Its body shape is actually comparable to that of an adult mastiff. If you add patterns, it looks like an adult leopard. Its small body is not even big enough for it to fill the gap between its teeth.
Cheng Yu had never seen such a big orange cat in his life, and he was still in good shape and not bloated at all.
The huge orange cat raised his head and glanced at Cheng Yu, who was high up there, then ran up to the window sill, lay down on the window sill and dozed lazily.
The cat fell asleep after a while. Cheng Yu didn't have the hobby of petting cats, so he got tired of watching it after a while.
Suddenly, he moved at will, left the orange cat behind, spread his wings and flew towards the restaurant.
There was the familiar aroma of amber fruit wine.
It's just that the fruit wine sold in Chunlou is a grade lower in taste than the one buried in the vat by Zhuangtou. The fruity aroma and wine aroma are not completely matched, and there is also a bit of sourness from the fruit.<
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Cheng Yu only tasted a drop, and then his interest waned.
"Boom!"
There was a faint thunder in the distance, and he silently put away his small water technique.
Every time he performs the Little Water Movement, thunderstorms and dark clouds will more or less be caused, which is even more accurate than the weather forecast.
But there has never really been a drop of rain, except that time at the Dragon King Temple.
Therefore, Cheng Yu is no longer surprised.
Cheng Yu, who was not satisfied with the fruit wine, focused his attention on the diners inside.
The first and second floors of this three-story restaurant are full of scattered seats, but there are actually no seats at this moment.
There are six or seven private rooms on the third floor, but two of them are empty.
Cheng Yu listened attentively, and there were all kinds of people inside, from all walks of life, talking endlessly.
It turns out that this place is Qianjiang Prefecture, which belongs to the Daliang Kingdom. It is the twenty-sixth year of the Jiarui Dynasty of Daliang.
From this, Cheng Yu was sure that he had indeed traveled to another parallel world.
Daliang Kingdom, Jiarui Dynasty, Qianjiangzhou, these names have never been heard in previous history.
And the iron pots, ironware, and such a prosperous urban economy here give this Daliang country a bit of the style of the Song and Ming Dynasties.
In addition, he also learned that this restaurant was the shop owned by Mr. Qian's wife, and the shopkeeper's surname was Qian. No wonder there were bacon and fruit wine for sale under the guise of the door.
Moreover, the price of the fruit wine is not cheap. It is actually one tael of silver for one penny. If it costs one pound, it will cost one tael of silver.
After walking around the city for half a day, Cheng Yu already had a rough idea of the price level here.
It should be noted that a bowl of braised pork noodles only costs about ten small coins. Small coins are commonly known as small coins, but they are actually copper coins, each with the four characters Jiarui Tongbao engraved on it.
Clear noodle soup only costs four small coins, and one tael of silver is equivalent to a thousand small coins.
Therefore, this pound of fruit wine is almost enough for an ordinary family to eat, drink and clothe themselves for a month.
And this is still a second-class fruit wine. I think the top-quality fruit wine buried by the owner of the store is exclusively for the private use of Mr. Qian and is not sold to the outside world.
……
Cheng Yu landed on the eaves of the restaurant roof and basked in the sun. He seemed calm at the moment and felt mixed emotions in his heart.
Although I had made a rough judgment in my mind before, I was still a little bit sad after I truly confirmed that I had traveled to a parallel world.
It was as if the last thin thread in my heart that was connected to my previous life had been cut off with a single knife.
It was past noon, and the crowds in the restaurant were gradually becoming thinner. The diners burped in twos and threes and left to pay their bills.
The consumption power in Qingchuan County is not low, and almost one out of every three tables orders the ridiculously expensive green radish fruit wine.
There were fewer pedestrians on the street than in the morning. Cheng Yu suddenly heard the faint sound of reading in the distance.
He followed the sound and flapped his wings and flew towards the southeast corner of the city.
When Cheng Yu flew closer, he realized that this place was a Confucian temple.
But unlike previous Confucian temples, which were simply religious places used to worship Confucius, the Confucian temple here is divided into front and rear courtyards, with the front courtyard for people to worship. The plaque on the door of the main hall reads: "Wenjun Hall". p>
Of course, the statue enshrined in the temple is not a saint of the Kong family, nor is it a Wenquxingjun, but an ancestor of the Qian family.
No wonder Mr. Qian is called Qian Bancheng by outsiders. Even the people enshrined in the main hall of the Confucian Temple are his ancestors.
