Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 12 Those who like to go shopping in the Middle Ages get a little bit of that

Returning to Wendeng Port is a good thing for both people and horses.

After two full sunny days, the snow gradually began to melt, and the whiteness faded from the ground, revealing the dirty color underneath.The resulting stagnant water will soon turn the road into a hell of small mires.

If you start later, you will be in the hopeless mud, and you will be suspicious of life by the mud splashed by the horse's hoof.You can choose to wear a cloak over the outside, but you have to be prepared to add half a catty of weight when you arrive at your destination.

Kraft thanked himself for deciding to start early two days earlier.The two of them were already riding on the stone pavement of Wendeng Port, and the horseshoes collided with the stone, making a crisp "da da" sound.

That's right, Wendeng Port has stone roads, at least on several main roads.As a port city, although it is not a big port, traffic issues must be considered.Horse-drawn carriages carrying goods or catches come and go every day. The former will leave deep ruts on the dirt road, and the water dripping from the latter will keep the mud in a mushy state all year round.

Hence, for the truest practical considerations, Wendeng harbor has a noble stone pavement.Because it is by the sea, there is also enough sand to be used for bedding and filling the gaps, so as to prevent muddy water from accumulating under the floating stone slabs and become a "trap" that will spray sewage from the gaps when stepped on.

Careful designers even designed drainage ditches on the side of the road, and appropriately raised the height of the center of the road, making a flat obtuse triangle cross-section, so that the accumulated water flows to both sides.It may not be comparable to the road conditions in another world, but this is already the best batch of first-class roads, and Kraft will not hesitate to send praises to the designers.

But even such a road cannot solve the problems Kraft is currently facing.

"I mean, is there such a possibility that no one will come out to set up a stall now?"

The snow in the middle of the road was swept away and waited quietly by the gutter to melt.This provides convenience for the travel of the carriage, and obviously also occupies the original ecological niche of small vendors.The current temperature is not low, and of course it is not too high, at least not high enough to go out and set up a stall.

There are no antique shops in Wendeng Port. This kind of relatively high-end market does not exist here. If you want to buy something strange and old, the priority is roadside stalls.In fact, many of these stalls are part of the sailor's sideline business, dealing with some scattered small items from various places, and exchanging a few copper coins suitable for turning into beer in taverns.

Fortunately, there are no problems of counterfeiting or old-fashioned ones, because I don't have the energy and technology to perform such operations on street stalls.

The streets without street stalls are a bit deserted.The street in this year has not yet evolved into the form of people living upstairs and storefronts downstairs, and the streets are dominated by pure folk houses on both sides.These two-story or three-story buildings adopt a semi-exposed structure, with masonry and adhesives filled between the supporting wooden frames, and some light-colored whitewashing will be done on the walls to form a color contrast with the half-exposed frames. It's like a sketch just finished with outline lines.

Compared with the previous single-story houses in the small village, the houses here are taller and require better load-bearing. It is not easy to hollow out a wall on the first floor to show the interior, and only the horizontally protruding signboards show their functions.There are not many such signboards, and there are only "taverns", "tailors" and "bread" within sight, and there is another "tavern" a little farther away.

"It's okay, I'll ask the captains I know, they will always have a few things that look mysterious." Ryan said without changing his face, "You go shopping by yourself first, we are at the academy in the evening Meet at the door, and then find a place to live together."

"Ah, why didn't you take me with you?" Kraft didn't understand at all, but Ryan had already disappeared at the fork in the road on his horse, and didn't seem to hear his words.

Under the noon sun, Kraft, who suddenly had an afternoon of independent activities, didn't know where to go.He reined in his horse and stopped on the street, watching the pedestrians and horses passing by, in a daze.

There are not many people on the street.Several sailors sang a boat song and turned shoulder to shoulder into the building with the sign of the tavern in front; a carriage carrying several barrels of fish passed by the door, and a big fish stuck upside down in the barrel was still flapping its tail. A man in a scholar's robe blocked the water droplets from the fish's tail with his sleeve.

Kraft watched all this.The boat song was a bit out of tune, the water droplets moved along the blue lines on the fish tail, and then were thrown off, and there were two washed-out ink marks on the cuffs of the brown scholar's robe.He always felt that something was wrong, especially when he was alone, and it had been like this since a certain day.

He became...interested and motivated to capture more content.When galloping on horseback, he will pay attention to the gorgeous snow on the treetops, insist on catching up with his cousin to chat, and pay attention to water droplets and ink dots on the street.

It stands to reason that people's attention is limited, and when they intend to pay attention to something, they will inevitably ignore more.However, his collection channels seem to have suddenly been broadened, and his full attention can be allocated to more things, collecting more information regardless of whether it is useful or not, and he is very interested in this behavior.

It's like picking up every coin on the ground, like collecting the data scattered in the whole book and gathering them into volumes, like cleaning every drop of bone marrow in the bone.He got a kind of satisfaction, a weird satisfaction, from the act.

His divergent thinking is spreading.The pitch of the boat song should be higher, maybe it will be more natural; the tail of the fish seems to have been seen in the port last time, this kind of fish has a sharp mouth; face fly...

"Hey, damn it!" The cursing interrupted Kraft's continued divergence.

It was the two men in scholar's robes who collided to avoid water drops, and one of them staggered forward one by one, lying on the ground with his palms on the ground.

Kraft shook his head vigorously, shaking out the messy thoughts, and rode his horse around the scholars who were arguing with the coachman.

He felt that he was a little too sensitive.This uncontrollable behavior of paying attention to all kinds of irrelevant things is very similar to obsessive-compulsive disorder. The half from the other world has had quite typical obsessive-compulsive disorder, especially when the pressure is high.He would count the steps of the stairs, wash his hands until they were wrinkly, or blow air three times over and over again.

This half-travel, perhaps unknowingly made myself too nervous.Familiar and unfamiliar bodies, integrated thinking patterns, and unfamiliar environments all have the possibility of creating too much anxiety for the other half.But he is not convinced of this, after all, the psychiatric score that is above the passing line is obviously not the result of his efforts, but more similar to the teacher's efforts.

Riding along the street, Kraft decided to put aside these things and do something else to change his mind.

For example, he can look for places that sell paper, pen and ink.

Under the guidance of Mr. Anderson and a little bit of grandfather's supervision, Kraft here has no choice but to learn how to write in delicate and complex cursive.The alien part is a lover of flowery body.Although they are not the same characters, the similar writing style makes him want to try the hand feeling.

Kraft felt that his grandfather and Mr. Anderson would have preferred to see something else rather than another bland object.It is very good that the grandson/student who went out for a stroll has practiced good handwriting, which is a pleasant surprise.An optimistic scenario could be recognition of their educational level.

With this in mind, Kraft started looking for pens and papers on the street without any expectations for Cousin Ryan who suddenly disappeared.

(End of this chapter)