"My sister is so miserable. How could I meet such a sister?" several sharks cried as they cried.
The shark beads fell "plop, plop", which made Yu Sheng feel happy when he heard it.
Only Qimei is different. "I feel sorry for my sister. She is so kind-hearted and has suffered so much in order to help her sister. You are not allowed to say that about her."
This made Yu Sheng look at her with admiration. In this world where everything was about survival, it was so naive for this seventh sister to have such an idea.
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In the Great Wilderness, the New Year is also an important festival for the human race, and the birthdays of the Four Wilderness Kings are much inferior in comparison.
This festival comes from one of the three major tribes of mankind, the ancestor tribe of the Central Plains human race.
Legend has it that the land owned by the human race was extremely poor and it was difficult to grow food, so the human race lived a life of starvation.
It was not until the leader of a human tribe in the Central Plains stole the soil of a giant tribe in the Central Plains that the human race developed in cultivation.
Of course, this is just a legend, and it even comes from a legend that the giant tribe slandered the human tribe for stealing.
Lao Yu once told Yu Sheng that the truth of history is that the leader of the human tribe led the human race to defeat the giants and seize the rich land of the giants.
This fertile land is the Central Plains. The clan leader led his people to thrive on this land, breaking away from the shackles of cultivated land, and then allowed the people to spread out. After tens of thousands of years, it finally became the Central Plains. Before the Holy War, there were many major cities in the Central Plains.
appearance.
"What a pity." Lao Yu often sighed and said to Yu Sheng that after the Holy War, the human race lost control of the Central Plains and was ashamed of its ancestors.
As for Xi soil, most of these rare treasures are concentrated in the hands of the Three Desolate Kings. The East Desolate King only has a handful in his hands, and his magic power is not as good as the Three Desolate Kings.
This one was also snatched away by King Donghuang during the Battle of Long Bo. In other words, King Donghuang was the god who stole the giant's breath soil.
It is said that fertile soil is a soil that is endless and can grow on its own. With it, not only will you not have to worry about harvests, but you can even survive the vicissitudes of life.
Of course, changing the world is a bit difficult, not only because the King of the East Wilderness has to fight for every inch of land, but also because reclaiming the land requires too much spiritual power.
In the wilderness, it is said that the New Year's Day is the day when the human race wins the soil, and spring plowing begins after this day.
Therefore, the people of the human race are very concerned about the beginning of the year and have started buying new clothes and preparing delicacies more than a month in advance.
There were a lot fewer guests coming and going at the inn, but the business was still there, and many people asked Yu Sheng to help him.
Not only are there those who order made-to-order dim sum, such as soup dumplings and dumplings, but there are also those who write couplets for Yu Sheng. The queue has already reached Yangzhou City.
Now the whole city of Yangzhou knows about Yu Sheng's good calligraphy, and anyone who is willing to pay will not refuse, so that people are proud to hang a pair of couplets written by Yu Sheng.
"This is not just because the shopkeeper's handwriting is beautiful. The identity is also different. Think about it, the handwriting written by the son of King Donghuang is hung on the door. Which monster is not afraid and dares to come to the door?" Zhou Jiuzhang carried a bag of money and rolled it up.
A roll of red paper said to everyone.
He carefully placed the red paper on Yu Sheng's ink-splashed table, put down the money bag, stood at the door and dusted off the snowflakes on his body.
It snowed heavily outside again, covering the whole world in silver, leaving only a few spots of darkness, stubbornly facing the heavy snow.
Yu Sheng took the opportunity to weigh Zhou Jiuzhang's money bag, "Go home and wait, don't get in the way here." Yu Sheng waved his hand.
His hand smoothly hooked on the couplet, and the couplet became "When you meet a close friend here, you can play the music of the mountains and flowing water; if you have a good man next door, you can cut through the wall and steal the money."
"Why, you have a grudge against money?" Zhou Jiuzhang was puzzled. This is not Yu Sheng's style.
"That's not true. It's just that I can't join the queue with this little money. I'll write to you after four days." Here in Yusheng, there is a price for jumping in the queue.
