What particularly frightened the Fusang warriors was the tall stature of the people of the Tang Dynasty, and they were all magnificent. TEL MISCELLANEOUS V ZHI V INSECT TEL

The people of the Tang Dynasty cultivated the vast land, and in the land of the Tang Dynasty, the bones of the people were hard, unlike the people of Fusang who nodded their heads when they saw the warriors, and they did not dare to raise their heads.

The old man Sun Duolu said: "These bastards don't give the old man any face, if these rich businessmen are in South America, Lao Tzu will definitely take someone to cut off his head, so that his family wealth will be all the old man's." ”

The old thing was full of malice towards the people of the Tang Dynasty, and when he approached Tang Zhangwei's General's Mansion, his eyes were full of malice and viciousness.

Because Tang Zhangwei's general's mansion was destroyed once in Chang'an City, this new general's mansion is particularly atmospheric and has added many fortresses.

When the General's Mansion had a fortress, it was particularly easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Tang Zhangwei likes all kinds of good things in the people very much, and he can quickly absorb the advanced technology and military ideas of various overseas provinces of Datang, and he is different from those who are stubborn and old-fashioned.

Tang Zhangwei used his advanced experience in his previous life, and he eagerly absorbed all kinds of scientific knowledge that would help the progress of people's livelihood.

Those scientific knowledge have always been despised by the local rulers of the Tang Dynasty, but Tang Zhangwei is not the same as them.

Tang Xizong is very concerned about the talented people in the Tang Dynasty, but his concern is not to the point.

Tang Xizong is a person who came out of a greenhouse, but he does not have the atmosphere of those born in rich and noble families.

In January, Widow Arnuffi and her big buddy Dominic Drew got married. In this way, Drew became a glove maker and perfume expert. They set up feasts to entertain the leaders of the guilds, and set up casual feasts to entertain the men. Madame bought a new mattress for the bed she openly slept with Drew, and took out her colorful outfit from the cupboard. Everything else is old. She retains the nice old name of Arnoofi, maintains full property rights, controls the store's finances, and holds the keys to the basement; Drew completes his sexual obligations every day, and then drinks wine to refresh himself. Although Grenouille is now the first and only man, he does the work and carries the heavy burden, but the remuneration is still meagre, the food is simple, and the living conditions are simple.

The year begins with plenty of yellow mountain lentils, hyacinths, violets and intoxicating daffodils. On a Sunday in March, one by one, Grena's arrival at Grass, and one by one, Grena's departure to the other side of the city to see the little girl in the garden behind the city walls. This time he was ready to smell the scent and knew what was waiting for him...... But when he came to the new city gate. Halfway to the place by the city walls, I sniffed her. His heart beat harder, and he felt the blood boiling with happiness in his arteries: she was still there, her incomparably beautiful plant surprising through the winter; She was full of sap, growing, expanding, and was growing the most beautiful flowers that drew her fragrance to the fullest, as he had hoped, to become stronger, but not to lose its delicacy, which a year before seemed to be very weak and scattered, and now seemed to merge into a slightly thicker river of incense, which took on a thousand colors, but nevertheless it had taken each color firmly, and could no longer be separated. This fragrant river, Grenouille excitedly asserts, its source is growing larger. In another year, another year, in twelve months, the fountain will overflow, and he will come and grasp it, and catch the fragrance that it spits out in great gulps.

He ran along the ramparts to the familiar place, and the garden was behind it. Although the maiden was evidently not in the garden, but in the house, in a small room with the window closed, her scent was like a breeze blowing. He wasn't as dazed or groggy as he had been when he first smelled her. He was filled with the bliss of a lover who was peering or observing from afar the person he loved, knowing that he would be taking her home in a year's time. Indeed, Grenouille was a lice who lived alone, a monster, an unreasonable man, who had experienced love from the beginning, and who had never aroused the love of others, but on this March day he stood by the walls of Grasse, in love, and deeply enjoyed the happiness of love!

Of course, he didn't love anyone, he didn't fall in love with the girl in the room behind the walls. He is loved by the scent. Just love it and nothing else, and just love it as if it were your own thing in the future. He vowed to bring it home in a year. After this special vow or covenant—this faithful promise to himself and his future—he left the place in good spirits, and returned to the city through the palace gates.

In the night he lay in the hut, remembering the scent once more, taking it out—he could not resist the temptation—basking in it, caressing it, and at the same time being caressed by the name, so intimate, so close, as if he really possessed it, his scent, his own scent, he caressed it and was caressed by it, and experienced a moment of enchanting beauty. He wanted to bring this feeling of self-affection to sleep. But the moment he closed his eyes and had to exhale to fall asleep, the sensation left him, and suddenly departed, replaced by the cold, pungent smell of the sheepfold in the room.

Grenouille was taken aback. "What if the scent I possess," he thought, "if the scent is ruined?" Reality is different from memory, where all the fragrance will never disappear. The real fragrance is to be consumed in the world. It will be volatile. If it is depleted, then the source from which I obtained it will cease to exist. Then I will have nothing left as before and will have to continue to borrow substitutes. No, it's worse than before! For I will know and possess it during this period, and I will not forget my own wonderful fragrance, because I will never forget a fragrance. That is to say, I will live by my memories of it for the rest of my life, just as I have lived for a moment by remembering this it that I will possess...... So what do I need it for? ”

Grenouille felt very uncomfortable at the thought of this. The fragrance that he did not possess now, once he possessed it, would inevitably be lost again, and he felt that it was terrible. How long can he last? Few days? How many weeks? If he had spared perfume, he might have been able to last for a month? What to do in the future? When he saw that the last drop had been poured out, he rinsed the perfume bottle with alcohol so that what little was left would not be wasted, and then looked, sniffed, to see how his lovely scent had evaporated forever and forever.

(End of chapter)