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  Chapter 3 Bronze Bell

  Chai Cuiqiao asked: "Then he will come over this afternoon?"

   "It doesn't matter if he comes or not."

   Li Ang said casually: "Okay, you go to the box and get two hundred coins, and I will go out for a while."

   "It's ready, here."

  Chai Cuiqiao smiled slightly, and took out a plain-colored cloth bag wallet and handed it over.

  Li Ang nodded approvingly, "It's very considerate, I'll buy some fruit for you later."

   "I want Fenghua peaches! The white-skinned ones. I see that the Baguo Zhai on the corner has sold new ones a few days ago."

Chai Cuiqiao blinked her eyes, flashing a premeditated light, and drool, "The two-and-a-half-inch ones are only five yuan each, and one or two is enough for a dinner. There is also Haizhou mulberries, a string of three Wen. Oh, and pomegranates, but they cost fifteen Wen each, which is too expensive. Let’s buy some delicacy.”

  餦餭 is a kind of caramel made by fermenting and saccharifying corn, barley and other grains. You can buy a small piece for a penny, and you can chew it for half a day. It is the most affordable dessert for children.

   "Hey, are you pushing ahead?"

  Li Ang rubbed Chai Cuiqiao's hair with a smile, put his wallet in his pocket, and went out through the backyard.

  As soon as I went out, I heard a surprised voice from not far away, "Rising sun?"

   Li Ang turned his head and saw a well-maintained woman in her thirties and forties wearing half-sleeves, carrying a bag, approaching with a maid.

   "Aunt Song."

   Li Ang greeted with a smile.

  Aunt Song, who called him by his nickname, is the shopkeeper of the restaurant next door to Baoantang—Lanshenglou. She and Li Ang's mother, Cui Yi, are distant relatives in the same village, and they married to Weizhou City successively.

   However, Aunt Song's husband died young, leaving behind orphans and widows. Aunt Song raised her son Song Shaoyuan while running the restaurant, and the Li family helped her a lot during this period.

  The two parties are both distant relatives and neighbors, and they have a good family relationship, and they are Li Ang's half aunts.

  April before the death of Mrs. Li and his wife, Aunt Song helped organize the funeral. Otherwise, with the high funeral prices in this era, the Li family would not be able to save even twenty strings.

   "Risheng, are you going out?"

"yes."

  Li Ang nodded and said, "Buy some new tea and send it to Mr. Liu Xuan."

  Pu Liuxuan, a professor of Weizhou School where Li Ang studied, is also a close friend of Li Hanquan.

   "Hey, what new tea do you want to buy? I have it at home."

   Aunt Song waved her hand, commanding the maid beside her and said, "Lvyi, go to the storeroom of the restaurant and get two cans of Qujiang flakes."

   "Auntie, I really don't need it."

  Li Ang was quite helpless. Qujiang thin slices are a famous product of tea, and the price is expensive. Even if it is not a tribute grade dedicated to the royal family, the middle and low-grade Qujiang thin slices cost five to six hundred yuan a catty, which is completely out of Li Ang's consideration.

Aunt Song shook her head and said, "It's all about my family. That kid Shaoyuan went to the mountains with his friends again, and he's about to save his exams, and he doesn't concentrate on his studies at all. I have to discipline him when he comes back." You can send his share to Mister in a moment."

   "Brother Song is outstanding in his studies in the state, and he ranks among the best in the exams. This year's provincial exam will definitely pass the exam. You should relax when you go to the mountains and rivers."

  Aunt Song’s son, Song Shaoyuan, has a sincere, simple and generous personality, is friendly and quick-witted.

   Li Ang and Aunt Song chatted nonchalantly, and soon the maid came over with two small ceramic jars tied with red strings.

  Aunt Song forced Li Ang to accept it, and nagged for a long time as an elder, telling Li Ang to study hard in the future and not to disappoint his parents' expectations.

When Li Ang left, Aunt Song looked at his back and remembered when she lost her husband before. She touched the scene with affection, took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and whispered: "Oh, it's really hard for this child. keep the family business”

  ——

   "Hubing, sesame seed cake, steamed cake, five cents each!"

   "Sell fermented glutinous rice, fermented glutinous rice, a bowl of seven coins."

   "Piro, cherry, pear, apple, piro."

   "Hua Yi carving Hu rice, smelling brocade soup. New noodles come to the market, and the juice is all there"

  Li Ang was walking on the street with two cans of Qujiang flakes, listening to the loud calls of vendors along the street.

The steamed cake is round on the top and flat on the bottom, which is the steamed bun in memory, and the fermented glutinous rice is sweet rice wine. As for Biluo, it is a pie in the shape of siu mai. Putting meat makes it taste salty, putting fruit makes it sweet, and even crab roe. The egg yolk is full, and everything can be full.

  Diaohu rice is rice cooked with water shield rice, and brocade soup is a soup made with water shield.

Using the poem of Du Gongbu, a poet of this dynasty, as an advertisement, it can be seen that the small peddler is quite elegant, but the last two sentences "Xinmian comes to the market" are actually another poem by Du Gongbu, "Huai Ye Leng "Amoy" refers to the Lengtao cold noodles made with locust tree leaf juice and flour. The color is green like emerald. After soaking in cold water, it can cool off the heat.

   The Weishui River is the main artery of the city. In addition to mobile vendors selling cooked food, the streets along the river also sell fruits and sundries.

Li Ang, who hadn't gone out for a long time, listened to the cries of all kinds of cries, the sound of carriages and horses, the clashing of bowls and chopsticks, smelled the moist water vapor and the aroma of food after the morning rain, and felt the breeze blowing on his face. Commercial pedestrian streets overlapped.

  He reached out and grabbed a falling willow leaf from the air, pinched it with one hand and put it to his mouth and blew softly, stopping from time to time to say hello to the acquaintances in the neighborhood on the street.

   "Dangdangdang—"

  The long and loud bell rang from the north. The shop assistants on the inner side of the street stopped their work one after another and went to the counter to ring their own copper bells. The vendors along the river on the outer side of the street also took out their copper bells and rang them.

  Even the cargo ships sailing on the Weishui River had their boatmen ring the bells hanging on the bow.

  Yu State divides a day into twelve hours, Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Noon, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai, which correspond to the twenty-four hours a day in Li Ang's memory.

  Zichu is 23:00, Zizheng is 24:00, Chouchu is 1:00 am, and Chou is 2:00 am.

  At this moment, the bell that resounded throughout the entire Yunzhou City was rang by Haotian Taoist Temple, and it rang at what time. And all the people at home in the city have to ring their own copper bells and bells along with the bells at Chenzheng (8:00 a.m.) and Xuzheng (8:00 p.m.).

   As for why?

  For thousands of years, this has been the case in all countries and regions in the world covered by the Haotian Sect. After a long time, no one asked.

  I heard, it seems, it seems,

  The bell that rings every day, in addition to telling the time, also has the function of expelling evil spirits

  But in this world, do monsters really exist?

   Li Ang restrained his smile slightly, put away the willow leaves, and silently quickened his pace.

  If there is a demon, will he be recognized as a demon after awakening the memory of another world?

  (end of this chapter)

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