I saw, in that courtyard room, a delicate woman walking towards me with a box of books in her arms.
"Well, do you know each other?"
Doctor Zhao also held a box of books and walked out from behind Zhao Xiuying. He was a little confused when he saw that the two seemed to know each other.
"Uncle, this is the benefactor I told you who saved my life halfway."
"It's him!" Doctor Zhao looked at the handsome young man in front of him in surprise. He had nothing to do with the murderous man who his niece described as a murderer who could kill horse bandits with his own hands.
"I just want to take a carriage." Li Hao said casually, then changed the subject and asked if these were all herbal medicine books.
After receiving the confirmation, Li Hao also waved his hand and bought all the herbal medicine books.
"I didn't expect that my benefactor would like to read these books."
"Just call me Li Hao. Reading these books is just out of interest."
Not wanting to communicate more with this woman, Li Hao called the waiter and carried her back to the inn.
After asking about the location of the bookstore in Youshui Town, I got up and went there.
He actually doesn't know enough about this world.
It is also difficult to summarize quickly from the mouths of ordinary people.
Bookstores are a good choice.
It's called Yunqi Bookstore and is located in the center of Youshui Town.
The boy at the door saw Li Hao dressed up and did not stop him. Instead, he greeted him respectfully and asked what was going on.
Li Hao also expressed his needs.
Mountains and rivers with strange stories, strange experiences and stories, gods and monsters, and descriptions of animals.
The boy pointed out the location respectfully and took out some iconic books.
"Records of Strange Stories from Dayang Mountains and Rivers", "Records of Dayang Mountains and Rivers", and "Records of Detailed Views of Hundreds of Beasts".
Pay for it.
Li Hao set off to return to the inn.
Taking advantage of the sunlight in front of the window, I picked up the many books piled on the floor and read through them page by page.
Work tirelessly to absorb the knowledge of this world.
Less than an hour.
Li Hao has read more than ten books.
Snapped!
Li Hao closed the book and closed his eyes to digest.
My mind is filled with all the knowledge I learned today.
I don’t know if it’s because his soul traveled through another world, but his memory has almost reached the level of photographic memory.
After reading basic books about the Dayang Dynasty, Li Hao also learned a little more about this ancient time.
This world is very big. The Dayang Dynasty alone is surrounded by three countries, and it has been at war with the Xiongnu for decades with its back in the Western Desert.
The Dayang Dynasty had thirteen counties, 256 cities, and dozens of villages and towns under each city.
The current Youshui Town is a riverside town under Qixi City.
"There is still no detailed record of the martial arts boiling blood realm..."
Rubbing his temples, Li Hao couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
But think about it, even in Shuinan Town, ordinary people don't even know how to practice martial arts except for the two words martial arts.
This shows that this world has strict control over civilians practicing martial arts.
Even the waiter at the store was confused when he heard about blood training and blood coagulation.
He asked the waiter at the store that there was a martial arts school in Youshui Town, but the martial arts schools were all cooperating with local families or families from other places.
Ordinary people will not be allowed to enter.
After quickly digesting the knowledge in his mind, Li Hao continued to look through the many herbal and medicinal books.
Of course, there is no description of medical skills.
Also, in ancient times, if you had a skill, you could maintain a worry-free life.
Not to mention medical skills, as long as you master them, you will be good for almost a lifetime. The fact that you are becoming more and more popular does not only affect your previous life.
But just like that, Li Hao was amazed by the knowledge of herbal medicine and fell deeply into it.
"...Listen to that Fifth Master Zhang...fighting in front of the hall with a sharp blade..."
Li Hao, whose ears moved slightly as he was immersed in the knowledge of herbal medicine in the book, suddenly heard a series of passionate words.
Blood flows rapidly, squeezing the ear muscle structure, allowing the cochlea to absorb more sound.
After listening for a while, I realized that the voice was actually telling a story.
It tells the story of a hero named Zhang Wuye. When he was drunk, he met someone raising an evil tiger to hurt people. Then he saw an injustice and killed the evil tiger, and chased the evil man all the way.
Although the story is cliché, there were continuous cheers in the lobby outside the inn.
I wish I was the hero who killed the tiger and rewarded him with copper coins.
It seemed that he had received a lot of copper coins, and the storyteller could not hide his joy in his voice as he continued to speak.
There are also some bloody stories about a fox demon meeting a scholar and a theater troupe staying overnight in a mountain village shop and discovering that he is a ghost.
The story is not new to Li Hao, but the unique, loud and powerful voice, and the storyteller's excellent control of the rhythm, are not bad if it is paired with herbal medicine books.
But as he watched, Li Hao slowly put down the book, raised his ears, and listened carefully to the storyteller's story about a strange thing he encountered in a village east of Youshui Town six or seven years ago.
It was late at night, and on the way home drunk, the storyteller saw a man covered in red smoke on the horizon, roaring like a monster, and escaping into the forest to the west of the village.
He was so frightened that he sobered up and never dared to set foot in that village again.
The storyteller described it so vividly and vividly that it seemed as if it were true.
"My dear, you must be drunk." A man's voice appeared in the lobby of the inn.
"It's true!" The storyteller said with a slight tremor in his voice, "I still remember that the village is called Xiazhuang."
As soon as he said these words, a series of retorts were heard in the hall.
"My uncle is close to Xiazhuang. I pass by it several times a year. There are no strange things like you mentioned."
"Yes, yes, even though people in Xiazhuang have been suffering from ear diseases in recent years, I have never heard of anything strange like yours happening."
Someone nodded in agreement.
"This..." The storyteller was a little speechless, and then he quickly raised his hands and said with a smile, "Oh, I just said it casually. I was drunk and confused. Everyone, I am ashamed, ashamed."
After that, I also told a few short stories, said a closing poem, and called the curtain!
At this time, the door of Li Mu's room had been opened. He looked at the old man who put away the gavel and red cloth bag and stepped forward.
"Old man, is the strange man you said you met in Xiazhuang true or false?"
"I can't say, I've been back since then, but I've never encountered that kind of weird thing again. Maybe it was just drunk." The storyteller is an old man with a kind face, wearing a washed white gown and trousers.
There are also intermittent patches.
After the words fell, the storyteller also nodded, rolled up his sleeves and walked quickly to the inn to pay the rent for today's storytelling at the inn.
"Xia Zhuang..." Li Hao murmured the name of the village.
To be honest, he was extremely interested in this kind of thing, because the storyteller described the characteristics of a man covered in red gas very similar to the description of a person in the Boiling Blood Realm whose blood boiled like smoke rising into the sky.
Currently, he is troubled by how to break through the Boiling Blood Realm. This strange incident is somewhat related to the Boiling Blood Realm.
"Young man, Dr. Zhao from the Zhao Family Medical Center has been to Xiazhuang to treat ear diseases before. He should be very familiar with the people of Xiazhuang."
After paying the rent, the storyteller saw Li Hao still standing there and gave a kind reminder.