Why did the silver turn into pebbles? Is it because he was drunk and dazzled?

Zhang Dakui didn't believe it, so he picked up a stone on the table, put it in his mouth, and bit it hard.

The rock-hard pebble almost knocked out his teeth.

"Bah," Zhang Dakui spat on the ground. Most of his drunkenness was gone, and he denied it flatly: "Impossible, I clearly have three taels of silver in my wallet."

Shopkeeper Qiao spread his hands with a solemn look on his face, "Your money bag was poured out on the table. It's just a pile of broken stones. Please pay for the drinks truthfully."

Zhang Dakui was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, he began to search his whole body, checking every corner of his clothes, but he never found even half a tael of silver.

In desperation, he grabbed the triangular eye by his side and said with eager eyes, "You pay for the elder brother first, and I will return it to you another day."

When Triangle Eyes heard this, he immediately cried and said: "Boss, you said you invited the brothers to drink, so we dared to come to Juwanglou. We... you also know that we have no money at all... Then I..."

He waved his hands repeatedly and stepped back.

When I looked back, the two people traveling together had long since disappeared.

"There is no money..." Shopkeeper Qiao asked again with a cold face.

Zhang Dakui was in trouble, so he could only put down his attitude and said, "I'll pay the bill on credit now. I'll pay it another day."

His tone softened and he no longer called himself me.

"Our store does not accept credit!" Shopkeeper Qiao replied with a straight face, without any room for maneuver in his tone.

"But I lost my money..."

"According to the rules of Juwanglou, if you don't have money to pay for drinks, you can pay your debts with work."

"You want me to work as a coolie for you?" Shopkeeper Qiao's words completely angered Zhang Dakui.

He is used to being lazy, so how can he do a rough job? "I won't do it. When I have money, I will give it to you."

Zhang Dakui put down his words and tried to break through the crowd by relying on his physical strength.

Shopkeeper Qiao winked, and two guards stepped forward to stop him. Zhang Dakui became anxious, clenched his fists and punched the person in the face.

Unfortunately, he made the wrong calculation and underestimated the guards.

Not only were they strong in stature, they were also very skilled. The two of them rushed forward, struggled with each other, and dragged Zhang Dakui out of the door.

Xia Qianqian stood up sideways, came to an empty table near the window, sat down, held her cheek and looked out.

Zhang Dakui was dragged to the street. He was not convinced and shouted loudly to the crowd: "They in Juwanglou are greedy for my money. I did give them three taels of silver."

How big is the Juwang Building? Would you want to covet a small gangster's three taels of silver?

Shopkeeper Qiao stood at the gate and looked at him condescendingly, "He was drunk and causing trouble in Juwanglou. Beat him and knock him awake."

With a command, bursts of punches hit the flesh again and again, and the screams became louder.

On the street, a group of people gathered in a circle, pointing and talking.

Perhaps the guards had struck too hard. After a while, Zhang Dakui began to beg for mercy, "Don't fight, don't fight. I'll chop wood."

He lowered his posture again and did not dare to call himself "I".

You deserve it!

Xia Qianqian's depressed mood suddenly felt relieved. The corners of her mouth turned up on her sallow little face, and a smile crept onto her eyebrows.

Just in time, the waiter brought the food to the table. A bowl of Yangchun noodles, with distinct noodles and refreshing soup. There are dots of emerald green green onions on the soup surface. Come over and smell it, the aroma is rich.

Well, not bad.

Look at the plate of cold beef, the texture of the meat is clear and the sauce is rich.

The glutton in her stomach was suddenly aroused, and she quickly picked up the chopsticks to taste each one.

Well, it tastes really good, but...

If this Yangchun noodle is covered with a golden fried egg and some vine pepper oil is added to the cold beef, the taste will be even more perfect.

The villain was beaten, and most of the depression in her heart was gone. Xia Qianqian ate noodles and beef, enjoying a rare comfortable time.

The incident of Zhang Dakui being beaten was just a minor episode in the eyes of the guests at Juwanglou.

After the person was beaten and dragged away, people returned to their original positions. Amid a burst of discussion, a folding screen at the front of the lobby slowly folded up, revealing a stage inside.

