The autumn air is crisp and the wind is gentle and sunny.
Jiangyun Prefecture is located in the southern part of the Wei Dynasty and has a warm climate, which is warmer than other prefectures.
Even though winter is about to enter, many pedestrians on the road are still wearing short-sleeved shorts.
Afternoon.
Pedestrians come and go in Songyi City.
Baiwei Street is one of the most prosperous neighborhoods in Songyi City.
This place brings together delicacies from all the major states in the Wei Dynasty, and it is said that you can taste hundreds of flavors in the world.
Therefore it is called Baiwei Street.
"Okay!"
"Wonderful!"
Warm cheers erupted in Bidan Tea House.
On the storytelling table, the young gentleman spoke eloquently.
"The night is deep and everything is silent.
Just as Ning Caichen was about to fall asleep, he felt someone entering his room.
He hurriedly sat up, and when he saw the person, she turned out to be the beautiful girl from the family in the North Courtyard just now. He vaguely remembered calling the girl Xiaoqian.
Ning Caichen was surprised and said, 'Why did the girl come to the niche?'
Xiaoqian smiled charmingly..."
"..."
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"Ah!"
"This is gone?"
"No, we just arrived at the exciting place!"
"Little sir, let's do it again, it's still early!"
In the teahouse, the guests expressed their displeasure that they had not heard enough.
Behind the storytelling desk is a young scholar of sixteen or seventeen years old.
The young man's face has good facial features, but he is a little dark and a little thin.
He was dressed in a green shirt, dressed like a scholar, and exuded the spirit of a scholar.
"No, no, no, my throat won't hold up if I keep talking."
Lin Zheyu waved his hand and said.
His voice was a little hoarse, and after talking for more than an hour, his throat couldn't hold it.
"What can I do? I won't be able to sleep tonight."
"The little gentleman is so disgusting that he stopped here."
……
Amid the reluctant cries of the guests, the young man bowed his hands and walked off the stage.
"A young gentleman with a great talent can actually write such a charming story. Even people my age can't help but yearn for it."
The teahouse steward said with a smile.
The steward's name is Wu Yinghe, a wealthy middle-aged man who looks like a smiling Buddha all day long.
"Excuse me, I'm just eating for a living."
Lin Zheyu waved his hand and took the silver coin handed over by the steward.
"This one hundred and thirty-eight cents is the reward from the guests, and this hundred cents is today's wages."
"Looking at your hard work, I'll give you a little wage increase." The steward Wu Yinghe said with a smile.
More than ten days ago, Lin Zheyu volunteered to write a letter and said that he would not need any money if he could not agree.
Wu Yinghe was a little reluctant at first.
After all, Lin Zheyu is too young and has not enough experience, so he doesn't seem to be able to speak well.
However, he was a kind-hearted person. Seeing that Lin Zheyu looked miserable, spoke and behaved elegantly, and was a scholar, he let him try it.
Anyway, I won’t give you money if it’s not good.
I didn't expect that this young man's storytelling skills were average, but his stories were surprisingly exciting.
Since Lin Zheyu was allowed to tell stories for them, more and more tea drinkers came here because of his excellent stories.
The teahouse business is getting more and more prosperous.
"Thank you, steward." Lin Zheyu thanked him.
Leave the teahouse and walk on Baiwei Street.
There are a dazzling array of delicious food on both sides of the street, and the fragrance is refreshing, making Lin Zheyu's index fingers move.
It has been more than a month since he came to this world, and he has adapted to life here.
Thinking of the tragic days when he first came into this world, Lin Zheyu still has lingering fears.
The city where the predecessor was located was captured by the rebel army. Their family was a wealthy businessman from Jiunanchang. They knew the news in advance and moved their family.
However, we still did not escape bad luck.
On the way to the Central Plains, I encountered bandits, and my parents and relatives were separated.
After many days of wandering around, mingling among the refugees, we arrived at Songyi City.
Not long after arriving in Songyicheng, the previous body could no longer hold on, and Lin Zheyu took over the body.
When he first arrived, Lin Zheyu's stomach was full of dirt, bark, and weeds, and he felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't pass stool for several days.
It wasn't until one day that I drank dirty water and caused diarrhea that I got better.
But I almost lost my life because of it.
"I would also like to thank Miss Ren Qingying from the Ren Mansion. Without the gruel she gave me, I would have burped again just after I was reborn."
Lin Zheyu sighed.
The Ren family is a famous family in Songyi City. Ren Qingying is a kind-hearted person and is a living Bodhisattva in the hearts of many refugees.
If they hadn't cooked porridge many times for relief outside the city, Lin Zheyu would definitely not have been able to survive.
“It smells so good!”
Walking on the street, Lin Zheyu sniffed his nose and heard a growling sound in his stomach.
He dug into his pocket and resisted the urge to buy.
I just saved a little money, but I can't squander it casually.
In this world, apart from storytelling, Lin Zheyu can't find a good way to make money.
Originally, he was ambitious and wanted to make a name for himself in this world by relying on his thinking and knowledge from his previous life.
But soon, the cruelty of reality woke him up from his sweet dream.
After several attempts, Lin Zheyu found that he knew nothing.
Fortunately, in his previous life, he liked to listen to Lao Guo's story telling, and he was immersed in it and learned some simple insights.
In the end, he got a job as a storyteller by relying on the stories from his previous life.
His storytelling skills are average, his facial expressions and emotional expressions are excellent, and his stories are excellent.
Overall, it's pretty good, just enough to eat.
"Now I have saved more than one tael of silver. I don't know if it is enough to learn a martial art."
"The world is so chaotic. Without clans and clansmen by your side, you can easily be bullied by yourself."
Lin Zheyu tightened the silver in his pocket.
He has been robbed several times.
Because he was alone and had no relatives to rely on, he came into this world and suffered a lot.
Even if you are reporting to the official, there are so many things going on in the government office, how can you care about such a trivial matter as Lin Zheyu?
Fortunately, the world is in chaos, so he is not without support.
Lin Zheyu looked at the data in his consciousness. This thing has existed since he came into this world.
【God rewards those who work hard】
Name: Lin Zheyu
Source power:1
Skills: None
This is what appeared in his mind after he came to this world.
As long as Lin Zheyu works hard enough, every time he exercises and breaks through his physical limits, he can gain 1 unit of source power.
Utilizing source power can improve skills.
He tried it once a few days ago. After he exceeded his physical limit, his whole body was sore for a week before he recovered.
"Ordinary exercise movements cannot be counted as skills. I don't know if martial arts in this world count."
Lin Zheyu thought to himself.
The value of force in this world is very strong.
Before Jiannan City was captured by the rebels, the predecessor's family had a lot of warriors, and they were so powerful that it was easy to fight one against ten.
It's a pity that my predecessor was a weak scholar who only wanted to obtain fame and did not acquire any martial arts.
Cross Baiwei Street.
After walking a few miles further, we passed the square, turned through the streets and alleys, and arrived at the much run-down Baishan neighborhood.
This place is far away from the core area of Songyi City. It belongs to the outer city and is populated by poor people.
Lin Zheyu had just arrived and didn't have enough money, so he had to rent a small house here to transition.
Fortunately, my storytelling has gradually improved, and I have accumulated a lot of money. It’s time to move to the city.
"It smells really bad."
Lin Zheyu pinched his nose, unable to stand the smell of Baishan Street.
The odors of sweat, urine, feces, fermented garbage, etc. are mixed together to create a disgusting and unpleasant smell.