Crossing the Datang Restaurant

The journey that could have started as soon as possible, but because of this incident, it was temporarily stopped and stayed in the inn temporarily.

Rong Yushu has no problems at all. The proprietress of this store is gentle and considerate, and her craftsmanship is good. Although the home-cooked dishes are not exquisite in appearance, they are better than good in taste.

On this day, Rong Yushu asked Afu to buy sheepskin.Parchment is expensive or not, but it is not easy to find, but it is winter, and more sheep are slaughtered, and this parchment is also relatively easy to get, not to mention expensive, at least the raw material needs to be this thing.

Rong Yushu is actually a little puzzled. According to what is written later, this person should also be knowledgeable and educated. He didn't have a deep understanding of history before, but he should have had paper at that time. According to this person's identity, Hua It is not a problem to find some paper with some effort, so why only use parchment as a writing tool.

After thinking about it carefully, this paper is fragile, let alone it was at that time. If it is written on it, it may be torn if you are not careful. Although sheepskin is precious, it can be stored for a long time. It was written in this way, but after the introduction of Chinese paper, it gradually disappeared. However, parchment is still used to record some important French words to show its solemnity.

After I bought the sheepskin, I first cut it into the size of a book, and sewed it up to make it look like a book in my memory. The sheepskin was not cut long ago, but after a long time It has become a little dry, and you can write directly on it.

The words written in the book in my memory are in block letters, and the handwriting can be regarded as strong and powerful. Rong Yushu can't write with a brush, so Ming Geer found a rooster's tail feather from the backyard, pulled it out, and used it as a quill to stick it on. write.

Although it has been a long time since I came to this world, I have never forgotten the aspect of history. Without him, ever since I knew that I came to such a dynasty, I subconsciously sorted out all the major historical events behind.

I was originally interested in history, even after I came to this dynasty, I often missed it and subconsciously deepened the impression. Besides, it was just some general things, not particularly proficient, so it didn’t take long. The time was neatly written on the parchment.

It just needs to be written neatly, so between one stroke and one stroke, it will inevitably take more time.

When doing this, Rong Yushu didn't tell other people, but wrote it by himself with the lamp on at night. The visibility of the oil lamp is not very high, so Rong Yu's writing is a bit difficult, and the difficulty is deepened unconsciously.

It took three days to write it down completely silently, because I was only free at night.

There were knocks on the door outside, Rong Yushu hurriedly put away the books in front of him, put them on the bed, said to come in, and with a sound of "Kaz", Xueniang swayed in.

Seeing that the oil lamp seemed to be on, Xueniang frowned slightly, looking a little unhappy, and reprimanded: "Why didn't you go to bed so late, and the oil lamp was still on, could it be that you were reading? Why haven't I seen you like this on weekdays?" consciously?"

Rong Yushu's smile was flawless, and he said: "I asked Brother Ming to help me find a book or two, and I was a little fascinated by it, Xue Niang is the one, what's the matter with me so late? "

Xue Niang sat down angrily, and began to complain to Rong Yushu, saying: "Tang Guang really doesn't know what's good, he doesn't even show his face these days, and he doesn't know what he's doing."

Rong Yushu not only comforted: "Okay, Xueniang, since Tang Guang doesn't pursue it anymore, you don't need to worry about it anymore. This matter is not caused by Huojiao, and you don't need to be so angry."

Xueniang's eyes lit up, but she still asked angrily, "Who else is there if it's not the Fire Worship Cult?"

Rong Yushu smiled indifferently, looked at the book in front of him intentionally or unintentionally, and said: "Okay, you don't need to talk to me anymore, Brother Tang has obtained very few clues so far, the thief has been I can't hide it, I lost my things, and I will be blamed when I go back, Brother Tang didn't say anything, and this matter doesn't care about your business, why are you asking so much?"

Xue Niang was exposed, and she didn't have any embarrassment on her face. Instead, she said with some confidence: "Why can't I know, you two seem to know something, and you are hiding everything from me. I can't ask it myself. ah?"

Rong Yushu smiled and said, "Of course you can ask, but Xueniang, are you sure you want to know?"

Before he could say anything, he continued: "Brother Tang has been busy with this matter for the past few days. I heard from you that the entire county has been sealed off. In addition, I have asked the local people and shops for news, but there is still no news. Nothing, I'm afraid those people should not be here anymore."

"Xue Niang, just listen to my words, don't worry about this matter for the time being, once you go up, you don't understand, it will add to the chaos, this matter has nothing to do with you, why bother?" Rong Yushu sighed He breathed a sigh of relief, although he could understand Xueniang's curiosity, but Tang Guang was in a dilemma.