"Hey, who raised the price?" Zhou Jiuzhang said unhappily.
"I'm not here." Zhuang Zisheng said boldly, while lowering his head and measuring the couplets that Yu Sheng had just written.
I probably know what it means to cut through the wall to steal the light, but why is this couplet so awkward?
Zhou Jiuzhang walked up, read it again, and praised: "Good calligraphy and good couplets. He is worthy of being the son of King Donghuang. His handwriting is so beautiful."
"Have you seen the handwriting written by my mother?" Yu Sheng asked him casually.
"That's not true, but it's always right to praise the King of Donghuang." Zhou Jiuzhang said seriously.
"Here, your last calligraphy." Yu Sheng dried the pen and ink and handed the couplet to Zhuang Zisheng.
"This word..." Zhuang Zisheng hesitated.
"Don't give it to me. This is such a beautifully written word." Zhou Jiuzhang made a move to grab it, "By the way, shopkeeper, what does it mean to cut through the wall and steal the light?"
"There was a child who was poor but still liked to read, so he punched a hole in the wall and used the light from the house next door to read." Yu Sheng explained casually.
"Then this is a really good match, just right to hang on the door." Zhou Jiuzhang couldn't help but grab it.
Zhuang Zisheng did not stop him, but said leisurely: "This couplet is written for our hut."
"Poof", Caoer who was drinking tea vomited, and Guaizai and Hu Muyuan couldn't help but laugh.
"What the hell, is it written for the latrine?" Zhou Jiuzhang immediately threw it to Zhuang Zisheng in disgust.
He lost face and complained: "You have a lot of money to burn. Ask shopkeeper Yu to write couplets for your latrine, so you can make them as hard as you can."
"It's not the money that builds your house, how can you take care of it?" Zhuang Zisheng spread out the couplet and read it again.
"It's not my money, it's always my sister's money. Be careful I go back and tell my sister." Zhou Jiuzhang threatened.
Zhuang Zisheng had nothing to say at this time, but he also understood the inappropriateness of the couplet, "No, shopkeeper, how can you cut through the wall of the latrine to steal the light?"
Yu Sheng said innocently, "You can't blame me for this. This is what you asked for. You said you wanted to write about your hospitality."
He pointed at the words, "Look, this isn't hospitable enough? There are allusions to my mountains and flowing water."
"Okay, blame me, blame me." Zhuang Zisheng waved his hand and asked Yu Sheng to write another one, changing "come to paragraph" to "never".
Seeing that the rest of his life was over in a flash, Zhou Jiuzhang said: "Shopkeeper, the Chinese New Year will be in four days. You can just write it for me. I will replenish the remaining money for you later."
Worried that Yu Sheng would not agree, he continued: "Don't worry, if I don't make up the money, you will transfer my sister to guard the city gate."
"Your uncle." Upon hearing this, Zhuang Zisheng reached out and took out a bank certificate from his pocket, "Well, it's my bad luck. I'll help him pay out his share of the money."
Zhou Jiuzhang looked like he had known this for a long time and didn't care that Zhuang Zisheng had just greeted his uncle.
"Hey, is it so lively?" There was the sound of horse hoofbeats outside the door. When it calmed down, Bu Ju led Bu Xiaomei in, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
Ye Zigao's eyes widened even more, and he wiped his saliva after being kicked by the black girl.
Ignoring the eyes behind him that could kill someone, he walked forward diligently, "You two are also here to write couplets?"
"Yes, by the way, I sent over the Jiyuncao that shopkeeper Yu needs." Bu Ju said.
"Really?" Yu Sheng hurriedly put down his pen to check his Jiyuncao, and at the same time glanced westward through the window.
I don’t know if the lotus flowers in the bamboo house pond have withered in the heavy snow. If they had not withered, Qianni Liquor could be brewed now.
This thousand-day wine is not like other wines brewed in the rest of your life. It takes a thousand days to complete, so one day early is one day.
What if the girl in the photo drank a thousand days of wine and was so happy that she was ready to commit herself to him?