After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 254 Poria cocos cake

  So this "Man Tang Hong" contains lake shrimp, beef soup, flower fish slices, as well as the local specialty jumping mushroom with a fat and crisp taste, and some vegetables.

   This dish was well received by the whole table, and Li Fubo said that he would come here often. Although the master craftsman was not too spicy, he had to drink three sips of wine to relieve it after two mouthfuls of food, but it was so spicy that he couldn't stop, so he wiped his nose with a soft handkerchief several times.

   Mrs. Ying pulled He Lingchuan and said in a low voice: "It's delicious, but it's too spicy for the guests." The guests who ate this dish all had flushed faces and runny noses. What kind of high-end seats do they look like? It's okay for my family to eat, but hospitality is a bit...

  He Lingchuan nodded again and again: "My mother is right!"

  He also saw fried snails in red oil on other tables, which shows that the new gadget is very popular among diners.

  It had only been three days since the city reopened, and the Hesu Building was full again, and he could almost hear the clang of money coming into the account.

Speaking of which, since the army sent by He Chunhua won the first battle, 80% or 90% of the civilians who escaped from Dunyu City have returned, but the original order has almost been disrupted. So many houses, shops, fields, and properties have changed hands. It will take some time for the turmoil to settle down.

   This actually caused great trauma to Dunyu City. Among other things, theft, looting, quarrels and beatings were frequent.

  The state government is also prepared for this, and He Chunhua issued orders one after another, with the intention of calming down the dispute.

  As long as the person is still there and has confidence in the new manager, the wound will heal sooner or later.

  Everyone understands this.

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  Put down the volume, rubbed his sore eyes, He Lingchuan stretched his waist long, his joints were crackling.

  It must be in a dream that he can read so hard.

  Yes, now he is in the Wenxuan Pavilion in Panlong City in his dream, which is the largest library in the area. In the past five days, he has read hundreds of books.

   Yes, the past five days.

  Dreams used to come back to reality in a day or two. But He Lingchuan found that this time was different, the dream world had already alternated day and night five times, yet he was still here.

  He fell asleep several times on the way, thinking that he would return to reality, but when he opened his eyes, he was still facing the bookshelf of Wenxuan Pavilion.

  I have to study even in my dreams, this kind of life is too hard!

  However, complaining about it, He Lingchuan still opened the next book.

  Spiritual reading is faster than the normal speed in reality, and it only takes a second or two to browse each page. And the books here are also thin, not many tomes.

Panlong City seems to be quite peaceful these days. The monster tide brought about by the emperor's ointment last time has basically passed. The patrols hit them until they realized reality.

   This kind of operation happens every few years, and everyone is familiar with this set of procedures. The attacks on villagers and the destruction of farmland basically disappeared, and the Chipa Plateau returned to calm.

  In this case, He Lingchuan's workload as a patrol was greatly reduced, and he didn't have to be dispatched for several days.

  The thin man complained constantly about this.

  In the past few days, apart from replenishing necessities, shopping for food and drink, and going to fight in the martial arts hall, He Lingchuan just finds the library to recharge his batteries.

  If you fight too often, you will get tired. Meng San is recuperating and has not come back yet, so He Lingchuan plans to change his taste.

   There are many people in Wenxuan Pavilion, and everyone is thirsty for knowledge. There are often people stuck in the corner, arguing in a low voice.

  I heard that some scholars and monks will come to Wenxuan Pavilion to give lectures from time to time.

  However, He Lingchuan was a little disappointed. The collection of books in Wenxuan Pavilion did not seem to be as vast as he imagined.

   This is a tall tower with six floors from top to bottom. Except for ancient books and some secret materials on the highest floor, the other five floors are open to the public. But there is one thing:

  No lending unless you get a special warrant.

  The bookshelves on each floor are from floor to ceiling. If you want to get a book from a high place, you have to climb a ladder.

   But, but, the bookshelves are still half empty.

  He Lingchuan discovered that there are very few travel notes, expositions, and miscellaneous magazines here, and the only dozen volumes have also been rummaged through.

   Most are political records and military records, that is, works that record the politics, economy, and personalities of neighboring countries, as well as analyzes of various famous scenes of ancient and modern wars, which can be called dazzling.

   He has read most of these military books these days, and he has benefited a lot.

   There are also various myths and ghosts in the Middle Ages, which are mysterious and strange, and it is incredible to read them today.

  But He Lingchuan faintly felt that some of the content he wanted to see could not be found in Wenxuan Pavilion.

  For example, the works of divination and divination.

  Honestly speaking, he has collected some in reality, but it seems that he is either dazzled or almost meaningless. Or maybe he himself is not the material to learn this at all.

  But Wenxuan Pavilion in Panlong City does not have such a book.

  He was dazzled by the bibliography.

   Is it because he is not familiar with this place, does not know how to search, or is it because all the books he wants to read are locked on the top floor?

  He picked up all the books he had read and was about to return them. At this moment, a figure flashed in front of him, and he looked familiar.

   Thinking he was dazzled, he rubbed his eyes and looked again, yes.

