The early morning of early spring is still cold and frozen. A few wisps of milky white mist float in the sky, floating above Jiangling City, trembling slightly. A trace of clear and transparent morning dew accumulates water, dripping from the eaves of the largest street in the west of the city, and petals bloom on the ground from time to time.

There are few people on the streets, and the sleepy and yawning friends in their mouths stood lazily in front of their own shops, lifting the door shop behind them horizontally, as if reflecting the beginning of the day.

A stream of boiling water mixed with boiling water. The rich aroma of mutton soup with some seasonings was mixed with, spread from the street home to the noodle restaurant. The slightest bit of oil in the boiling water, and the skeleton-shaped knives hanging from the chopping board, seduced the three men on the street and couldn't help but walk in.

Standing in front of a largest double-floor shop on the street, only ten feet away from the noodle shop, a man in brocade clothes who had just come out of the store, sniffed with his hands on his waist; "The fourth son of the Ma family, bring me ten bowls of noodle soup. The old rules are that there should be more noodles, more soup, double portions of meat, and more garlic cloves!"

At the entrance of that noodle shop, a young man who was delivering noodle soup in other shops on the street responded with a shout, and hurried into the outside hall of the restaurant. He quickly put five bowls of boiling noodle soup in the tray and walked straight to the raw medicine shop called "Chunshuitang", and then he carefully held it down.

Directly behind Chunshuitang is a huge courtyard. The courtyard is about 30 meters wide and nearly 200 meters long. Each compartment is divided into three courtyards with extremely scenic views.

A group of patterned butterflies glided slowly in the south of the main courtyard to find a garden with a hundred flowers in the middle and low. After a while, they stopped among a few purple magnolia flowers and started to pick them lightly.

It was at this time that Yang Lin sat lazily on the green bamboo chair in the middle of the garden and watched the scenery leisurely. A pot of green dew snowflake tea placed in front of him occasionally drifting out a wisp of intoxicating fragrance of tea.

Unlike the one hemp dress yesterday, a set of purple jade brocade robe with cloud and fog satin was tied up beneath his body, making him look more energetic. The bowl of green tea on the stone table was slightly swaying and reflected a soft halo of pure jade color from time to time. It was a white jade ring with mutton fat, and the bright jade that emerged from the ejaculation was faint.

The largest bedroom in the north of the main courtyard opened with a creaking sound. Walking out of the room was a naked man with a lion's mouth and a wide nose, and his muscles were as strong and violent as a buffalo.

Let the cold morning wind blow the cold wind in the black chest feel a little cold, but the man enjoyed it very comfortably, walked out of the north side of the wing and came to a spring beside the courtyard. He leaned over and lie down for more than a dozen heavy pressures, and then jumped back and forth in the same place for dozens of strange movements. He picked up the clear spring water just made by the bucket, and then poured three or four buckets from head to body, and walked towards the garden with a sigh of relief.

The man walked more than ten steps in the garden, and without hesitation, bent down at the bluestone table and laughed at Yang Lin: "Damn it, you have figured out my morning training temper. As soon as you come back, you have to sit here and wait for me to chat?"

After taking a sip of the green tea just now, Yang Lin blinked and chuckled: "Every time I chat with you, there are always some strange things that are difficult to solve. Sometimes I really doubt where you came from."

He grabbed a few butter cakes from the table and threw them into his mouth for a while. The big man muttered in a vague way: "I just fell under the cliff and crossed through time. What's wrong?"

Yang Lin laughed silently, and he curled his lips: "Every time you talk to you about serious things, you like to say strange words to fool people. Travel, travel, and reincarnate from another world to this world? It's quite magical and amazing like the reincarnation of Buddhism!"

The big man glared at Yang Lin fiercely and hummed, "If you don't believe me, there is nothing I can do, but then again, do you have the bird-feather world of the stories I told you??"

The big man was still nagging and wanted to continue talking, Yang Lin shook his hand and smiled bitterly: "Okay, okay, every time you talk about this, you can't get along so hard, I believe it."

The big man laughed and was about to continue saying something, but suddenly knocked on the table and shouted loudly, "Oh Lao Zhang, why haven't my noodles been delivered yet? Damn, you turtle sons must have started eating first, right?"

As a strong fragrance of food came, a rumbling voice of a gong that was almost as thick as the man had sounded far from the front hall: "Mr. Ling, you are wronging our brothers again. This is just here and is waiting to be delivered to you. Why do we start eating first?"

After the words came, the noodles came. A bowl of noodles exuded a strong aroma, and the white noodle with oil and peaches boiled in white was carefully held in his hand by a man in brocade clothes and walked towards the garden.

The big man swallowed hard, licked his lips and urged repeatedly: "Hurry, hurry up, if the first mutton soup noodles poured in the pot are condensed with oil beads when the wind blows, he will be damn old!"

