In Bingzhou, the spring cold is still there. The cold wind blowing from the west, even with a large amount of biting snow, shaking the endless Bingzhou, growing into pieces of cold pine forests.

The sky cliff at the junction of Bingzhou and Wuyaozhou, the rising sun shines on it in the early morning, as if it is coated with a layer of gold foil. From a distance, you can still vaguely see the winding cliff steps on the cliff above it.

The road between Twisting Waist and the outside world was the only road, the first dangerous road in Daxia, the only road, but now, from Twisting Waist to Shenjing City countless miles away, it was only a flash, so the population on the Twisting Waist is even less common.

Under the cliff of the sky, Bingzhou Yaxia Town, under the cold in early spring, when the sun just emerged, most of the people in every household were still asleep. Then, in a house in the Yaxia Town, a woman's roar sounded throughout the sky:

"You little bastard, during the celebration last night, I actually took advantage of my inattention and drank secretly. At such a young age, I must peel you off!"

The sound of scolding fell, and there was a crackling sound of flesh and blood slapping. As the boy kept shouting, it was obvious that the woman was angry, and the angry woman did not intend to stop. Then he pointed the finger at her husband who was also drunk yesterday and continued to scold:

"And you, let you look at your son well, good guy, just drink it. It's really useless!"

"Isn't it a great victory yesterday? Everyone is happy, and I asked me to drink it casually. Isn't this what you said!"

The woman's husband, an extremely simple man, just spoke up and refuted, and then the woman glared with her eyes and stammered and swallowed the following defense back into her stomach.

The quiet and peaceful cliff town in the early morning was completely awakened by the woman's scolding and began to rejuvenate.

Then, in the yard of the only inn in the town, his face was round and he had gained weight recently. Manager Mo stood in front of the gate of the inn that had just been rebuilt for a long time. Then he turned around and looked at his daughter Nannan, who was standing behind him, wearing a pink cotton jacket, and was as carved as a porcelain doll.

Under the gaze of her father, the little girl thought she had made some mistakes, then shook her head like a rattle, and said softly:

"Dad, Nannan was very well-behaved last night. Nannan didn't drink secretly. Dad, don't talk about Nannan!"

As soon as this said, Manager Mo's round face suddenly burst into laughter. He stretched out his right hand and touched his daughter's head, and responded softly:

"Nannan is so well-behaved, why is Dad willing to talk to you?"

After the shopkeeper Mo finished speaking, as if he had made up some decision, he held his daughter's hand, pushed open the door, walked into the streets of Yaxia Town, which was filled with a faint mist, and slowly headed towards the outside of the town.

After a while, the figures of the father and daughter, a big and small father walked out of the mist. Then, from a distance, I saw a yard made of pine wood outside the town. At this time, a stream of smoke was rising in the yard. It must be that someone was making breakfast. A large vegetable field was opened up outside the yard. At the same time, three people were working with the slowly rising sun.

A middle-aged man wearing a black coarse cloth robe, although he was plowing the ground with a hoe, his face was quiet, and his every move revealed an extremely elegant atmosphere. A young man was also helping next to the middle-aged man. He was wearing a simple white rosin. Although the head of the ground was hoeeded, the soil splashed on the corner of his clothes, the young man didn't care at all. His ordinary but fair face was full of seriousness, and every move was meticulous.

Then the middle-aged man stood up slightly and slowly spoke to the side:

"Yaya, you have picked a few dishes. Is it enough for cooking today?"

After the man's gentle voice fell, a little girl squatting in the field on the other side raised her head and responded loudly:

"Sir, Yaya picked ten plants, but I don't know if it's enough?"

"Enough is enough. If you pick too much in one breath, you won't be enough to eat in the future!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he smiled, then bowed to the ground again, and then heard the young Confucian scholar beside him say:

"Mr. You really have a good drinker. During the celebration last night, I saw you put in almost all the adult men in the entire Yaxia Town. I didn't expect that I would work like nothing happened early this morning."

"This is a good alcohol tolerance that I learned when I was an official in Shenjing City. You also know that our human race has a strong wine culture. If you stayed in the Ministry of Rites for more than twenty years, your alcohol tolerance would be almost the same as the entire town."

The former Minister of Rites You Tingjian did not raise his head, and his voice came out faintly. Then he seemed to think of something and continued to speak:

"I remember a few days ago, someone came to Daxia Academy. I should have asked you to go back and take the Grand Court exam for these days, right?"

You Tingjian asked, Xin Hao, a Confucian scholar who is one of the best in the Academy, hesitated for a few moments, nodded, and then responded:

"I was hesitant, so I was still thinking."

"Everyone has their own ambitions, the key is to follow the heart. However, I am here in the academy in Yaxia Town, so you don't have to worry too much. If you have any questions, you should do it boldly while you are young."

After You Tingjian said this, he turned around gently, looked at Manager Mo who was walking towards Nannan's hand, smiled and asked:

"It's early this morning, Manager Mo came to find him, is there something important?"

"Mr. You are really imaginary!"

A kind smile appeared on Manager Mo's round face, and he didn't care, and said directly:

"I heard that Mr. You once came from Shenjing City, and it is not to be hiding it. My inner friend and daughter have always dreamed of going to Shenjing City to see it. Our Bingzhou Yaxia Town is too far away and we can't find the scroll for teleportation for a while, so we came to ask if there was a way."

After the shopkeeper Mo finished speaking, he found something tightly wrapped in cloth in his arms. After opening it, he continued to speak:

"Of course, I won't let the gentleman spend money in vain. I wonder if it's feasible to exchange this item?"

Manager Mo's voice fell, and You Tingjian looked up and saw a silver light coming into his eyes. His face suddenly changed slightly. He raised his foot and said:

"This is Xuantian Charcoal, and it is specially provided by the Royal Family of the White Emperor Palace. Manager Mo, it's unusual for this thing to appear in your hands."

"This, this is given by a noble man a few days ago!"

Hearing You Tingjian's solemn voice, Storekeeper Mo was a little panicked and explained with a bitter face. Then Xin Hao, a Confucian scholar, put away the hoe in his hand, walked in slowly, patted Storekeeper Mo's shoulder, and the voice came out faintly:

"Your Xuantian charcoal has no problem with the origin, so let's put it away. This thing is very valuable. If you want to sell it, no one will dare to take it away for a while. If you want to go to Shenjing City, then follow me."

As soon as this said, You Tingjian gently stroked the beard on his chest and asked loudly:

“Did you decide?”

"I've decided!"

"It may be difficult to return after going here."
Chapter completed!