Ten Directions Scroll

Just after dawn, the sun was still hiding behind the Dongshan Mountain and was unwilling to come out. The small village was already sparsely filled with cooking smoke.

On the streets of the town, most of the vendors who sell breakfast have set up their tables, chairs and benches early, and are running their jobs neatly.Looking around, you can see the golden and crispy fried dough sticks, steaming steamed buns and egg buns, fragrant rice porridge, homemade pickles of various colors, as well as the enthusiastic yogurt of hawkers. Busy figures are all facing the fiery red day. head, driving away the slightly cold chill in early autumn.

Not long after, pedestrians went out in twos and threes, greeted each other face to face, and then ordered their favorite food, and the whole street became lively in an instant.

An old man in his fifties, with a plump and round figure, wearing a gray round cap with melon skin on his head, and a scarf of invisible color tied around his neck, happily humming a little song, shaking his head and blasting You Tiao, the coarse cloth clothes were washed clean, but the apron was greasy and almost black.

There are quite a few customers in his stall, and they are all acquainted with each other, just like his skill in deep-fried dough sticks and clear rice porridge.

There was no need to say hello, the visitor took out the copper plate and put it in the money box at his hand, he knew what to prepare with just a glance, and he was a little impatient, so he ignored him, and just grabbed the deep-fried dough sticks and carried the porridge bowl , just do it yourself.

He didn't stop him, just grinning and humming a tune that no one could understand, nodding his head as a response.

"Ding."

In a trance, the old man heard a crisp sound different from the collision of copper plates.He kept his hands on his hands, raised his eyelids and looked into the money box, hey!It turned out to be a piece of broken silver the size of a small fingernail.

Who is the best friend to spend so much money today?

The shiny broken silver looked so abrupt in the copper plate, the old man couldn't help but raised his head to look at the person coming.

It was a tall and thin young man with handsome facial features, at first glance he thought he was a pretty girl in disguise.

His long brown hair was casually tied behind his back with a red rope as thick as chopsticks, and he was wearing a sky-blue half-worn leather samurai suit. His wheat-colored skin highlighted his heroism, but he looked more like a quiet man. A thin scholar, I don't know where to find a samurai uniform, to satisfy my little thoughts.

It's just that he was supposed to be as vigorous as the rising sun, but there was a strong sense of fatigue in his eyes, like the broken silver in the pile of copper plates, which was even more abrupt.

The old man wondered, maybe someone's son made a mistake and ran out secretly?However, there are quite a few young masters in the town who have no strength to restrain a chicken and prefer to learn how to wield swords, and this is not the first time he has seen them.

They are willing to spend more money to buy the clothes of warriors, and go out to pretend to be. Some have special hobbies, they like to buy worn-out clothes worn by others.

The old man smiled skillfully and said, "Young master, what would you like to eat?"

Although the town is small, it is connected to the intersection of several big cities around. On weekdays, there are many people of all kinds coming and going, so he has a lot of thoughts, and he never talks nonsense when he shouldn't. One word, "Hey, little old man, this stall is small and profitable, but it can't melt your money."

The young man waved his hands stiffly, pursed his lips and said indifferently: "Just order whatever you want, and you don't need to give change for the rest." He found a table against the wall and sat down. Silently, staring blankly at the table.

"Okay, wait a minute! I'll be here soon!" The old man's eyelids twitched and he cried in surprise. He hurriedly prepared fried dough sticks, pickled vegetables and rice porridge, and served them one by one.

The young man was eating like a machine, his mouth was slurred like raving, but his eyes became more and more empty.

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