Although Yu Sheng didn't want to admit it, with the nods from all the older people in the town, it seemed that his little aunt was really his little aunt.
The wolf's heart with tall leaves can be seen from the bright moon, so Yu Sheng arranged for his little aunt to live in the spacious attic of the inn.
This loft is alone on the third floor, with unobstructed views of the mountains and forests on the left and the lake on the right.
When the door is opened, there is a corridor, and there is a beauty leaning on the corridor.
In the past, there were no lights on the left and right eaves of the attic. After Aunt Qing came, two lanterns were lit on them, making the inn more crowded.
Yu Sheng's soft mattress was also taken away, which made Yu Sheng very sad.
In the morning, after seeing off the passers-by and going downstairs for another night's sleep, the lobby was already bustling with activity.
There were lingering guests and villagers from the town. They gathered the blind storyteller and the woman together, and they were about to discuss the past and present again.
Yu Sheng saw Aunt Qing standing behind the counter, holding on to the abacus with one hand and flipping through the ledger with the other.
She is dressed in white, her hair is tied into a ponytail without a beaded crown, and she is dressed like a man. She is very handsome.
Yu Sheng leaned on the counter and watched her settle the accounts, "The inn has made a lot of money just from the wine, and now the inn is prospering in my hands."
Aunt Qing pushed the hair hanging from her forehead behind her ears and said, "Spread your fingers and count how much you earn."
"You can't count with your fingers, at least you need both hands and feet." Yu Sheng said.
"Then you have to cut off at least six of your fingers before you can use your toes." Aunt Qing closed the account book, "The remaining money in the inn's account is less than four guan."
"How is that possible?" Yu Sheng didn't believe it.
"It cost two guan to carve humi, and I have ten guan left over for grain and herbal seeds..." Aunt Qing said while picking up the abacus, "The remaining four guan is already quite a lot."
"You wait for me, I'll count it." Yu Sheng turned around to get the money jar, "No, how do you know the remaining money in the account? I don't even keep accounts."
Aunt Qing put the money jar on the table, "Is all the money here?"
"Why is the money jar here with you?" Yu Sheng looked at Aunt Qing in surprise. The money jar had been placed beside his bed. Was it surprising that she had entered the house while he was sleeping?
For the rest of my life, I immediately felt shy and embarrassed about being looked at by others.
Aunt Qing pointed at the little white fox lying on the stool, "I asked the little fox to take it out."
Yu Sheng glanced at the little white fox. The little white fox quickly turned his head away and thought, the second traitor appeared.
Yu Sheng lowered his head to look at the dog circling at his feet biting his tail. Fortunately, there was still a loyal person, so her minions would not reach out to the dog.
But isn't the dog guarding King Kong in the woodshed? Why did he come out?
Aunt Qing also saw Gouzi and said, "Your mother's taste in raising things is up to you. She also raised an ugly and unique one."
"This is not a thing, it is a dog." Yu Sheng corrected her.
The dog stopped biting its tail sadly and squatted on the ground silently watching Yu Sheng. Aunt Qing defended it, "You are nothing."
"Why am I not a thing? I am a good thing." After Yu Sheng said this, he curiously asked: "What kind of thing is my mother?"
"It looks like a dog, but it bites people better than a dog." Aunt Qing put the account book on the counter and took a jar of wine from the cabinet at the back.
I felt bad for the rest of my life, so I told her that it was always a penny, so that she could save some money and drink.
"We've finished harvesting the fruit. If we want to make wine next year, there's a donkey behind us. I don't know if it can last until next year." Yu Sheng said.
"Let the donkey in the backyard save some water in the future." Aunt Qing said matter-of-factly.
Yu Sheng leaned on the counter and glanced at the backyard, "That's not okay. If you offend it by withholding drinks, you will definitely get no good results."
Aunt Qing looked at Yu Sheng with a smile, "Are you still afraid of a donkey?"
"Maomao is not an ordinary creature. He is the donkey of the city lord's family. You have to be the master to support him, otherwise it will be bad if you offend the city lord."
"Then why did you bring it back?"
"I was also deceived." Yu Sheng said as he changed the porcelain. Just looking at Aunt Qing's smile, he felt a little cold all over for some reason.
None of the porcelain vases I exchanged were filial, which was so courageous. Aunt Qing made a note in her heart for Sword Slave and Mao Maota Niang.
"I have an idea over there at Maomao." Aunt Qing said, "Go ahead and make me a dish to go with the wine, and get a porcelain vase for me to arrange flowers."
If he doesn't go there for the rest of his life, he wants to go there to listen to books.
"Oh, not filial at all." Aunt Qing sighed, "By the way, when the little raccoon took the money jar, the dog followed and picked up this one."
Aunt Qing put a book on the table and pretended to be curious: ""Dengcao Monk", what kind of book is this?"
Yu Sheng immediately stood up and said, "I will do it, do it immediately, and do it well."
He reached out to put the book in his arms, but Aunt Qing took the book away and said, "Go, go, you are too young to learn well."
Yu Sheng had no choice but to squat down and pat the third traitor on the head, drive him to look at the still unconscious King Kong, and then go back to the kitchen.
In the lobby of the inn, the storyteller woman placed the building on the table, and many fellow villagers had gathered around her.
The woman's face was difficult to see, so she temporarily put on a black veil hanging on the hat.
She pressed the strings with her left hand and gently tapped the strings with a bamboo ruler in her right hand. After attracting everyone's attention, she said: "Thanks to the love of the folks, we have a place to stay."
The blind man next to her stood up and bowed his hands to everyone.
The woman added: "To repay the kindness of the villagers for taking us in, today we will tell a story that has been circulated among the cities in the wilderness for a long time and is related to our town."
Everyone was talking about it, but Li Zheng didn't believe it: "Before the road was blocked, few people came to the town. What stories can we have about our town that are still being circulated among the cities?"
"This story happened a long time ago, before the sword pouch was hung on the archway." The woman said softly, "It's a story about a mirror."
After the woman got away with it, she looked around and saw that everyone looked confused, and she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
But the mirror had disappeared for a long time and was not easy to find, so the woman quickly put away her emotions.
But she never saw that Aunt Qing, who was settling accounts far behind her behind the counter, raised her head and glanced at her.
The woman struck the string three times and told the story of the mirror with a round and polished sound.
Different from the rough voice of the blind man, the woman's words when telling stories are crisp and clear, and her voice is sublime, like a new oriole leaving the valley and a swallow returning to its nest.
She also phrases sentences ably, with few long sentences, but a lot of emotional changes, either slowly or urgently, up and down.
It is even more versatile when it comes to changing tunes and tunes, and all the tunes of the songs come out of it, which is amazing.
The story is also very attractive. It tells a strange thing that a long time ago, when the fertile fields in the town were not cultivated and the crops were not harvested abundantly, the villagers in the town encountered a strange thing while they were fishing to make a living.
At that time, fishing catches were abundant every day, but there were also many big fish and fish monsters. When fishing, the villagers had to work together in groups.
One early morning, when the sun was still behind the mountains and only the white of the fish belly was visible on the horizon, the villagers took their harpoons and fishing nets and rowed their boats to the lake to catch fish.
There was fog on the lake at that time, not too thick, but its existence could not be ignored.
The villagers did not dare to paddle into the depths of the lake, so they stopped to cast their nets after leaving the reed beach.