Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

The house was in a mess, with stone and iron utensils strewn all over the place.Behind the hill of sundries, stood a young girl.

The girl held a book in her hand, and she read it intently—even though it took her a long time to turn a page, as if recognizing someone who had passed by, familiar yet unfamiliar.

She gnawed at the sentences word by word, and the difficulty of reading did not affect her pleasure in the content of the book in the slightest.

"Lothar—"

A call came from outside the curtain, and the girl acted vigilantly like a cat, quickly hiding the book and tidying up the sundries.

Generally speaking, she can read while tidying up, never delaying the things her father entrusted to her.But today's story is really fascinating. If he is not careful, Lothar will forget himself.

"Wait a minute, Dad!" She was very familiar with her movements, and wanted to carry more things so that she would not appear too lazy.

As a result, the curtain was swiftly lifted, and a burly figure leaned into half of his body, revealing his strong arms.

Lothar pretended to be nonchalant, turned his head, and looked at his father who was naked from the upper body.

The father and daughter looked at each other, the father's forehead was covered with sweat, and his body was also covered with sweat, gleaming with oil.

Finally, Losar was the first to admit defeat.She glanced at her father's expression, wiped her hands with a rag, and asked, "Is it time for lunch?"

Father didn't speak, as if he didn't notice anything, and he seemed to have seen everything.He took out a small bag from his trouser pocket and poured a few copper coins into his palm.

After hesitating for a moment, he shook his wallet again, carefully controlling the amount.

"Go and buy some bread," my father said, "and bring two bottles of liquor."

Lothar took the money, counted it a little, and found that there were two more coins.

"Leave the rest to you, buy something yourself."

This is a small agreement between father and daughter: whenever they buy wine, they will leave a few copper coins for their daughter.

Lothar was overjoyed and felt guilty at the same time.

She thanked her father, then trotted out of the curtain; through a large "iron furnace" outside surrounded by weapons and farm implements, with the unpleasant smell of molten iron rising from her nostrils, she ran out of the shop after a wave of heat.

There is a similar smell everywhere on the street. This is Blacksmith Street, where there are many places selling ironware.

Lothar ran around and knew where the bakery was cheap and delicious.Holding a basket of brown bread, she stopped and stopped along the way, observing the passing caravans and residents.

She and her father had just moved to Lost Island a few years ago, just in time for the concrete road to be laid.

In the days that followed, various novelty things appeared one after another on the island.For Lothar, this is a magical land, completely different from the remote village where she grew up in the past.

In Lothar's eyes, the two places have their own advantages - Juta's rhythm is like the strings of a bard, plucking back and forth, bright and smooth; while the former hometown is slow, like an old cow that can't pull the grinder .

More importantly, in the former small village, my mother is still alive.Life is plain, but there is no lack of fun.

She came to the door of the independent wine shop set up by Nianhua Tavern, and there was a long queue.

The waiting time is always boring, and Lothar regrets not sneaking out the book.She moved slowly with the team, listening to the chatter of others.

"Two new stores opened in the south of the city and the east of the city, which is very interesting."

"Could it be Nianhua who came up with weird things again?"

"No, it was opened by the dragon lord. It's called the study room. But I think it must have something to do with Nianhua!"

The streets today seem to be very noisy indeed, not because of the festivities of lanterns and riddles a few days ago, but because of people talking about something.

"Why? Tell me."

"The paper in those two stores is all Nianhua's white paper. It's so beautiful—it looks like it was torn from a cloud."

"Didn't there be movable type printing a long time ago? I heard that the dwarf craftsmen made it. Then I don't know what kind of magic was used to combine the two and print it into a book. Then I put many books together and opened a shop for people. to read..."

Lothar's ears perked up, and when she talked about books, she immediately regained her spirits.

"Wait a minute—" the other person couldn't digest it, "print? Isn't it writing?"

"That's right! I really don't know how it's done. A few fingernail-sized things can form characters and make books like rubbings."

"I also have books at home, but only one or two are used as family heirlooms. Where can I get so many books?"

"Of course the nobles provided it!"

"Hey!" the questioner yelled in surprise.

"The study room must be a person with status to enter! We Xiao can't think of it."

Lothar's eyes dimmed.

"Big mistake! The one in the east of the city is indeed a store for nobles, but the one in the south of the city, we can all go to the store, as long as we pay three copper coins!"

"What?! Three copper coins, wouldn't it save a meal..."

