Traveled through time with my ex-boyfriend [Chang Tian]

【The gentleman on the white horse】

In late autumn, the weather is getting cooler and cooler, and there is a chill in the morning breeze.

The sky was slightly bright, and the villagers of Hanjialing went out early as usual, stepping briskly into the thin morning mist.

A gust of wind came from nowhere, and with the refreshing fragrance, it made people feel refreshed.

Everyone raised their heads in unison, looking for the source of the fragrance.

Someone pointed to the river bank in the south and exclaimed: "Look over there, there is a big red cloud!"

The villagers looked intently, right? From the entrance of the village to the Jinjiang Wharf, there were thick and faint pink "clouds" that seemed to be flowing slowly with the autumn wind.

When I got closer, I realized that where is the cloud, it turned out that the fruit tree was blooming!

As if overnight, thousands of noodle trees seemed to have been negotiated, and all the buds that had been hanging for a long time opened their petals and spit out their stamens.

The fruit flower is very individual, it does not hang on the branches, nor does it grow between the branches, but grows on the trunk.The round and plump main trunk has cracks like copper wire holes, and emerald green flower stalks protrude from the slits, and the stalks are topped with delicate flowers.

Three-year-old flour fruit trees are each more than two feet high. At this time, the brown trunks are surrounded by layers of flowers, and they look like big pink pillars from a distance.

From the riverside to the valley, from the valley to the barren slope, Hanjialing seems to be immersed in a pink ocean, with soft "clouds" and the sweet fragrance of flowers everywhere.

The villagers work and chat here, happy and happy like gods.

Even though Ye Fan had read the information a long time ago, seeing it with his own eyes at this time still felt very miraculous.

He stretched out his hand to the stamen, wanting to grab one to study and study, but was held back by a small hammer.

"Mother said, this is food, don't grab it!" The little guy squinted his eyes and wrinkled his nose, very stern.

There were a few children beside them, all of whom were going to study in Li's Manor, presumably they had also been instructed, and they all nodded in agreement.

Ye Fan touched his nose embarrassingly, and explained: "I'm not messing around, but I just want to understand more carefully."

The little hammer was still grabbing his sleeve, and his voice was clear and firm, "No!"

The rest of the children also looked serious.

"Okay, I won't grab it anymore." Ye Fan spread his hands in compromise, and said with a smile, "Go to the school quickly, the master will slap your palms when it's late."

Little Hammer immediately defended: "Mr. is the most kind, so he won't hit the palm of his hand!"

Despite what he said, he still didn't dare to delay. He quickly picked up the small bookcase and ran towards Dongpo.

The rest of the children followed suit.

Ye Fan couldn't help laughing, "Little tender melons, there is something to learn!"

She stretched out her hand while laughing, picked out the reddest and largest flower, and pulled it off unceremoniously.

Before I had time to look carefully, I heard an exclamation, full of distress: "Which little bastard, dare to spoil the flowers?"

The high-pitched voice attracted all the people working in the nearby sunflower fields. They were carrying hoes and sticks, and they looked like they were about to fight.

Uh……

Ye Fan blinked and turned around in embarrassment.

When the villagers saw that it was him, their expressions were even more embarrassing than his.

The first to react was the old village chief.

The old man paused with his cane, and said in a polite and stern tone, "When it grows, it becomes food, a flower becomes a fruit, and a fruit can steam more than a dozen big white pastries. Didn't Xiao Lang say that?"

Ye Fan touched his nose and nodded embarrassingly.

The old man said again: "The ancients said that 'every grain is hard work', Xiao Lang should set an example and must not be ruined arbitrarily."

"Thank you Han Gong for teaching me, I won't dare again." Ye Fan raised his hand and bowed respectfully.

Seeing his good attitude, the old village chief calmed down, "This tree originally belonged to Xiao Lang's family, logically, let alone just picking a flower, even if all these trees are cut down, it's not the old man's turn to intervene."

Ye Fan hurriedly said: "You must not say that, the boy understands the kindness of you and everyone."

He said this sincerely. He knew from the very beginning that if the villagers hadn't spontaneously watched and guarded, pulled out grass and watered the ladle from time to time, it was impossible for each of these trees to grow well up to now and still bloom. so many flowers.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan raised his hand again and saluted everyone.

When the villagers saw that he was not only not angry, but also acted like this, they couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time, they felt a stronger sense of responsibility.

Ye Fan quietly gathered the picked flowers into his sleeves, and said goodbye to everyone with a smile on his face.

It wasn't until he returned to his cave that he dared to take out the flowers blatantly and look at them carefully.

The green flower stalk has a smooth surface, as if coated with a layer of wax.

There are five calyxes on the top of the flower stalk, emerald green in color, with fluffy thorns, which protect the delicate petals well.

Ye Fan counted, and it was as written in the information, the autumn flowers had nine petals in total, round and small, like a girl's nails, with a touch of pink.

The stamens are slender and long, silky and encircling, as big as an adult's fist, clustered in front of the small petals, like fluffy cotton candy.

According to the data, the fruit tree is monoecious and self-pollinating.

Ye Fan pushed aside the silky stamens on the outside, only to see the milky white pistil inside—small and round, like a pearl, shyly hiding.

Although it looks delicate, this flower is actually very "strong".

Ye Fan packed it all the way in the sleeve, not only did it not show any signs of damage, but even the shape remained the same.