  He Lingchuan rushed over in three steps and two steps. Because of his excessive movements, the old man in charge of the book collection forcefully "shushed" halfway.

  He rushed to the back of the figure and coughed lightly: "Ms. Sun?"

  The man ignored him.

  He Lingchuan could only emphasize his tone: "Sun Fuling!"

  The girl in front turned around.

   Still snow-skinned and red lips, almond eyes glowing.

  She let out a soft "Huh", as if surprised: "Why are you here?"

   "Look at the book." He Lingchuan raised the book in his hand, "I haven't seen you for a few days."

  He occasionally went home during these five days, and Sun Fuling's yard was even deserted than his.

   "Shumin Academy organizes the end-of-year exam. I am one of the examiners, so I haven't been able to step out of the academy for the past few days." To avoid leaking the exam questions.

   "Then now?"

   "The exam is over today, and I'm planning to go back." Sun Fuling exhaled, "The children will have a thirteen-day winter vacation, and I can rest now."

   "Thank you for your hard work. Is it a paid vacation?"

   "No, we won't get paid if we don't attend class." Sun Fuling smiled, "However, the Academy gave us a little rice, oil, and three catties of mutton."

   Isn't this more practical than sending money? An enviable winter vacation. "Do you still have to cook small stoves for children during the holidays?"

   "What small stove?" Sun Fuling blinked, not quite understanding the new word, "I don't know how to cook."

   "..." Since coming to another world, it was the first time that He Lingchuan heard a girl say that she can't cook so confidently.

   "I mean, will you give extra lessons to a certain, certain children?"

  Sun Fuling shook her head: "It is not allowed in the academy, and once found out, it will be severely punished."

   "Why?"

   "I am afraid that we will hide our secrets in class, and only teach the key points in tutoring, which will be unfair to other children."

  He Lingchuan went to return the book first, and when the two walked out of Wenxuan Pavilion, he realized that Sun Fuling still had two books in his hand.

   "Can you borrow it?"

   "Yes." Sun Fuling brushed her temples, "I am a teacher at Shumin Academy."

   Have a privilege!

  The sun is shining today, and the snow on the steps is so thick that it creaks when stepped on.

  Outside Wenxuan Pavilion are two rows of corridors and long streets, and the ground is also leveled with water-polished bricks. In the weather of minus seven or eight degrees, small vendors are reluctant to stand guard outdoors, but the shops are basically open, and some people come out to solicit business.

  He Lingchuan could smell the aroma of rice cakes wafting from the shop in front of him from a long distance away, and couldn't help but twitch his index finger. In the past few days, what he ate most often was pancakes, which were wrapped with scallions and eggs. They were suitable both hot and cold, but they would get boring if he ate too much.

  He asked Sun Fuling: "Are you hungry?"

  Sun Fuling breathed out a mouthful of white mist: "I'm hungry. I've been eating at the Shujin Academy for the past few days. The things come and go are just the same. I'm already tired of it. Well, what should I buy?"

   "Is this the only one?" The rice cake tastes too delicious, and when it's very cold, he needs enough carbohydrates.

   The two walked in and took a look. The store was small, but it was steaming and very warm.

  This is a steamed stuffed bun shop, with flower rolls, steamed buns, meat buns, scallion buns, and all kinds of pastries in the drawer.

   But these are not the source of the aroma that He Lingchuan smelled.

  He sniffed vigorously, and walked to a cage. When I opened the drawer, I saw square white rice cakes inside, as clean as freshly fallen snow, but hot and fragrant.

   "I want this." With Sun Fuling's consent, He Lingchuan handed over a few copper coins.

   "Okay, okay, do you want Poria cake?" The aunt who made the buns had a round face and looked like a white bun.

   "Uh..." Sun Fuling's Fuling?

  Sun Fuling nodded first: "Yes, cut it into big pieces, and make it bigger, and cut the jujubes on it."

  So the two of them walked out of the store holding the Poria cocos cake that was like a brick. In the freezing weather, this pastry warms the palm of your hand.

  He Lingchuan ate very happily. This food is soft, cottony, and hot. In addition to the unique aroma of Poria cocos, it also has a starchy aftertaste after chewing. The store also added some longan meat in it.

  The most important thing is that it is really full.

  Looking at Sun Fuling again, the way she held the cake in her hand and quickly bit into it reminded He Lingchuan of a chipmunk eating nuts.

  Looking at the way she eats, you can tell that the food is really delicious.

  He and Sun Fuling walked side by side, among the endless crowd, He Lingchuan actually felt lazy for the first time in Panlong City, and felt the little luck of ordinary people.

   These people in this city are actually full of fireworks.

  He couldn't help taking a long breath.

  Sun Fuling turned her head and asked him, "What's wrong?"

   "Have you been to the sixth floor of Wenxuan Pavilion?"

  Her voice was flat: "I followed others and carried some materials."

   "Are there many secrets?"

   "Of course, maybe the government has decided that some secrets are not suitable to be disclosed to civilians, or maybe they are shelved because they are afraid that the enemy will steal them." Sun Fuling smiled, "Otherwise, why should the floor be locked and guarded?"

   "Well, why are you asking that?"

  (end of this chapter)