Chapter 1138
Yue Lai Restaurant has not smelled like humans for a long time.
On the mottled golden signboard, there are stains of black paint and traces of falling, but there is no spider web on the steps on the doorway, not even a single leaf, although at this time It's already autumn, and half of the dead leaves have fallen on the crooked neck tree at Zhang Feng's door.
Obviously, it was cleaned by someone deliberately and meticulously. Even Zhang Feng's small Tavern's door was not locked, but even so, it seemed that the small Tavern, the woman hadn't opened half of it for a long time, and there was no trace of opening at the connection between the ground and the wooden door.
Tong Huifang has restored the peace of the past at this time.
At this time, it’s not time.
But on the street, there have been many merchants who have been selling well, and most of them are selling farming tools, like the kind of bamboo. The adjustment of the weaving, or a bunch of row of hoe handles, or flat stand-alone machines, baskets and other farm tools, shouting hawkers along the street
even the snack stalls that have not been seen for a long time are also here. The basketball court was prosperously opened on the side of the street. At this time, it was raining, and it was also surrounded by many old and young, or Hualiang Ma in the upper city or was on the court, full of curses, and playing basketball on the stage. Of people pointing fingers.
Looking at this peaceful scene, Zhang Feng couldn't help but feel a little drunk
Is this still the original Tongguigang? Is this still the original Chang'an City? Due to the addition of modern elements, Zhang Feng suddenly felt that the things in his memory had a subtle combination with the lobby that had already begun. He didn't know if it was right or wrong, but he did it.
I haven't regretted it. After all, the progress of the times requires step by step forward. Since he has been through for so long, if he doesn't do anything, then he is really sorry for his knowledge.
Zhang Feng knows a truth, that is to change oneself, it is better to change this era. Your own changes are nothing, but if you let the whole era follow you forward, then it is the real thing. After all, in this slave-system society, there are many things that Zhang Feng can’t understand. For example, they don’t use toilet paper, but use bamboo chips or black cloth to wipe them. , Which makes Zhang Feng a bit crazy about beating people.
But with the white paper, the cooperatives he created, and the gradual spread of current medical knowledge and other things, Zhang Feng suddenly realized that Great Tang seems to be pretty good, at least Compared with hypocritical later generations, here is more of a kind of peace and tranquility, without intrigue.
Zhongfeng took a deep breath and pushed open the door of Little Tavern. Maybe he didn’t return to Little Tavern for half a month. But when he opened the door of Little Tavern, he found that inside Little Tavern There was no dust on the table, chair and bench, which made Zhang Feng a little dazed. Originally, she thought that the musty smell of a house full of rats and rats on the floor would be enough for her to clean up for a long time, but he didn't think it was such a scene. ?
Zhang Feng shook his head with a wry smile, and looked at the dolls with stick one's head around to look for outside the door.
Those dolls saw Zhang Feng watching them, laughed from Zhang Feng, and then disappeared.
It’s still necessary to think about it, this group of dolls must have done all of this. The government has new regulations. He doesn’t know if these things are their adults, or the children are willing to come by themselves. Yes, Zhang Feng would like to believe that it was the latter
Not much time to think about it. Zhang Feng was angry and set up a firewood that had not been produced for a long time. After cleaning the stove, teapot, stove and other things, he slowly Take out a jar from the cellar, and sincerely drink some fine wine slowly, and at this moment, someone lightly knocked on the door of Little Tavern's room.
Zhang wind and rain, a little reluctant, had to continue drinking, but the people at the door seemed to be waiting too. After waiting for a while, there was no sound outside, instead, there was a sound with a soft sigh In this sigh, Zhang Feng couldn't help but took a deep breath.
Because this voice is somewhat familiar to Zhang Feng, Zhang Feng quickly put down his glass and opened the door. When the door was opened, Zhang Feng couldn’t help but was stunned. The old man with gray robes and gray hair just turned around and was about to leave.
This man Zhang Feng is no stranger, but there are some familiar ones. This man is Fang Xuanling.
Zhang Feng couldn’t help but asked in astonishment: “Huh? Old Fang, why are you? We don’t seem to have seen you for half a month. By the way, why didn’t you go to the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting? And, I remember I gave you Valentine’s Day when I opened the door, why didn’t I see you? By the way, Old Chen and Old Sun, how about it? I didn’t see them during this time. What are you doing?? "
Fang Xuanling didn't expect to see Zhang Feng again here.
And some doubts asked: "Aren't you supposed to be at the Academy at this time? Why did you go down the mountain?" "
The two couldn’t help but froze for a while, and then gave a faint smile. Zhang Feng hurriedly introduced Feng Xuanni to the little Tavern, poured him a glass of wine, and looked at Fang Xuanling’s face. With a sad look, he couldn't help asking: "Did you have something upsetting recently? Otherwise, why haven't you seen you all this time? "