Silver Dragon Breeding Manual

It is said that it is going to the human world, but the Dragon Palace is actually in the human world.

Mu Zhang still remembers that there are pictures about Zhangshui in his vague memory.

A thin creek branching off from Zhangshui passes right in front of his house.

The reason for asking Suheng to take him there is because there is a barrier near the Dragon Palace, which separates the living space of humans and aquariums.

Suheng and the others can enter and exit freely, but Mu Zhang can't. To him, this enchantment is like a solid wall.

Suheng naturally agreed, and after arranging the affairs in the palace, under Tong Mo's narrow gaze, he took Mu Zhang's hand and walked through the barrier together.

It was evening when it came out, and the red glow filled the sky like a flame.Half of the sun that had lost its dazzling light was faintly exposed, calm and calm.

There are a lot of tourists on the ground, walking through the bustling streets, what a peaceful sunset scene.

The city relies on water, and transportation is convenient. A flood a hundred years ago broke down the city wall, but the location could not be washed away.

Once the flood was over, the place flourished again.The boatmen on the shore shouted, the beautifully dressed women in the city chose their favorite jewelry, the children drooled in front of the pastry shop, the sons and daughters wearing jade and gold flocked to have fun in the flower building, and the scholars in green clothes chatted in twos and threes. Looking at the country and the world, from time to time there is a soft sedan chair with gorgeous decorations, staggering and passing by the street, and there seems to be a delicate girl's voice wafting out of it.

Everything seems to be the same as before, but in fact it is another look.

People are things.

Mu Zhang looked down at the city from a high position, and could only vaguely see traces of the past from the planning of the buildings in the city.

"This world belongs to the Yang family, right?" Mu Zhang asked.

Suheng replied: "Yes."

Mu Zhang felt a little comforted, after all, it hadn't become too thorough, but after thinking about it, what's the difference?In short, the city was no longer the city of his birth.

Su Heng asked: "Are you feeling hurt?"

Mu Zhang shook his head: "No."

He has known for a long time that there will be changes. In modern times, even if he goes out for ten or five years, he will not know the way when he returns to his hometown, not to mention it has been a hundred years here.He was just a little embarrassed, that's all.

Suheng didn't say anything anymore, she led Mu Zhang down, and entered the city gate.

In the beginning, Suheng led Mu Zhang away, but at some point, it changed to the situation where Mu Zhang was leading Suheng, pulling Suheng away.

Following the route in his memory, Mu Zhang found his "home".

This is really due to the fact that the architectural planning of ancient cities generally does not change much, and we are also grateful for Muzhang’s home, which is right by the river.

Other people have lived in this place for a long time, and the house has been taken up several times.

A woman who looked like a diligent peasant woman was feeding the chickens, and several children of different ages were running around the house.

Mu Zhang stood staring at the door for a long time, which caught the peasant woman's attention.She asked: "Young man, did you come to Liexi to ask for help?"

Familiarity reveals a strange local accent. Over the past hundred years, the accent here has also changed.

Mu Zhang replied: "Come to worship the ancestors."

"Example, Lali stood at the door of my house and messed with Mo's family? Your accent doesn't look like ours."

"Auntie, how long has your family lived here?"

"It's been seven or eighty years, isn't it?"

Seven or eighty years ago, that is to say, their house was built directly on the original ruins.

Mu Zhang wanted to ask, but didn't know what to ask.Such a big flood, what can be asked?

"Li Si used to make a list of Didi people, right?"

Seeing Mu Zhang's downcast expression, the peasant woman guessed.This kind of thing is not uncommon in this city.In the past few decades, people came to look for relatives every once in a while, but in recent years there have been fewer and fewer people.

The peasant woman asked Mu Zhang's reason for coming, so she didn't care about the stranger. She casually comforted him: "Mo Sang is worried, life is still going on."

Then he wiped his hands on the hem of his clothes, and went to do things in the house again.

Suheng held Mu Zhang's hand tightly, and returned to Mu Zhang who was in a trance.

Mu Zhang rubbed his face with the other hand and said, "I'm fine."

Originally, Mu Zhang didn't have a sad personality. Before he came here, he never expected that this place would remain the same as when he was a child.

Mu Zhang sighed, and led Su Heng forward.

It's early spring, and the apricot trees in the streets and alleys are full of flowers. When a gust of wind blows gently, fine petals like snow fall down one after another, spreading a thin layer on the ground.

Mu Zhang stepped on the falling flowers like clouds, sweeping the scene and things around him little by little.

"When I was born, this country was in a time of war, and conscription was everywhere, La Zhuangding. My two elder brothers went to the battlefield before I was born, and never came back." Mu Zhang's eyes fell. On the apricot white that is connected in the distance: "I am the only male in my family, so my family watched me very closely. But at that time I couldn't sit still, and often sneaked away while my family was not paying attention Come out and wander the streets."

In ancient times, there were no mobile phones or computers. The adults in the family were busy, and he was surrounded by his elder sister and two mothers-in-law. How could he sit still in this family?

Muzhang stopped at an alley: "There used to be an old man here who was sitting here buying pancakes - well, it's a kind of pasta with vegetables and crispbreads inside - five copper coins a piece." It’s delicious and crispy, so I often come here.”

Turning around the alley, I found an old man in his fifties sitting on the street, in front of him was a small stove with an iron plate, and beside it was a bucket of cornmeal.

