Chapter 251 Poria Cake

So this "Mantanghong" dish contains lake shrimp, beef soup, flower fish slices, and the local specialty jumping mushrooms with a crispy texture, as well as some vegetables.

This dish received unanimous praise from the whole table, and Li Fubo said he would come often. Although this master craftsman is not very spicy, he has to drink three sips of wine to relieve it after eating two bites of the dish, but it is really spicy and can't stop. He wiped his nose with a soft handkerchief several times.

Madam Ying pulled He Lingchuan and whispered: "It's delicious, but it's spicy enough to make the guests lose their manners." The guests who ate this dish all had red faces and runny noses. What kind of high-end seats are they? It's okay for family members to eat, but it's a bit... to entertain guests.

He Lingchuan nodded repeatedly: "I'm right!"

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

It's only been three days since the city was reopened, and Hesulou is full again. He can almost hear the sound of silver coming in.

Since the victory of the first battle of the army sent by He Chunhua, 80% or 90% of the civilians who fled Dunyu City have returned, but the original order has been almost disrupted. So many houses, shops, fields, and industries have changed hands, and so many goods have gone from plummeting to skyrocketing. It will take some time for this turmoil to subside.

This actually caused great trauma to Dunyu City. Apart from other things, theft, looting, quarrels and beatings occurred frequently.

The state government was also prepared for this. He Chunhua issued orders one after another, aiming to calm down the disputes.

As long as people are still there and have confidence in the new general manager, the wound will heal sooner or later.

Everyone understands this.

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Putting down the volume and rubbing his sore eyes, He Lingchuan stretched his waist and crackled all over his body.

He must be dreaming to be able to read so hard.

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

Yes, in the past five days.

In the past, when I dreamed, I would return to reality in one or two days. But He Lingchuan found that this time was different. The dream world had switched between day and night five times, and he was still here.

He took a few naps in the middle, and he thought he would return to reality, but when he opened his eyes, he was still facing the bookshelf of Wenxuan Pavilion.

He had to read books in his dreams. Such a life is too hard!

However, despite his complaints, He Lingchuan still opened the next book.

The speed of reading books with spiritual consciousness is faster than the normal speed in reality. It only takes one or two seconds to browse each page. And the books here are thin, and there are not many big books.

Panlong City seems to be quite peaceful these days. The monster tide brought by the last Emperor Liujiang's arrival has basically passed. The new monsters are either smart enough to recognize who is the boss of Chiba Plateau, or the patrols of Panlong City beat them to recognize reality.

This operation happens every few years, and everyone is familiar with this set of procedures. The incidents of villagers being attacked and farmland being destroyed have basically disappeared, and Chiba Plateau has returned to peace.

Under such circumstances, He Lingchuan's workload as a patrol guard was greatly reduced, and he didn't have to go out for several days.

The thin man complained about this constantly.

In the past few days, He Lingchuan not only replenished necessities, bought food and drinks, and went to the military review hall to fight, but also went to the library to recharge.

Fighting too frequently would make people tired, and Meng Shan was recuperating and had not yet returned, so He Lingchuan planned to change his taste.

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

It was said that some scholars and monks would come to the Wenxuan Pavilion to give lectures from time to time.

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

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

Borrowing is not allowed unless you get a special warrant.

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

But, but, the bookshelf is still half empty.

He Lingchuan found that there were very few travel notes, expositions, and miscellaneous books here, and the only dozen or so books were also read to pieces.

The most were political records and military records, that is, works that record the politics, economy, and figures of neighboring countries, as well as analyses of various famous scenes of ancient and modern wars, which were so diverse and dazzling.

He read the most military books these days and benefited a lot from them.

There are also various mythological stories from the Middle Ages, which are mysterious and strange, and it is incredible to read them now.

But He Lingchuan felt vaguely that some of the content he wanted to read seemed to be impossible to find in the Wenxuan Pavilion.

For example, the works of divination and fortune-telling.

To be honest, he also collected some in reality, but after reading them, he was either dazzled or lacked some meaning. Or maybe he himself was not the material to study this.

But there was not a single such work in the Wenxuan Pavilion of Panlong City.