Take a closer look at this Wenjun, who is made of clay and has kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He is full of righteousness and surrounded by sandalwood.
Next to him, an old man with sparse beard and hair was dozing off, which seemed to be a temple blessing.
The backyard is a book school, and the sound of Lang Lang chanting can be heard from the backyard.
Cheng Yu landed on an old cypress tree and looked into the main room of the school. He saw a young teacher sitting in the main seat. He was thin, with regular features and an air of righteousness between his brows. He was only in his early twenties and only had a beautiful face.
There are dishes.
Sitting under it were twenty or thirty children with horns tied in their hair, reading poems and books line by line along with the young tutor.
The children were dressed neatly, which made the teacher look shabby. The long gown had been washed and turned white, and there were patches sewn on the cuffs and elbows.
Cheng Yu listened outside for a while. What they read was not Confucian classics such as the Four Books and Five Classics, but the general outline of the teachings was almost the same as in the previous life.
After a while, Cheng Yu felt bored and spread his wings and flew back to Wenjun Hall in the front yard.
I looked at the mud tire left and right for a while. It was very ordinary and mainstream, and the little sparrow couldn't see any clues.
Cheng Yu thought to himself, spread his wings and flew to the largest and thickest cypress tree in the front yard. After confirming that everything around him was safe, he carefully summoned the human spirit.
……
……
In the underworld, the main hall of the underworld.
Behind the vermilion koan in the center, an old man in red official uniform is quietly flipping through a book of yin and yang.
Hmm?
The old man suddenly frowned, put down the scroll in his hand, closed his eyes and meditated, and smiled, causing all the judges below to stop their Yin Yang pens and look up.
"Haha, go and call the newly minted Yuan Qingluo. I have something to say to him."
The old man in official uniform ordered a little boy in green clothes next to him.
The judges below looked at each other, no one said a word, and each one picked up the yin-yang pen and continued writing with "shuashua".
"What happened? Master Wenjun summoned me? Is it me...are there any deviations in my behavior?"
A child wearing a golden silk gown asked slightly uneasily.
The boy in green shook his head and said only that Wen Jun had summoned him, but he didn't know anything else.
The boy in the golden gown put down the stack of volumes he was carrying, dusted his sleeves, straightened his hair, and followed the boy towards the main hall with some anxiety.
"Little official Yuan Deng has met Lord Wenjun."
Seeing the boy in the golden gown bowing his head to the end, Wenjun in official uniform in the middle of the hall smiled and said:
"That's all, I've called you here because an old friend of yours is visiting. Do you want to meet him?"
"Old friend? May I ask who Wenjun is from?"
"Well, come and see."
After Wenjun finished speaking, he waved his long sleeves, and the air in the middle of the hall was distorted, revealing the scene in front of Wenjun's hall.
"Ah! It's my benefactor."
Yuan Deng shouted softly and unexpectedly.
Seeing Yuan Deng's reaction, Wenjun already knew his answer, waved his long sleeves and said:
"Let's go, I'll go with you to meet this benefactor you talk about."
Generally speaking, the so-called "meeting for a while" can be roughly divided into two situations:
One is the purely literal noodle base;
The other kind is not a literary fight, but a physical fight.
Yuan Deng first came to the Yin Division not long ago, and he couldn't figure out Wenjun's temper. He carefully looked at the expressions of the other judges on both sides. They were all smiling and nodding at him. He felt relieved, sang "E", and suddenly remembered something.
"The sun is shining brightly in the Yang world right now. As a junior official, I was originally a bad person. If I show up rashly, I might not be able to withstand the Yang energy at noon."
"That's why I want to accompany you on this trip."
After Wenjun finished speaking, he ordered the boy in green clothes next to him to get a set of jade raincoat clothes and bamboo hats, and then personally injected a wish to protect it.
After Ming Yuandeng put it on, the two held hands. Wenjun was about to use his skills to escape, but his sleeve was grabbed by the boy in green.
"Wenjun, I haven't been to the Yang world for a long time. Wenjun, please take me there as well."
The boy in Tsing Yi had already prepared another set of jade coir raincoats in his hands and begged in a low voice.
"Haha, yes, let's go together."
A light smoke rose, and the three people in the hall suddenly disappeared.
When all the judges in the hall saw that Wenjun had left, they suddenly felt relaxed. After a while, the whispers in the hall became louder and louder.
