Chapter two hundred and forty-eight the secrets of the rivers and lakes
Lao Fang walked out of the house a little depressed and wiped his face. There was only a little charcoal dust on his face, but it was immediately wiped evenly. His skin tone, which was not very white at first, darkened three times again.
The snow fell so suddenly last night, not to mention the pillars, I was freezing to the point of freezing. Fortunately, the craftsman just delivered the stove, thinking that it would be installed immediately, and the charcoal fire would start to burn, and the home would be warm immediately.
As a result, I held two pieces of bamboo together for a long time, but couldn't make it look like my uncle's house. I got angry and put my foot on the stove. The stove overturned, and the charcoal fire fell to the floor, almost burning the pillar next to it.
He was kicked out by his mother-in-law with a broom.
He shook his head. It seemed that he was really not capable of doing this kind of detailed work. He planned to go to his uncle's place and ask again how to do this thing.
Before he entered the courtyard, a figure rushed out from inside and disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant.
It was a real "whoosh" sound, and it was incredibly fast. Lao Fang was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses. The expression on his face was still a bit unbelievable.
"That... was my uncle just now?"
After getting the answer from Xiaohuan, Lao Fang was hurt a lot.
I don’t know where it started, but my uncle has become more and more powerful. Lao Fang feels that his role is constantly diminishing. Maybe it won’t be long before he can only help chop bamboo and run errands.
In the outside business, apart from my uncle, he gets the most dividends. Just sitting at home like this every day can make money that I couldn't make in the previous year. It feels good to be rich, but
I don't feel at ease with this money.
Seeing her man coming back from his uncle's place, he was tinkering with the stove with his head down and silently. Mrs. Liu originally wanted to mutter something, but she swallowed it as soon as it reached her lips.
Although she didn't scold him all the time on weekdays, and would use her family's broomstick to make him remember things when necessary, she knew how to measure things, and after so many years, she knew when to speak and when to shut up.
She wouldn't ask too much about things between men. At this moment, she could only sigh and silently clean up the charcoal pile on the ground...
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Li Yi ran from home to the street in one breath, breathing heavily. When he looked back and saw that no one was catching up, he found a roadside stall to sit down and rest.
I don’t know if it’s because of the time his second uncle patted him, the old injuries on his body are almost healed, his lower abdomen no longer hurts, and he feels that his physical condition is better than before the injury.
Of course, because of the cultivation of Qi, he seemed to have been a little carried away in the past two days. He was too shy in front of Miss Liu Er. He rubbed the area on his butt that was still aching, and finally realized the difference between him and Ruyi.
How big.
There is still a long way to go before I want to stand up and take charge and hold Miss Liu Er under me openly.
For now, I have to continue to adhere to the principle of keeping a low profile. Next time I want to vent my anger, I have to secretly make a snow sculpture and smash it into pieces when she is not at home. Today is indeed a bit too showy.
He can't go back home for the time being, otherwise the snow sculpture just now might be his fate, so he just wanders around the streets.
It snowed heavily last night, but at this time, there was not much snow visible on the main roads in Fucheng. Without the supervision of the government, people got up one after another before dawn and swept the snow in front of their houses to the roadside.
All shops are even more active. After all, they have to do business even on snowy days. Life is not easy. A day less open means an extra day of losses.
There are no snowflakes falling in the sky at this moment, and there are fewer pedestrians on the street than before. In such a cold weather, staying at home and not going out is the most correct choice.
I passed by a breakfast place and bought two hot steamed buns. I heard that the steamed buns here are also a time-honored brand that has been around for decades. They have thin skin and lots of fillings, and the taste is pretty good. After eating the two buns, I felt like I was no longer feeling the best.
No feeling of hunger at all.
There were no people in the shops I saw along the way, but there were a few customers in the few wine shops. They were the only shops selling spirits in the city. The owner behind the scenes was Ning Wangfu, who also provided more than 90% of the family's income.
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I strolled and strolled into the tile house. No matter what time, there was no shortage of people here. Teahouses, restaurants, brothels, and brothels were full of customers coming in and out. It was bustling.
Several small makeshift tents collapsed under the weight of the heavy snow. The actors who depended on the tents for food were cleaning up the scene. It seemed that they had not put much effort into building the tents. Although the tents were not strong, they were not so fragile.
This problem does not exist with larger hook bars. When Li Yi opened the door and walked in, the storyteller Old Man Sun was directing those people to rehearse "Painted Skin". It will be performed in two days. This is related to whether they can do it in the future.
After eating a full meal, I had to get out of bed before dawn and couldn't go back until very late, but no one complained.
"Young Master, you are here. Miss Wan is not here right now. I will call her right away." When Old Man Sun saw Li Yi, he immediately ran over and said with a smile.
After seeing the subsequent story book, his attitude towards Li Yi became even better.
"No, no, no." Li Yi waved his hand, he just stopped by to take a look.
The old man seemed to have thought of something, and took out a small cloth bag from his arms, which looked bulging and heavy, and said: "Young Master, please take this money. I asked a few old friends to go to the Jianghu story that I told you last time."
It turns out that he is indeed very popular with those Jianghu people, and they sent someone to deliver the money yesterday."
Li Yi waved his hand again and said: "Give all the money to Miss Wan. It will definitely cost a lot to open Goulan again. You can keep the money for your use."
When Old Man Sun heard this, he didn't say anything more. They really needed a lot of money these days.
Old Man Sun expressed his confusion about Li Yi letting his good stories be spread through several friends who were also storytellers.
Most of the people in the martial arts world are generous, and most of the people who gather at Goulan outside the city are those people. They spend a lot of money, and they love to hear about the martial arts. When they hear about the news, they will not be stingy with money.
It would be a pity not to keep it for yourself if you have a good story. At the worst, you can exchange it for some money. It is a pity that Mr. Li gave it away for nothing. It is all money...
Unable to guess Li Yi's intentions, Old Man Sun stopped thinking about it. This was not something he should worry about. He sent him out of the hook fence and went back to urge those people to seize the time to rehearse.
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"Hey, let's continue talking, old man, what on earth are those seventy-two evil-repelling sword techniques..."
In a small temporary shack built at the foot of the city wall, a man threw a small piece of broken silver into the earthen jar in front and urged.
The shack is not big, but there are quite a few people inside. Most of them look dusty, and at first glance, they look like they are often on the go.
After the man urged, the rest of the people also urged the old man to continue talking with great interest.
Although the old man was old, he still had some sharp eyesight. He saw a flash of silver light shining into the earthen pot, and the wrinkles on his face bloomed like chrysanthemums. He cleared his throat and continued to speak.
"The Han family's seventy-two evil-proofing sword techniques are really incredible. They are legendary first-class sword techniques, but few people know about them. Firstly, this sword technique has never been spread to the outside world. Secondly,
The movements of those who use this sword technique are all very fast and strange. No one outside knows the name of their moves. They only know that their moves are extremely fast and have reached an unimaginable level..."