He was dazzled by the list of books in the collection.

Was he not familiar with this place and did not know how to search, or was it because the books he wanted to read were 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 that he was dazzled, he rubbed his eyes and looked again, and it was true.

He Lingchuan rushed over in two steps. Because of his violent movements, the old man who managed the collection of books shushed him hard in the middle.

He rushed behind the figure and coughed lightly: "Sun...Miss?"

The man ignored him.

He Lingchuan had to emphasize his tone: "Sun Fuling!"

The girl in front of him turned around.

Snowy skin, red lips, and bright almond eyes.

She said "huh" softly, as if she was surprised: "Why are you here?"

"I came to read a book." He Lingchuan raised the book in his hand, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

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

"Shumin Academy organized the year-end exam, and I was one of the test setters, so I couldn't step out of the academy in the past few days." To avoid leaking the test questions.

"What about now?"

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

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

"No, you won't get paid if you don't go to class." Sun Fuling smiled, "But the academy distributed some rice, oil, and three pounds of mutton to us."

Isn't this more practical than giving us money? An enviable winter vacation. "Do you still need to give the children special lessons during the holidays?"

"What special lessons?" Sun Fuling blinked, not quite understanding this new word, "I can't cook."

"..."Since coming to the other world, this is the first time He Lingchuan has heard a girl say so confidently that she can't cook.

"I mean, will you give special lessons to one or several children?"

Sun Fuling shook her head: "The academy doesn't allow it. Once found out, they will be severely punished."

"Why?"

"You are afraid that we will hide our knowledge in class, so you will only teach the key points during tutoring, which is unfair to other children."

He Lingchuan went to return the book first. When they walked out of the Wenxuan Pavilion, he found that Sun Fuling actually had two books in her hand.

"Can you borrow it?"

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

Privileges!

The sun is shining today, and the snow on the steps is also thick, and it creaks when you step on it.

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

He Lingchuan smelled the aroma of rice cakes from the shop in front of him from a distance, and his appetite was aroused. In the past few days, he often ate pancakes, wrapped with chopped green onions and eggs, which were suitable for hot or cold, but they would get tired of eating too much.

He asked Sun Fuling: "Are you hungry?"

Sun Fuling exhaled a white mist: "I'm hungry. I've been eating at Shumi Academy these days. The food is the same over and over again. I'm tired of it. Well, what should I buy?"

"This one?" The rice cake smells too good. When it's especially cold, he needs plenty of carbohydrates.

The two walked in and saw that the store was very small, but the white steam was steaming and it was especially warm.

This is a bun shop. Flower rolls, steamed buns, meat buns, scallion sugar buns, and various pastries are all in the drawer.

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

He sniffed hard and walked to a round basket. He opened the lid and saw square white rice cakes inside, as clean as freshly fallen snow, but hot and fragrant.

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

"Okay, okay, you want Fuling cake?" The lady 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, bigger, and cut the dates on top into it."

So the two of them walked out of the store holding the square brick-like Fuling cake. In the weather where the breath turned into ice, this cake warmed the palm of my hand.

He Lingchuan ate it happily. This thing was soft, dense, and hot. In addition to the unique fragrance of Fuling, there was also the sweet aftertaste of starch when chewing it. The store also added some longan meat in it.

Most importantly, it really fills you up.

Looking at Sun Fuling again, she held the cake in her hands and took small bites, which reminded He Lingchuan of a chipmunk chewing nuts.

You can tell from the way she eats that the food is really delicious.

He and Sun Fuling walked side by side in the endless stream of people. He Lingchuan actually felt lazy for the first time in Panlong City and felt the small happiness that belongs to ordinary people.

This city and these people are actually full of fireworks.

He couldn't help but take a long breath.

Sun Fuling tilted her head and asked him: "What's wrong?"

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

Her voice was flat: "I went there with others to move some information."

"Are there many confidential information?"

"Of course, maybe the official believes that some secrets are not suitable for public disclosure to civilians, or maybe they are afraid that the enemy will steal the secrets and put them aside." Sun Fuling smiled, "Otherwise, why is that floor locked and guarded?"

"Well, why do you ask this?"