He blew on the stamen, and the "cotton candy" shook slightly, but it didn't fall.

"Yeah, it's fun!"

Fat Tuan rode on his wrist with his thin legs apart, stretched out his little paws and tugged curiously.However, only a stamen as thin as a hair was torn off, and the rest were still growing well.

The little guy blinked his watery eyes and exclaimed, "It's amazing!"

Ye Fan smiled, "Do you still have the information given by Boll?"

"some!"

Fat Tuan responded softly, pulled out the information in the blink of an eye, and hugged the virtual screen in front of Ye Fan with a smile.

"Good son." Ye Fan lovingly rubbed the little guy's forehead.

The fat group twisted, and the white one quietly turned pink, just like that fruit flower, obedient and shy.

Ye Fan smiled, and turned to look at the information. Judging from the current situation, the noodle fruit tree seems to have adapted well and has not mutated.

It wasn't until this moment that he finally felt relieved—at least he didn't have to worry about food this winter.

***

The "big belly tree" in Hanjialing is blooming, and it is as beautiful as a fairyland.

The news spread from ten to ten, and within a few days, it spread all over the streets and alleys of Daning County, and then spread to Anzhou City.

An Rong naturally also got the news.

Usually, he would send Ann back in the middle of every month, either to buy some medicinal wine, or to send something to Ye Fan, or just to pass on a letter, without interruption.

Over the past few months, although Ye Fan and him have never met, they have developed a good friendship with each other.Some time ago, An Rong also said that on the day of Chongyang Festival, he would definitely come to drink and enjoy the flowers.

Now, seeing these people, Ye Fan remembered the agreement with An Rong.

So, taking advantage of his spare time, he and Yu Sanniang cleaned up the spare cave dwellings in the north house, thinking about entertaining him for a few days.

Unexpectedly, not only An Rong did not come this time, but An Hui also did not show up.

Ye Fan hesitated whether to ask someone to send him a letter, asked about the situation, and then thought about whether he didn't come on purpose, after all, Li Yao just cheated Wang An a lot of money not long ago.

An Rong didn't show up, was it to avoid suspicion, or to show his position?

Although this friendship has always been actively maintained by the other party, Ye Fan also cares about it, and it would be a pity if it was cut off like this.

However, he didn't dwell on it for too long, and his attention was quickly diverted by the bustle of Hanjialing.

In September, autumn is high and crisp, and it is a good time to go out for an outing.

Usually, if the wealthy people in the city wanted to see fresh scenery, they would either go north to Qingliang Mountain, or go east to Qianfo Temple.Not to mention the long journey, I'm tired of traveling all these years.

Now that they heard about this new thing, every household is planning to go and have a look.

So, the young ladies were led by the elders in the family, and they came towards Hanjialing in mule carts and sedan chairs full of expectations.

The gentlemen also rode horses, and accompanied them from near or far.

There are also the students of the academy, three or five of them hired a car, talked loudly while driving, and wrote several poems before they arrived at the place.

The hawkers in the city saw it and followed them all the way. There are not only snacks such as fried fragrant beans, steamed honey cakes, and dried salted tofu, but also sliced ​​noodles, 栲栳栳, whole lamb soup, pea porridge, etc., although they are not as good as their own. The kitchen is exquisite, but it is fresh and warm.

The little ladies sent their wives to buy some, and they hid in the carriages with their sisters and ate happily.

The lords smelled the salty fragrance, but they didn't care about being reserved, so they sent the boys to buy it.

The aristocrats spent their money readily, and the hawkers were honest too. The toppings were added to the noodles, and they were very satisfied with each other.

Ye Fan also joined in the fun and moved Flammulina velutipes out for sale.

This thing immediately caught the eyes of those city people—you know, outside of Daning, this white and tender mushroom is a rare commodity, and it can even fetch sky-high prices in the capital.

Ye Fan didn't bother to weigh it, so he tied Flammulina velutipes into wrist-thick bundles with a small hammer, and each bundle sold for five copper coins.

When the servant heard this, his eyes widened, "How much? A bundle of five copper coins?!"

Ye Fan blinked, could it be... It's expensive?

That's right, in modern times, such a small handful can cost two yuan at most.

Just as he was about to change his words, he saw the boy running back to his master in a hurry, murmuring and not knowing what he was talking about, and looking at Ye Fan while talking.

Seeing the other party's expression getting more and more serious, Ye Fan was speechless. If he thought it was too expensive, he wouldn't buy it. Could it be that he still wanted to mess things up?

Just as he was complaining, the boy ran back again, followed by a snow-white horse, and immediately sat a young gentleman in moon white clothes.

Ye Fan didn't pay attention to anything else, his eyes were fixed on his horse.

The snow-white body can't find any variegated colors, the long mane, and the ponytail is extremely smooth, swaying gently with the stepping of the horse's hooves, like the ripples on the surface of a lake, shining brightly in the sun.

So handsome!

Ye Fan was secretly envious.

Li Yao also said that he would buy him a little white horse, and the deposit was already placed.However, before the cub was born, the two had a quarrel.

"Xiao Lang-jun?"

The servant called three times in a row, but Ye Fan didn't hear him.

"Hey, the mushroom seller!"

"Huh?" Ye Fan responded subconsciously, his eyes still fixed on the horse.

Immediately, Lang Jun looked down and couldn't help chuckling.

"But like it?"

Ye Fan seemed to be awakened by the sound, and raised his head abruptly.