An old man with a gray beard sat behind his desk. He was startled and cleared his throat and said: "Last time we talked about a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam, stayed in a deserted village, and met a enchanting woman..."<

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His tone of voice fluctuated, and he spoke vividly, "After a while, the woman lifted her veil and suddenly leaned forward..."

The noodle soup in Xia Qianqian's mouth almost spurted out.

It’s so embarrassing to tell pornographic stories in public in such an open pace.

But everyone in the lobby seemed to have seen the big scene. Some people shouted loudly: "Okay...quickly, deal with him."

Someone echoed: "This scholar is so lucky!"

"Wow hahaha, yes!"

Amidst the cheers, some people shook their heads and complained, "How tacky! This old storyteller brings out all kinds of fairies all day long, with scholars today, with generals tomorrow, with soldiers the next day... The stories are the same, listen.

It’s so boring.”

"Yes! It's so boring! I don't know why these people are so happy!"

"..."

In ancient times, there was no TV, WeChat, or Tik Tok videos. All men’s entertainment activities, except practicing martial arts and writing, were listening to music and watching operas.

Listening to storytelling in restaurants like this is also one of their biggest hobbies.

It's a pity that literati don't bother to write scripts, and few people who like to listen to music and watch operas have literary talent and can't write good stories.

Therefore, often an excerpt from a play or some storytelling jokes are told back and forth.

People can still accept it if it is repeated over and over again, but if it is repeated over many years, people will naturally lose interest once the novelty wears off.

Listening to the complaints from people around her, Xia Qianqian suddenly had a plan in mind.

She pushed the noodle bowl aside, took out a greased paper bag from her arms, put the remaining beef in, packaged it, and put it in her backpack.

After organizing everything, she waved to the boy, handed him two cents, and asked him for pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

She spread the white paper on the table, dipped the brush in ink, and began to think.

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What should she write?

With so many years of compulsory education, she has been nourished by various TV dramas and movies, and she can find one or two popular stories.

But will these ancients like it?

After thinking about it, she decided to be more conservative first.

Putting pen to paper, she wrote the beginning, "Journey to the West".

"Journey to the West" is known as one of the four famous works of China.

When it was made into a TV series and aired, it immediately became a crowd-pleaser. As soon as the melody of "You carry the burden, I hold the horse..." comes out, everyone will hum and want to rush to the TV to watch it.

Once again.

"Journey to the West" has become a must-play drama during the summer vacation, and I never get tired of watching it no matter how many times.

Xia Qianqian not only loves watching dramas, she also has a hobby, especially reading books.

With her amazing memory, she can recite the four famous works by heart, so it is not difficult to write them down from memory.

As soon as I started writing, the story about Sun Houhou breaking out of the stone and going to the Immortal Mountain to study under his master slowly unfolded.

In her previous life, she was used to typing on a computer. When she occasionally wrote, she didn't have a writing brush, so her movements were a bit awkward at first.

Fortunately, her location was in a blind corner of the lobby, and in the atmosphere where everyone was waiting to eat and drink, she did not attract any special attention from others.

Unconsciously, she finished writing on a piece of white paper. She put down the brush, rubbed her wrist, and raised her eyes, she suddenly felt that someone seemed to be looking at her somewhere in the private room on the second floor.

While others are eating, she is writing, which is indeed a bit strange.

She didn't think too much, took a break, then filled another piece of white paper with her pen.

When I was about to finish writing, I happened to write that Master knocked Wukong on the head three times.

She kept it in mind, put pen to paper, and ended here.

After waiting for a moment, when the ink on the white paper dried, she folded the paper, called the boy, handed it over, and said: "Please pass this to the old gentleman on the stage for me."<

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The boy looked hesitant, but finally accepted it respectfully, "Don't worry, sir, I'll pass it on to you."

"Okay!"

She stood up, picked up the backpack on her side, went to the front desk to pay, then walked out of Juwang Building and walked along the street.

The window of Juwang Building facing the street was opened at the right time, and a pair of deep eyes looked at her back, and her handsome brows were slightly frowned.

On the street, the young man held the shoulder strap of the backpack with both hands and weighed it up.

This tiny movement touched a nerve somewhere in Ji Zimo, and he turned his head and gave Xiao Yong a look.

Xiao Yong understood this and lowered his head to go out.
Chapter completed!