"Isn't that right? I heard that you can read all the books in the store, as long as you can read. And the inside is astonishingly large, it can accommodate more than a hundred people, and the study room is also extremely beautiful; I heard people who have been there say that the decoration is comparable to a palace. Well, it feels a bit like Nianhua Tavern, although they are quite different. In short, it makes people feel comfortable and at ease..."

The voice in Lothar's ear gradually dissipated, she walked forward in a daze, and went home to buy wine in a daze.

Along the way, she lowered her head, groaning for a while, and giggling for a while.

Almost all the iron shop masters next to her knew her. Seeing the strange appearance of the little girl, they all joked and chuckled.

Lothar itself is quite eye-catching, she can be regarded as a real girl who was raised on Iron Street.Many masters saw her grow into a young girl and took her as a goddaughter.

Lothar's father was taciturn, but he was a kind-hearted man who was easy to get along with.The only regret is that I can't get married with my own children.

Her father didn't say anything, everyone knew that he regarded his daughter as the apple of his eye, and he took a close look at her, and would not allow any brat to touch her.

Once a couple of good friends drank together. When talking about children, the masters asked when Lothar would be sent to learn tailoring, or a school opened by the church. Little girls can't play with iron tools.

Lothar's father took a sip of wine and replied: "Lothar has no intention of learning tailoring. She thinks she can't handle a hammer, but she is good at making some delicate things."

In addition, religious schools are too expensive, and even though Lothar wants to, he can't afford to pay for his children to study.

But he knew that Lothar often ran to the vicinity of the school to secretly learn to read.After saving the copper coins he gave for several years, the first thing I bought was a dilapidated storybook from someone else's house.

Every day since then, Lothar's book has never left my hand, and I read it with my arms whenever I have time.

This is the most frustrating part of being a father.

He will leave all the best things around him to Lothar, but he can't provide her with more.

Lothar was wandering in the sky, and her father called out to stop her, otherwise she would leave her shop.

The father and daughter sat on chairs to eat, and the father saw that Lothar was not in the right state at a glance, so he poured her a cup of hot milk.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Lothar never hid anything from him, and told his father what he had seen and heard vividly.

"Dad, I've heard a lot of braggarts. How could such a good thing happen to me casually, don't you think?"

That being said, Lothar's eyes were as bright as the sun.

Father silently chewed the brown bread and did not answer.

Many customers came here today, so he naturally heard about it.And by the looks of it, it's not nonsense.

He drank a bowl of milk, rubbed the milk off the bottom of the bowl with bread, and suddenly said, "Lothar, have you thought about what you want to do in the future?"

"...be a carpenter, Dad."

However, her father's eyes still looked directly at her, as if to say that the answer was not the case.

"I..." Lothar blushed and flustered for a while when his thoughts were pierced, "I am very comfortable with these things, no, I can make a lot of utensils, even if they don't use iron."

"..."

"Okay, Dad." Lothar was dejected, "I want to be literate, maybe I can also learn arithmetic, and sort out documents for the nobles."

"This is a fantasy..." At the end, Lothar whispered to himself.

The lonely look of the daughter caused the father to feel pain in his heart. He knew that this was the only thing the child had always dreamed of.

He stared at Lothar—his daughter, with hair cut short to the tips of the ears, all gray, like a handsome little boy.Lothar said that he likes his appearance and is free and at ease, but he still shows envy when he sees girls from other families wearing beautiful skirts.

His daughter grew up year by year, and he didn't want her to start a family prematurely and become a vassal of other men.He was a man, and he couldn't understand other men better.

"Would you like to visit the library?" he asked.

Lothar nodded silently.

"Go, Lothar. Remember to get home before dark."

Lothar raised his head suddenly, and in an instant, he was injected with fresh vitality.

"Your mother named you 'Lotha', which means flower." Father said slowly, "This is a beautiful name. I once said that I hope you will grow into a soft and delicate rose."

"But she told me that an iron rose is also a rose. She wants you to be tough, brave, smart and beautiful."

"My beautiful and lovely Lothar... Go to the study room and have a look, you have always been strong. Now, you need to give yourself wisdom and bravery."

Father turned around, ready to take out his pocket.

"Need money? Dad will give it to you."

"No need, hehe! I have a lot of copper coins in my savings. I'll come back early, so I don't have to wait for dinner... Dad, remember to save the utensils in the warehouse for me to clean up!"

After answering, she swallowed the rest of the bread in one gulp.Then he jumped up like a deer, and couldn't wait to slip out of the store.

After losing sight of the storefront, Lothar's eyes were completely red.