Xue Niang curled her lips, muttered, and said, "You know how to speak for him."

Rong Yushu smiled lightly, tears streaming down his face, can he not speak for him?The things I dropped by myself, now I can only make fakes, and I must not tear them apart when the time comes.

In the early morning, Rong Yushu went to the proprietress early and asked for vinegar. After diluting it with tea, he put it in the washbasin. Looking at the somewhat transparent light brown liquid, Rong Yushu looked at the sorted parchment paper. The font of the paper was still fresh, Rong Yushu thought about it, took off the rope above, divided it into pieces of parchment, and put them in the diluted vinegar water.

The vinegar water is not deep, very light, mainly because there is no white vinegar, if there is, the effect may be better, after soaking for a short time, take it out immediately, fortunately, it was originally some grayish white parchment, with Light yellow, not deep, this is the best, if it is wet, it will be even better if it is dried.

When Rong Yushu saw that there was something going on, he couldn't help becoming a little excited. He did the rest of the work in the same way, picked it up, and the sun came in, casting halos on the floor. In the brightest place, although the sun is not strong in late autumn, it is still enough to dry books.

With Brother Ming on their backs, they dried the parchment and thought about the rope used to fix the book. The rope used for sewing needles they saw earlier was obviously worn out. The rope is tattered, and the rope is not durable. The one I saw before is already worn out, and it is the best that it will be broken like this.

The sun-dried book has obvious yellow marks, some of which are of different shades, and some places are darker.

But it looks like, except for a slightly sour taste, it looks a bit like, well, it will be better if you grind it with lime again.

Rong Yushu put the book on his chest, walked out stealthily, looked around, there were not many people, but from the stairs, he could hear the voices of people downstairs - the business here has always been good.

Halfway through the walk, I saw Ah Fu. This simple and honest man saw a silly smile on his young master's face. He seemed to be happy, and said, "Master, are you out?"

"Master, I didn't break my hands or legs, so of course I can come out." Rong Yushu rolled his eyes, looking a little helpless, then changed his face, and said quietly: "Well, do you know what Tang Shaoqing is doing recently? something?"

Ah Fu thought for a while, opened his eyes wide, and said to Rong Yushu: "Well, I don't know, but I go out early and return late all day long, and ask us to cook the medicine every day." Thinking of the purpose of my visit this time , brought up the medicine in his hand, and a pungent smell of traditional Chinese medicine came to his face.

Somewhat impatiently, he twitched his nose, picked up the medicine suddenly, took a mouthful, gurgled, and with a "touch", he put it heavily on the tray, making a "pop".

I was scared to death. I thought the young master was going to throw up the medicine. Ah Fu breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little happy. Fortunately, the young master drank it, otherwise Brother Ming would definitely scold himself to death.

Rong Yushu swallowed the medicine with great difficulty, almost spit it out, his face contorted for a while, and finally healed up, he asked hurriedly, "Is Tang Shaoqing here?"

Ah Fu nodded hastily, and said: "I saw him just now, he just came back."

Rong Yushu passed Ah Fu and walked to the back, Ah Fu's anxious voice came, saying: "Master, don't you want dinner?" It's delicious stewed pork.

"I won't eat it, I'll leave it to you, I won't tell Brother Ming." Without saying a word, it still disappeared.

Ah Fu's eyes lit up suddenly, he giggled, showing a thoughtful expression, and walked into the young master's room.

This is what the young master told me to eat, not what I stole.

When Rong Yushu walked to the door, he hesitated, and finally made up his mind to knock, but found that the door didn't seem to be locked, so he pushed it open with a little force.

After pushing it away, there was a moment of silence, but there was the sound of water rushing inside, as if someone was taking a bath.

Rong Yushu blinked his eyes, and wanted to go in, but he glanced around and saw some clothes on the stool next to the inner room.

They were neatly arranged, there was a pendant saber on it, and there seemed to be another item that had never been seen before. Rong Yushu was a little curious, so he went in and picked it up.

This is another pendant, dark red, with a cow carved on it, lifelike, the workmanship is a bit old, there seem to be some mottled marks on it, a little strange, I touched it hard, and there are dark red marks on my hand, After rubbing my thumbs together for a while, it feels weird, some like dye, some like... blood?

With a shake of his hand, he fell to the ground. With a crisp sound, Rong Yushu quickly followed in and picked it up. When he looked up, he saw steaming heat, and slightly wet hair stuck to his forehead amidst the mist. Seeing Rong Yushu coming in, Frowning slightly, a little surprised, he stood up, and in an instant, the scenery below him could be seen at a glance.

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