Yue Lai Restaurant had been deserted for a long time.
On the mottled golden signboard, there were spots of black paint and traces of falling off, but there was not a single spider web on it. There was not even a single leaf on the steps at the door. Although it was already autumn, half of the dead leaves on the crooked tree at the door of Zhang Feng's restaurant had already fallen off.
It was clear that someone had meticulously cleaned this place. Even the door of Zhang Feng's restaurant was not locked. But even so, it seemed that the woman had not opened half of the door for a long time. There was no trace of being opened at the connection between the ground and the wooden door.
Tong Huifang had returned to her usual peaceful state.
It was not midnight yet.
However, on the streets, there were already many merchants selling goods. Most of them were selling farming tools, such as adjustments made of bamboo, bundles of hoes in a row, flat machines, wicker baskets, and other farming tools. They were yelling along the streets for sale.
Even the snack stall that hadn't been seen for a long time was here. It was bustling with activity on the side of the street. At this time, it was raining, and the basketball court was also filled with many old and young people. Some were Shangcheng Hualiang Ma, and some were off the court. They were cursing and pointing at the people who were playing basketball on the court.
Looking at this peaceful scene, Zhang Feng could not help but be slightly intoxicated.
Was this still the original Tonggui Port? Was this still the original Chang 'an City? Due to the addition of modern elements, Zhang Feng suddenly felt that the things in his memory had begun to subtly integrate with the lobby. He did not know whether it was right or not, but he had done it.
He did not regret it. After all, the progress of the era needed to be made step by step. Since he had been through time travel for such a long time, if he did not do something, he would really be sorry for his knowledge.
Zhang Feng knew very well that it was better to change the era than to change himself. His change was nothing, but if he could make the entire era move forward with him, then he would have really done something. After all, in this slave society, there were many things that Zhang Feng could not understand. For example, instead of using toilet paper to go to the toilet, they used bamboo chips or the black cloth that the Black Knights used to wipe themselves. This made Zhang Feng somewhat crazy and want to beat someone up.
But with White Paper, the cooperatives and other things he created, and the slow popularization of medical knowledge and other things, Zhang Feng suddenly felt that the Tang Dynasty seemed to be not bad. At least compared with the hypocritical later generations, there was more peace and tranquility here, and there was no intrigue.
Zhong Feng took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the tavern. Perhaps he had not returned to the tavern for half a month, but when he pushed open the door, he was surprised to find that there was not a trace of dust on the tables and chairs in the tavern. This made Zhang Feng a little stunned. Originally, he thought that when he opened the door, the place would be full of mice and the musty smell, which would be enough for him to clean up for half a day. But he did not expect this scene.
Zhang Feng shook his head with a wry smile and looked at a few children outside the door.
When the children saw Zhang Feng looking at them, they laughed mischievously before dispersing in an uproar.
Needless to say, all of this was done by these children. The government had new rules. He did not know whether these things were done by their adults or by these children's own initiative. Zhang Feng was willing to believe that it was the latter.
Without thinking too much, Zhang Feng got angry and started a fire that had not been lit for a long time. After cleaning the stove, teapot, stove, and other things, he slowly took out a jar of wine from the cellar and drank it slowly. At this time, someone gently knocked on the door of the tavern.
Zhang Fengyu reluctantly continued to drink, but the person at the door seemed to be waiting. After waiting for a while, there was no sound from outside. Instead, there was a soft sigh. Zhang Fengyu couldn't help but take a deep breath when he heard that sigh.
Because this voice was familiar to Zhang Feng, he could not help but put down his wine cup and open the door. When the door opened, Zhang Feng could not help but be stunned. He saw a white-haired old man wearing a gray robe at the door. He had just turned around and was about to leave.
Zhang Feng was not unfamiliar with this person. In fact, he was a little familiar. This person was Fang Xuanling.
Zhang Feng could not help but ask in surprise, "Eh? Old Fang, why are you here? We haven't seen each other for half a month. Oh right, why didn't you go to the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet? Also, I remember sending you Valentine's Day when I opened the door. Why didn't I see you? Oh right, Old Chen and Old Sun, how are they? I haven't seen them during this time. What have you been busy with?? "
Fang Xuanling did not expect to see Zhang Feng here again.
He asked in surprise, "Shouldn't you be at the Academy at this time? Why did you go down the mountain? "
The two could not help but be stunned at the same time. Then, they smiled faintly. Zhang Feng hurriedly led Fang Xuanling into the tavern and poured him a cup of wine. Looking at Fang Xuanling's worried face, he could not help but ask, "Did something happen recently? Otherwise, why haven't I seen you all this time? "
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