The footsteps gradually slowed down, and as he walked, Lothar finally couldn't help it. He squatted in a corner, clenched his fists and cried bitterly.

The street near the study room was full of water, Lothar wandered among the people for a long time, and finally touched the door of the study room.

This house is so huge that it is so wide that you can imagine how many people can fit in it.

Most of the people standing outside the door were just poking their heads, because there were large windows with a height of three people standing on the wall—the windows were made of glass, and they were slightly blurred. It was actually a bit difficult to see what was inside.

But how could people have the opportunity to see such a rare thing, and they praised it again and again.

Only Lord Donovan has such financial resources for such a large amount of money.

To enter the study room, you need to pass through a short corridor, and the door is guarded by guards.Short corridors are used for queuing and searching for weapons.

There is a stairway leading to the second floor deep in the corridor. I heard that there are snacks and drinks on it, but it is strictly forbidden to bring your own food and drinks.

After the arrangements are made, register with the counter for dictation and drawing, and then you can step into the study room.

Lothar felt that having two eyes was simply not enough——

The study room is quiet and silent, and people hardly talk; there are also whispers, which are hardly audible.This is the etiquette that was reminded before entering, no matter who it is, it must be followed.

Lothar was a little stiff even when he walked, for fear that the soles of his shoes would stain the floor.

The floor under her feet was clean and hard, paved with some kind of stone, light and bright, and complemented all the decorations.

All the furnishings are simple and elegant, clean and refreshing, the colors of milky white and rice are everywhere, and the tables, chairs and bookcases are also light-colored wood.

The room is not cold at all, maybe because the fireplace at the end is burning, or because the whole room is full of soothing and peaceful colors.Here, everyone is smiling, looking around like her, or looking down to read.

Lothar was dazzled by the countless books on display.Her swollen eyes were about to shed tears again, but she held back fiercely, because she must treat books with respect.

If this isn't heaven, where is it?

A thought filled her mind: she must bring her father to see it.

Lothar walked to the bookshelf and looked up at it carefully.She is not very literate, and often relies on guesswork.

There are signs hanging on the bookshelves, and each shelf marks an area. The signs not only have words written on them, but also simple pictures.

For example, on the shelf in front of her there are two small figures fighting on horseback. Lothar guessed that these are books recording wars, history, or myths.

A pair of male and female foreheads are printed on the side, which should be a love story.

In the distance, people who painted flowers and plants and played the harp displayed poems and carols.

Although very tempted, Lothar has a firm goal.After passing through rows of bookshelves, she walked to the end, but did not find the book she wanted.

It happened that a man dressed in special clothes came over, and Lothar recognized him almost instantly. He was an employee, and his style was very similar to Nianhua's.

"Hello." She tried her best, restrained her voice, and spoke in a breathy voice, "I want to find books about literacy."

As soon as he blurted out, Lothar felt embarrassed all of a sudden.How could anyone dare to enter the study room without knowing a lot of words? She is so reckless...

"Follow me, please." The male employee smiled politely at her.

Other emotions that Lothar imagined were invisible at all, and he didn't ask much at all, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Lothar's heart twitched, and the uncomfortable feeling ran out of his body in an instant.

The male employee led her to a cabinet corner, carefully selected several books for her, and introduced them one by one.Lothar was flattered, picked one according to the description, and bowed to thank him.

The male employee was amused and hurriedly told her not to restrain herself, and even kindly led her to a seat.

Lothar was sitting near the fireplace, feeling warm all over his body.She told herself not to speak any more, "sewed" her mouth shut, and opened the book lightly.

This book was very different from the ones Lothar had seen before—in fact, she hadn’t seen many books—it was not like a scroll. When you opened it, it was made up of pages of neat and immaculate paper and braided rope.

The ink marks are very clear, and each character is unbelievably neat, much brighter than a hand-copied book.

Lothar wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and treated the book like a new bud.

She quickly fell into the book.

The study room is spacious, like the sea, filled with endless wisdom.Lothar is a small swimming fish, wandering in its own sea area with many other schools of fish.

She had never felt that the time was so short. When the light gradually dimmed and the candles lit up in the hall, Lothar just came back to her senses, and it turned out that it was already evening.

Lothar hurriedly returned the books, registered his name again, and prepared to go home.

Before leaving, Lothar saw the appearance of the study room again.

A new, full of vitality flowed through her internal organs.

She will never forget this day in her life.

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感谢在2021-12-2722：47：26～2021-12-2823：09：10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Lin Shen didn't know how to return 3 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!