Seeing the bowl of mutton soup noodles that were carefully put down, as if it was still rolling with boiling water and oil, Yang Lin couldn't help but swallow his saliva and smiled: "This kind of noodle soup is a bit delicious. But why didn't I find such delicious food when I lived in the past?"

The man couldn't wait to snore a few mouthfuls of mutton soup, and then he chewed the boiling noodles like whiteness, and replied a little vaguely: "This group of men rented a store to open this noodle shop on the third day of this month. If you can find it far away in Cuihu, that would be a ghost!"

"By the way, you kid are not enjoying your happiness in Cuihu, why are you going back to Jiangling for a long time?" He spit out a piece of the hard bones of the sheep's waist from his mouth. The man seemed to be puzzled and asked strangely.

Yang Lin glared at his eyes and scolded loudly: "Fuck, it's not because of that little girl. She is not happy in Tianshui, but she comes to Jiangnan to find a couple who fly together, shoulder to shoulder, and be her grandma's dream of spring and autumn!"

"Cough, cough, cough." The big man laughed so hard that he almost fell and coughed up several mouthfuls of minced meat noodle soup. He wanted to hold back the extraordinary pleasure from the muscles of his throat, but he couldn't help laughing: "King Xiaoyao has been in Jiande for nine years and has not returned from traveling for several years. Princess Zhao must be lonely and panicked, and only then did he think of you, an unmarried young man, who came to relieve your love."

"When will the bright moon come in? Thousands of miles apart are like dreams. The spring breeze is full of love. I hope to come and brush my heart." If this poem starts from Yang Lin's mouth, it will appear a bit poetic and flowery under the garden in the morning. However, suddenly, a few traces of oily stars are floating around the corner of his mouth, and the big man with a red and black chest slowly chants out from the mouth, but it makes people feel creepy and a bit extra gloomy.

Yang Lin's eye socket beads almost glared out. While humming and remembering the poem silently, he curled his lips and said disdain: "It's plagiarism again. Your grandma's, every time he chats, he likes to recite a few plagiarism poems about lovebirds, which makes me disgusted!"

The big man slapped the table hard, and the noodle soup in the corner of his mouth cursed: "Since this bullshit Jiande has traveled through time for seven years, I have told you so many wonderful stories and poems, and how many stories and poems have you enriched your modern knowledge! Damn, our elder brother doesn't laugh at my second brother, don't you, a stinky brat, also silently remember my poems every time, and occasionally show off in front of those subordinates?"

Yang Lin shook his head with a sense of laughter and cry, then whispered in a low voice with a serious face: "Let's just talk about serious matters. Recently, Jiangling has been flooding with refugees and defeating troops. Do you know this?"

After snoring the last bite of mutton soup, he put the empty soup noodles bowl back on the table. The man burped and nodded indifferently: "Although I don't look at the fact that I've been stuck in the mansion all day long, how can I hide this kind of bird matter from my ears? The flood in Runan is flooded with the six palaces, and the earthquake is a damn earthquake! "

Yang Lin bit his lips and sighed faintly: "I'm afraid there is another thing you haven't known. On the day of the earthquake, the Qi Navy divided his troops in multiple directions in the Huaibei area. Taking advantage of the spread of the Huai River, he went downstream and took straight to Runan. At present, the secret camp's investigation report seems to have almost attacked the Linjiang area."

The man took a breath of air conditioning, his face looked disbelief and said, "Impossible, the Huaibei waterway is bent and zigzag, how could the Qi army come so quickly?"

He turned his eyes a few times with an uncertain expression, and suddenly he seemed to be determined to say to Yang Lin: "Come with me, I will show you something good."

The man took Yang Lin to the room with some mystery. From the dark wall of the scroll on the right side of the bedroom, he took out a dark and ink-like book, which was as straight as ink, and in a heavy feel, as if he could stroke a square iron plate made of some kind of weird metal. He reached out to Yang Lin and said in a low voice: "Look, don't scream so that people can notice it. This kind of treasure is the one I brought when I traveled through the noble world!"

The iron plate is in a folded shape, and is spread out on the table top and vertically, and is placed horizontally on the table. Rows of strangely concave and convex small squares are like pieces of black grid tofu, firmly inlaid between the patterns of the metal iron plate horizontally on the table.

The big man pressed the small black grid-like squares twice, and followed a few words and a strange language. He saw the vertical iron plate standing upright on the table, covered by a thin film, suddenly shining with a horizontal light.

Yang Lin was shocked and took a few steps backwards, suppressing his heart to beat wildly and whispered in horror: "This, this, what is this? How can he... be able to speak in a sound and halo, and speak in a daze?"
Chapter completed!