This kind of street food is indispensable at any time, without this old man, there will be another old man.

Mu Zhang got excited, rushed to the man and said, "Grandpa, give me a portion, don't put coriander, green onion, pickled radish, put more vegetables."

The uncle started to move, and Mu Zhang turned to look at Suheng again: "Suheng, do you want to try it too? I'll invite you today!"

He said it boldly, as if he wanted to throw a lot of money in exchange for a smile from a beautiful woman.

Su Heng nodded, Mu Zhang chuckled, and asked the old man to add another portion.

The yellow cornmeal quickly turned into thin and crispy pancakes on the iron plate. The old man skillfully spread the noodles, beat eggs, put sauces, rolled them up, cut a knife in the middle with a shovel, and wrapped them up.Two servings of pancakes are freshly baked in no time.

Just as Mu Zhang was about to take out the money, his heart skipped a beat suddenly, and he said badly: He has been in the sky for nearly a hundred years, how could he still carry the currency used by the world?

Then Mu Zhang watched as a hand carved from white jade handed over a piece of broken silver.

Mu Zhang opened his mouth wide and looked at Su Heng in shock.Master Long Jun, who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, actually carries money? !

Mu Zhang forgot where the shortbread he ate earlier came from.With Suheng's character, he wouldn't use illusions to deceive ordinary people's eyes, and buy things with pebbles and leaves, so the shortbread was bought with real money.

The old man collected the broken silver and found a handful of copper plates.

Suheng was about to take it naturally, and Mu Zhang grabbed the copper plate in his hand in a hurry.

Wearing gold and silver on Suheng's body is already a bit out of style, if he is holding this pile of half-worn copper plates, the scene is really... eye-catching.

Su Heng let Mu Zhang snatch the copper plate away, followed his footsteps, listened to his memories, and looked calmly: "This pancake doesn't taste like the one I used to eat, it's too soft and too sweet. "

There is no such thing as a brand here, the street food has its own taste, the old man made it not bad, but it is not the taste that Muzhang is used to.

But Mu Zhang finished eating in one bite.

"Perhaps other flavors are more to your liking?"

In Suheng's view, it is normal for the world to go through withering and flourishing, and new things to replace the original ones.This is the law of the world.But for Mu Zhang, the feeling of being left behind by time may not be a good feeling.

Mu Zhang, who dragged Suheng and complained casually, was startled, and looked up into Suheng's eyes, full of worry and comfort.

Mu Zhang felt warm in his heart, he smiled and said, "No need, this one is actually quite delicious, right?"

More than half of the pancakes in Suheng's hand were missing.

After eating a portion of pancakes, Mu Zhang felt a little dry, and there was a wonton shop in front of him, and Mu Zhang dragged Su Heng into it.

There were still vacancies in the store, so Mu Zhang sat down first and called the boss: "Master, here are two bowls of small wontons."

"Oh good!"

"I don't want green onions or coriander in mine."

"got it!"

"More dried shrimps and more seaweed."

"……OK."

"Put more soup, and wontons too."

"..."

Mu Zhang's cheerful voice gradually faded away under the boss's speechless gaze.

Young man, why don't you just ask for two bowls.

Mu Zhang swears that he saw this line of writing on the boss's face, and it was extra large and bold.

Suheng couldn't help laughing, his eyebrows and eyes curled up, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he lowered his head to reveal a clear and shallow smile.He said to the boss: "Shopkeeper, please add another bowl."

Mu Zhang was shocked by Suheng's smile at first, and felt ashamed when he came back to his senses, his eyes rolled around, and when the boss brought three bowls of wontons, Mu Zhang pretended that nothing happened just now by eating Pass.

The fat little wontons are floating in the soup. The taste of the soup is so fresh that you can't stop after one bite.

Not long after, the two bowls of small wontons were cleaned up, and the soup and shrimp skin seaweed were not spared either.

"Would you like another bowl?" Su Heng asked.

Mu Zhang coughed twice and said no more.I asked the boss to collect the money, and the copper coins I had just received changed hands and went to someone else.

At this time, it was already dark outside, and the bustling town didn't seem to be quiet at night, and laughter and laughter spread over the town.

There is a small river in front of two steps, and there are people on both sides of the river, and lotus lanterns are lit up on the calm water, connected together, carrying the wishes of the lantern-bearers, drifting towards Zhangchuan.

"What is this for?"

Mu Zhang remembered that the Lantern Festival had already passed.

Su Heng knew the reason: "It's Christmas."

"What?"

No, since when is Christmas here?Has Christianity been able to preach across planes?But even Christmas is winter.

After a moment of confusion, Mu Zhang suddenly realized that the Christmas that Suheng said was not a modern Christmas, but the birthday of the current emperor.

The author has something to say:

Can you guess where the dialect in this chapter is from?

In order not to interrupt the article, let’s put the translation here. In fact, I personally think it is quite easy to understand.

"Example, Lali stood at the door of my house and messed with Mo's family? Your accent doesn't look like ours."

——Well, then what are you doing standing in front of my house?Your accent doesn't sound like ours.

"It's been seven or eighty years, isn't it?"

——It’s been seven or eighty years, what’s wrong?

"Li Si used to make a list of Didi people, right?"

——Are you the original person in this room?

There are still about three chapters left for Yinlong to be finished, hehehe, Ah Bei's first completed original article.Then he can concentrate on escaping back to the world, and next time, Ah Bei will be killed if he is killed.