When I got up in the morning, Yu Sheng opened the window and looked at the sky. The rain kept falling and the dark clouds still lingered.
The jar under the eaves was full, and the overflowing water formed a stream and flowed in the ditch in the yard.
Black Cat, the Sheriff dragged the salted fish to soak in the ditch.
The dog was playing in the water nearby. Maomao saw the fun and splashed in the water in the rain, letting Sheriff Black Cat take a bath.
Yu Sheng withdrew his gaze and turned around. The female ghost who had just been hanging upside down in front of the window, making faces to scare Yu Sheng, jumped away.
She couldn't make a sound and remained unconscious for the rest of her life. She put on a piece of clothing and walked towards the door.
When he went downstairs, he vaguely heard Old Man Hu saying words like "save you" and "on purpose" to the little white fox.
The little white fox tilted his head in disdain, and when Yu Sheng came down, he ran to his feet with a "swish".
It stood up and touched the money bag on its neck, then looked straight at Yu Sheng with its black eyes.
Yu Sheng was confused for a long time, then he patted his forehead and said, "Oh, yes, I forgot to give you the money."
He took out a few pennies from the money jar and put them in the little white fox's purse. The little white fox then walked around him.
Old Man Hu wanted to whisper to the little white fox again, but the little white fox ran out impatiently.
For a moment, they were the only two people left in the inn lobby. Yu Sheng realized something was wrong, so he picked up his feet and ran up to the attic.
Yu Sheng suffered from discomfort in his right hand, and only wore one sleeve of his clothes, with the collar standing up.
When she pushed the door open and walked in, Aunt Qing was dressing up. Seeing his appearance, she pulled him over and asked, "How can I be so decent wearing only half of my clothes?"
Yu Sheng shook his right arm and said, "The great hero Yang Guo still has one arm."
Only then did he realize that his sleeves were tucked inside, no wonder he couldn't shake them off.
"Who is Yang Guo?" my aunt asked curiously after helping him straighten his collar.
"A great hero of a generation rode a divine eagle with one arm and married his aunt." Yu Sheng said concisely and concisely.
Aunt Qing sat in front of the bronze mirror, arranging her hair, "Why haven't I heard of such a great hero? If I have time to listen to nonsense, I would rather practice calligraphy more."
Yu Sheng sat on the dressing table next to him, swinging his legs back and forth, "I can't continue practicing. I'm afraid I'll be taken away by people from the Yamen while I'm practicing."
Aunt Qing tied her hair into a ponytail and said, "Stop insinuating yourself, no one can take you away today." Aunt Qing stood up.
Only then did Yu Sheng feel relieved, "A jar of wine was indeed not in vain."
"Who said a jar of wine is worth it? Don't forget that it's just a deposit." Aunt Qing reminded him.
The two brothers had not come in the morning, and all the guests were in the room. After breakfast, the innkeepers either went to work or went out for a walk.
I also wanted to go out and play for the rest of my life, but my aunt dragged me to the inn to practice calligraphy.
The lobby of the inn was quiet for a while, except for the gurgling rain outside the door.
After practicing one card, I felt really bored for the rest of my life. I wanted to call the dog to come over and play for a while, but to my surprise, the dog ran away without knowing where to go.
He sat on the stool boredly, and after watching the rain for a while, he turned his attention to the book his aunt was reading.
The cover of the book was written in elegant calligraphy "Drunken Ancient Sword Hall Sweeper". I had seen it before in my life, but I thought it was about swords.
But under this gaze, when my aunt was flipping through the pages, Yu Sheng realized something was different: there were actually pictures in this book.
Curious, Yu Sheng poked his head over, and Aunt Qing noticed it alertly and quickly closed the book.
"What kind of book are you reading? Let me read it too." Yu Sheng reached out and opened the book.
"Go practice calligraphy." Aunt Qing knocked down his hand.
"Don't let me read it?" Yu Sheng guessed, "You're not reading some shady book, are you?"
Aunt Qing rolled her eyes and said, "There is nothing shameful about books. It's just that this book is not suitable for you to read."
"If it's not suitable for me to read, then it's still a shameful book." Yu Sheng said.
"You're not a human being. It's not that you're invisible to others." Aunt Qing said.
"You scolded me." Yu Sheng said.
"What did I scold you for?" Aunt Qing's eyes were innocent.
"No, I must take a look." Yu Sheng said, standing up and grabbing it.
He was really curious about the book that had pictures but was not allowed to be read by him.
The little aunt used her left hand to put the book away from Yu Sheng, "I'm going to make a move if you try to rob it again."
"Okay, I won't move." Yu Sheng sat down quietly, and after Aunt Qing got the book back, she quickly grabbed it again.
Who is Aunt Qing, and how can she let Yu Sheng succeed?
When his butt left the stool, Aunt Qing took the book away again.
It's just that Yu Sheng's fight was fierce, and his whole body still didn't give up even after his hand failed. Until he was lying on Aunt Qing's knees, the book was still out of reach.
"Okay, I'll let you take a look, so you don't hurt your arm again." Aunt Qing saw his persistence, so she put the book back on the table.
Yu Sheng sat up straight and opened the cover of "Zui Gu Jian Tang Sweeper". There was also a book with a cover of "Horse Beating Picture" inside.
"Horse Cryptozoology"? Yu Sheng wondered, what kind of book is this? It is definitely not a book that teaches people how to code.
He turned to the second page and wrote just one sentence at the beginning: It is Si Yuke who knows the destiny and beats the horse after thousands of generations.
For the rest of my life, I was still puzzled. I turned to the third page and saw an old saying written on it: The secret to my ever-increasing success in gambling is concentration and intelligence.
It took me a long time to realize that this is a book that teaches people how to gamble.
"Whoever wrote this book actually taught people to gamble. It's so wicked." Yu Sheng said.
"Don't talk nonsense." Aunt Qing pointed out the window and heard thunder, "Here, if you listen, you may be punished by God."
I didn’t believe this for the rest of my life. He said sadly: “Little aunt, how can you learn this?”
Yu Sheng worried that one day Aunt Qing would gamble away all the money in the inn, and then he would have no place to cry.
"Don't worry, your little aunt has never suffered a defeat so far." Aunt Qing said proudly, "Besides, this book has its own way, and it is not just a book about gambling."
"Da Dao, is it possible that there is also the way of swordsmanship?" Yu Sheng went up to examine it.
The art of beating horses is so profound that even though it was accompanied by pictures, Yu Sheng still couldn't understand it. However, the author of the book talked about it under the pictures, which frightened Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng said stubbornly: "Betting is wrong, especially gambling with other people's money."
"Go on, that's what you want to say later." Aunt Qing said, "Don't worry, the money you lose in gambling is also yours."
Yu Sheng was puzzled, and just as he was about to ask for a clear answer, four people quietly walked in from the door of the inn.
The four men held knives in their hands and hung around their necks the copper coins used by the Heavenly Master to catch demons.
They were all around fifty years old, with black and white hair and beards. What made Yu Sheng even more surprised was that these four people were traveling on a rainy day without any rain gear, and their whole bodies were dripping with water.
Without waiting for Yu Sheng to speak, the leader, the old man in green shirt, said: "Are you the innkeeper?"