Eternal Gate

This is a quiet and peaceful small courtyard, with an old willow tree and two small tile-roofed houses.

This is the place Zhao Yun rented in the capital. Except that the rent is a bit expensive, there is nothing else.

"Father, in one month, the child will go home."

In the early morning, Zhao Yun burned incense for his father and went out carrying a basket.

Of course, I am not going to collect medicines, but to buy books. The time before the literary test cannot be idle.

"Baozi, freshly baked buns."

"Sir, please come inside."

“Those who have money support themselves by money, and those who don’t have money support themselves by others.”

The streets of the capital are bustling with activity, and the sounds of shouting and selling can be heard wherever you go.

Zhao Yun carried a basket on his back and walked around, often stopping at the bookstall, where he spent a long time just looking at it.