..."

The Taoist pursed his lips, feeling inexplicably tired, and then said: "If we continue walking today, we will arrive tomorrow. If we don't leave today, we will arrive tomorrow. Let's rest here tonight."

Yanzi said nothing because someone else came.

As expected, this place is no better than the Western Regions and Xingzhou.

Whether it is the vast world of the Western Region or the endless prairie of Xingzhou, the two little monsters can talk casually while walking there.

"Oh! There is a little gentleman!"

The merchants turned to look at him and smiled kindly.

The accent is the Yizhou accent familiar to Taoists.

The Taoist also nodded and returned the greeting.

"Where are you from, sir?"

"They are from Yizhou."

"Where are you going?"

"Go to Yidu."

"Why are you sleeping here?"

"I'm tired."

"It's still early. There is a carriage and horse shop twenty miles ahead. You can still walk there." The merchant held the reins of the mule with his hands behind his back. As he walked away, he looked back at him. He kept walking, leaving only goodwill. The mountains have become increasingly unstable over the years, so don’t spend the night in the mountains, otherwise you might be afraid that monsters will come to your door..."

He talks too long, walks too fast, and his voice gets quieter and quieter later on.

The Taoist had no chance to reply to them.

"Little sir...

"Monster..."

Song You couldn't help but smile.

There is really a sense of trance.

The Taoist sat here for an unknown length of time, passing by countless faces.

Dinner is this bowl of wild fruits.

Until nightfall, there was no bonfire in the mountains, but there was fluorescent light all over the ground. The Taoist lay under the tree and fell into a deep sleep. Only clear dreams of the past came with the wind, and no ghosts came to disturb him.

pity……

…

In the afternoon of the next day, there was a roadside stall outside Yidu City.

The emerald-green bamboo stick was leaned against the wooden table by the Taoist. When the sun shone, it became crystal clear. It really looked like a work of art carved from jade. However, in comparison, the wooden table was so dark and covered in pulp that the contrast was really obvious.

A Taoist wearing an old white Taoist robe sat at the table, and sitting opposite was a girl wearing three-color clothes. A maroon horse without a rein was waiting next to it, carrying a bag, and nibbling weeds on the roadside. Each person held a bowl of fresh meat wontons and ate them slurpingly.

The thin dough is filled with fresh meat filling, and there is not much else except salt and ginger. The soup base is made of pork bones, with a handful of chopped green onion added.

There is no need to pay attention to the techniques, high cooking skills, or complicated seasonings. The pork bone soup is already delicious when cooked, and with the aroma of chopped green onion, such a bowl of wontons is simple, but it is full of flavor when you eat it. Full of lightness and deliciousness, very comfortable.

The Taoist finished his last bite and looked at the boy opposite.

Tong'er also finished his last bite and looked at him.

The Taoist smiled and the child was serious.

The Taoist picked up the bowl and drank the soup.

Seeing this, the child was not to be outdone, and followed suit. He quickly picked up the bowl and drank the soup. While drinking, he raised his eyes and glanced at him through the edge of the bowl.

"Store, check out."

"Okay sir!"

An old man with a hunchback came over and said with a smile: "Twelve cents a bowl, two bowls will cost you twenty-four cents."

"Twelve Wen..."

The Taoist couldn't help but fall into recollection for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

"Last time I ate at another door, it seemed to cost ten cents a bowl."

"Huh? Which city gate?"

"South Gate."

"Absolutely impossible!" said the old man with a hunchback. "Although the old man is just setting up a stall, he does not dare to collect money randomly. Customers often walk outside the city. Every city gate sells wontons and soup cakes. The prices are basically the same...when did you eat it, sir?"

"Thirteen years ago."

"Thirteen years ago?"

The hunchbacked old man looked at him carefully and was quite surprised to see that he was young: "Mr. was still a young boy at that time. I remember it very clearly."

"..."

The Taoist smiled and said nothing, only sighing with emotion.

"The little old man has been setting up a stall here for thirty years. Thirteen years ago, it was indeed ten cents a bowl. Not to mention thirteen years ago, even five years ago, it was ten cents a bowl." The old man looked embarrassed. , "However, the world has been a bit uneven in recent years. King Wenhan in the west of Yizhou rebelled in the past two years. The court mobilized troops from several states to put him down. There are often demons and ghosts in the mountains outside the city. Little Lao Several times when I go out to the morning stall, I encounter monsters coming to eat. Sometimes when I finish closing the stall, on the way home, there are mountain ghosts who stop me from opening a stall. Plus, the prices of everything are increasing, making business really difficult."

After talking for a while, he smiled again:

"But sir, he is a Taoist and knows how poor he is. I am also willing to have a good relationship, so I will charge you ten cents for each bowl. I will give you twenty cents in total for two bowls."

"Thank you."

The Taoist smiled and looked across.

The girl had a fair face and a serious expression. She immediately took out a handful of money from her arms, counted it once, put the extra money back, counted it again, and then stretched out her little hand to hand it to the stall owner.

There are twenty-four in total, no more than one.

The stall owner naturally took it with a smile.

"Let's go."

The Taoist took the bamboo stick, got up and left.

The bay-red horse followed silently.

The little girl followed behind.

"Miss Sanhua, do you remember that thirteen years ago, when we first came to Yidu, we had a bowl of wontons outside the city." The Taoist said as he walked, with a smile on his face.

"Empress Sanhua remembers. The meat Sanhua Empress ate." The little girl also held a small bamboo stick and walked faster than him to keep up with him. She also looked like she was recalling, "Is this the place?"

"No, it's outside the city gate on the other side."

"the other side……"

“Are the wontons delicious?”

"delicious!"

“Which is better, wontons or meat fillings?”

“The meat is delicious!”

"That's it..."

Not far away is the city gate.

The two of them stopped and looked up.

The city gate made of blue bricks is full of pits and the weather of history. A military school stands on the edge of the city to check in and out, and there are notices posted on the wall. It is almost the same as the other city gate in my memory.

There is a plaque above the head with two big words:

Yidu.