Fresh Off the Boat, Flying in the End Times

Chapter 30 Ancient Village

Pinellia novel

Chapter 30 Ancient Village

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Chapter 30:

While admiring the beautiful scenery and stocking up on delicious food in the ancient village, we did not forget the purpose of our trip.

As long as Zuo Ling went to all the large and small markets that had something to do with antiques and curios, he didn't even miss the cultural relic dealers who set up stalls on the street.

I collected more than fifty yuan of energy crystals of various sizes, of varying quality, and seven or eight of them were of quite good quality.

There are 3 red energy crystals and 1 purple one.

With just these 4 yuan, the trip to Jinju was not in vain.

After absorbing the lessons from Lao Dai, Zuo Ling became more cautious and spent less than 80,000 yuan on more than fifty energy crystals.

Because of the steep mountains and rivers and the difficult roads, Jinzhou was spared the suffering of the war.

In almost every village of hundreds of villages, you can see ancient archways, stages, dance pavilions, gate towers, ancient Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, murals... and other ancient treasures that embody the splendor of thousands of years.

The fact that Zuo Ling was able to collect so many energy crystals had something to do with Jinzhou's favorable location and outstanding people.

One day, following the setting sun, Zuo Ling walked to an ancient village. The dilapidated ancient pavilion at the entrance of the village caught Zuo Ling's attention.

The shape of the ancient pavilion is unusual. The roof facade is triangular, with long eaves protruding from both sides, like a crocodile's mouth, seeming to swallow the afterglow of the setting sun.

It stood alone at the entrance of the village, with a rickety appearance, mottled eaves and beams, crooked wooden pillars, dim color, and weeds growing on the corners of the eaves.

Every time a breeze passes through the pavilion, the creaking wooden eaves whisper its past.

Zuo Ling felt desolate.

After traveling around Jinzhou for more than ten days, Zuo Ling recognized this pavilion. Some call it a stage, and some call it a dance pavilion.

It's a play or a dance, but no one has cared about it for a long time, and most people just call it Guting in general.

The children ran and played happily.

When he saw Zuo Ling, he slowed down and walked around Zuo Ling and her car curiously.

Zuo Ling took out the snacks he bought on the road and distributed them to the children.

The beautiful packaging and sweet, crispy and spicy taste have won the favor of children.

Everyone asked Zuo Ling where he came from and whether he was from their village, eager to guide Zuo Ling.

The children did not speak Mandarin, and Zuo Ling understood most of the meaning without even guessing.

Zuo Ling had experienced this scene many times in the past few days.

The more remote the countryside, the more of the villagers' simplicity remains.