Chapter 152 This is the early years of Daliang Qingyuan
What does a sad person’s dream look like?
Tu Hua slowly walked through the light source, and with every step, some crystal light splashed under her feet.
She gently and carefully touched a secret place in Zhang's sleep.
The chill lingered on her body, so she took out a cashmere coat from the system and put it on to keep out the cold. She breathed lightly, and there was a faint white mist.
Faintly, there was a noisy sound coming from the front.
Almost there, Tu Hua thought.
A stream of light rushed toward her, sliding past her.
Another picture appeared in front of me.
The willows are blowing in the spring breeze, the water is flowing under the small bridge, and the stone bridge connects two streets along the river. Under the bridge, there is a shopkeeper crouching down to arrange goods. When he encounters a young daughter-in-law who stops to look at her, he has to say hello. When he was led to the stall, he praised it and sold it enthusiastically.
In the awning boat docked by the river, there are villagers carrying luggage and saying goodbye to their families for a long journey. The boat is already far away, and there are constant reminders behind it.
The waiter at the store across the street was being scolded by the shopkeeper. He pulled off the white scarf on his shoulders and cursed silently. He went up the ladder to correct the plaque. He saw a customer standing outside the store hesitating, but he still couldn't help but change it. Zhang’s skillful smile helped him greet people.
Tu Hua walked out of the light source and faced a scene that was completely beyond her expectation.
"Is this Zhang's dream? Didn't I travel through time again?" Tu Hua said in surprise.
[This is the early Qingyuan year of Daliang. 】
"In the early years of Qingyuan? Isn't that when Xiahou Jie just ascended the throne."
Tu Hua raised her feet and stepped forward, and a magical scene happened. The originally black and white scene, accompanied by Watching her walking in Zhang's dream, it was like being smudged by colorful watercolors.
In an instant, Tu Hua seemed to have really walked into the spring-filled water town in the south of the Yangtze River.
Surrounded by lively fireworks in the city, Tu Hua turned around and looked back into the distance. What she couldn't see was the mist. She felt reassured. It seemed that she was indeed in Zhang's dream. .
What you see before your eyes is too real!
The real almost gave her another illusion.
She was dressed in a special way, and it was obvious that she was eye-catching when walking through the water town, but everyone passing by her didn't seem to find her appearance out of the ordinary.
Tu Hua felt much more at ease. She walked onto the stone bridge and looked down from a high position.
"Where is Mrs. Zhang?"
It belongs to Mrs. Zhang's dream. She will not appear here for no reason, but the owner of the dream is not found in the crowd.
A royal blue butterfly flew in front of Tu Hua and circled twice.
“I understand.”
Following the flying butterflies, Tu Hua walked down the stone bridge from the other side, passing by the waiter who climbed up the ladder to wipe the plaque, turned around the steaming steamed bun shop, and walked along the Walking for about five or six minutes with bluestone bricks underfoot, I finally saw a sapphire blue butterfly landing gently on the shoulder of a young girl.
Tu Hua stood a distance away from the other party and stopped to look at him.
"Miss! There is a butterfly on your shoulder!"
When Mrs. Zhang heard the sound, she stood motionless, her smart eyes staring at the maid in front of her, her voice sweet and naive: "Where is it? Where is it? Catch it for me!"
The maid fluttered at the butterfly, Nothing was found.
The sapphire blue butterfly circled between the master and the servant several times, then flew away leisurely.
The maid said angrily: "Miss, Cui Xi is too stupid."
The girl in a bud green skirt, instead of comforting her, nodded in agreement solemnly: "Yes, Cui Xi Too stupid.”
“Miss——”
The Zhang family in her teenage years seemed different from what Tu Hua remembered.
In her impression, Mrs. Zhang is casual, stubborn and tenacious, with an invisible tenacious vitality in her body. But now as a girl, Zhang has an oval face, clear eyes, and the natural vitality and cleverness of her age.
She couldn't help but approach the master and servant, and found that they were waiting for the fresh sesame cakes that were about to be baked on the street.
"Other people's sugar-filled sesame cakes are sold for one penny or three, shopkeeper, but yours is one penny a piece! Black-hearted."
"Oh, my Miss Zhang! What kind of fillings are there on the side? Yes, we don’t have the unpalatable food here. Otherwise, how delicious would it be if we cooked it?”
Ms. Zhang was not tall at this time, so she stood on tiptoes and looked in, urging: "How long will it take for it to heal?"
"It's almost! It's almost!"
"You just said it's soon, it's soon, but this stick of incense is about to be burned away, and it's not here yet The pancakes are out!”
Tu Hua looked on and saw that the shopkeeper of Tangji Shaobing had nothing to do with her, so she repeatedly begged for mercy: “Miss Zhang, I know where the door of the Zhang family’s house opens, otherwise it will be fine in a while. Should I have someone deliver it to the Zhang family?”
“No! I want to buy your mother’s sesame cakes in person, hurry up! If I don’t come out, I won’t be able to catch the boat.”
"Right away! Right now!"
The shopkeeper led the waiter around, and soon, two large bags of sesame seed cakes were wrapped in brown paper and handed over to the master and servant.
Ms. Zhang smiled broadly and said, “The shopkeeper’s business is booming!”
Shopkeeper Tang Ji cupped his hands and clasped his fists, and said with a smile: "I would like to wish the eldest lady a safe and happy trip to Beijing! I wish Mr. Zhang a better career! I wish my wife a long life and good health!"
A piece of broken silver was left behind. Tangji Shaobing.
Tu Hua watched as the master and servant walked to the carriage and left in the carriage.
Looking up at Tangji Shaobing, looking at the freshly baked runny cakes.
“Can you scan the recipe for this sesame cake?” Before the system could answer, Tu Hua remembered that this was in Zhang’s dream, and seemed a little embarrassed by the system, “Forget it, it was in a dream after all. It shouldn’t work.”
A second later, the system sounded:
[A recipe for Tang Ji Shaobing from Tongli Town, Xunzhou Prefecture, in the early years of Qingyuan in Daliang, has been copied and stored in the host folder. , please check. 】
Tu Hua was stunned for a long time.
I couldn’t help but turn around and raise my hand to show a thumbs up in admiration.
Cow! Really awesome!
After Tu Hua took a few steps, the scene around her suddenly rotated rapidly, and the light flew past. In the blink of an eye, she came to another place in Zhang's dream.
The Zhang family was on their way to Beijing.
A gust of cold river wind blew against her face. Tu Hua lowered her head and found that she was standing at the bow of the ship.
On the deck, facing the wind, stood a bearded man in his thirties or forties, wearing a brocade robe and an elegant face. It was obvious that he was a handsome man with good looks.
Tu Hua had some guesses in her mind.
At this age, there is also a faint resemblance to Mr. Zhang between his eyebrows. Is this person perhaps not Mr. Zhang’s father?
It was really cold outside. Not only was the river wind cold, but the icy chill lingered in Zhang's own conscious world. Tu Hua got off the bow of the boat with her hands in her pockets and walked towards the cabin.
The Zhang family's trip to Beijing this time hired a large ship with several large and small rooms in the cabin. Tuhua quickly found the room where Zhang's family was.
Traveling for wealthy people in ancient times was indeed extraordinary.
Zhang's mother's natal family was engaged in business and had a lot of money. In order for her husband to return to the capital and return to Boyuanhou Mansion, Zhang's mother was fully prepared, and her natal family bought a lot of extra things.
The new emperor ascended the throne, and the Hou Mansion found a way.
Zhang’s father was able to make a comeback this time, thanks to the great efforts of the Hou Mansion.
(End of this chapter)