Chapter eight hundred and seventy-ninth, the old man who took off his clothes
Gouzi successfully chased the little white dog, which made several people understand a truth.
Pestering is a powerful weapon in chasing girls, so after pestering black girls every day, Ye Zigao began to pester other girls in the inn.
Fu Nan also took the initiative to attack. Not only the inn, but also several nuns from Wuchang Temple became his targets, making Ye Zigao call them beasts.
During this period of time, it rains constantly in Dabei Mountain, but the sun shines brightly in Tea Mountain, which makes people feel amazing.
At this time, Xianyu Inn finally returned to Jishan.
Yu Sheng and the others borrowed the Xianyu Inn and went up the mountain with umbrellas. Xianyu carried the inn on his back and set off again, rushing to Hanshan City.
During the rest of their lives, they met several people from Hanshan City at Mr. Jishan's place.
They were the old man's drinking buddies. They all had white hair, wore loose coats, and were barefoot. They seemed to have a certain air of immortality.
When Yu Sheng arrived, they were already drunk, banging the wine bowls and jars, and singing loudly.
It's just that this singing voice is not very beautiful at all. It reminds Yu Sheng of the singing songs far away in the Eastern Wasteland.
Little Putao covered her ears and smiled awkwardly at Yu Sheng and the others.
The old man who was banging the bowl and singing loudly turned around. When he saw Yu Sheng, his misty eyes suddenly stared: "Bold maniac"
"Crazy guy?!" Yu Sheng was confused. He looked back and saw no one behind him.
Yu Sheng looked back, but before he could figure it out, the old man rushed up to him, and he didn't look like he was drunk at all.
He pointed at Yu Sheng's clothes, "Is this something you can wear? It's neither fish nor fowl. No need to ask, I must have bought it from a copycat!"
"Do you think that by wearing a set of fancy clothes, you are in a class? And yet, you are wearing a knockoff." The old man said unceremoniously.
After being slapped by him and said, Yu Sheng was a little confused, "Shanzhai, what kind of copycat?"
"You still don't admit it. This look and size make it look like the Chinese clothes made in Zhishan's shabby copycat village." The old man pulled Yu Sheng's clothes and said, "Take them off quickly, you are insulting the Chinese clothes!"
"Are you sick?" Yu Sheng pulled out the corner of his clothes. "Don't think that because you are older, I don't dare to hit you!"
"You still dare to hit me. If you hit me, there will be thousands of me if you knock me down!" The old man approached Yu Sheng.
"I really don't dare to hit you." Yu Sheng really couldn't do this.
He pointed at Fu Nan, "Tell you, I don't have the heart to strike, but my subordinates are so ruthless that they won't recognize each other. Not to mention the old man, I'll beat the old lady!"
Fu Nan took a step forward at the right time and said, "Yes, I tell you, I can be extremely fierce when I am ruthless."
As soon as he finished speaking, several guests sitting with Mr. Jishan stopped listening.
They stood up drunkenly, "Boy, have you ever been to the Central Plains? You just wear Chinese clothes. You are an insult to the Central Plains culture!"
Chinese clothing, Central Plains culture?
Yu Sheng lowered his head and looked at his clothes. This clothes was a long and spacious coat made by his aunt in the style of the Central Plains. Due to the continuous drizzle recently, the weather was a bit cold, and it was even cooler in the mountains and under the grapevines, so when he came
My aunt made me wear this dress for the rest of my life.
"I'm sick. I haven't been there, have you been?" Yu Sheng said.
"We?" An old man raised his head proudly and looked at Yu Sheng with disdain, "We haven't been there either."
"Your uncle, I want to beat him." Ye Zigao said.
"But we have studied carefully and are not afraid to tell you that the saint culture has been discontinued in the Central Plains, but it has been passed down here!" The old man said boldly, "The most direct manifestation is this suit of clothes!"
"Of course, there is also this." The man took out a small porcelain bottle, poured a little powder on his fingertips, and gently inhaled it into his nostrils.
Yu Sheng was extremely surprised, "What, what is this?"
"Wu Shi San", the old man looked at Yu Sheng with contempt, "You don't even know this, you really know nothing about the Central Plains culture."
"It seems that we can only rely on us to revive the sage culture of the Central Plains." Another old man sighed.
"Yes, we are the only kind of fire." said the third old man.
"How come we, a group of monsters, have shouldered such an important responsibility?" The fourth old man looked self-effacing.
Several old men sighed, and after a drunken look, they saw that Yu Sheng was still wearing clothes, and said angrily: "Why are you still wearing clothes?"
I will stay away from them for the rest of my life, but today I met a group of old men who took off his clothes and said, "I don't have any clothes on, I'm running around naked."
"Don't tell me, this kid would look pretty good if he ran around naked." An old man tilted his head, looking drunkenly at the rest of his life.
I loved hearing this for the rest of my life, and I forgave them because they were drunk.
Unexpectedly, the old man raised his hand and pointed at Ye Zigao, "Take it off quickly, take it off."
"He is not wearing fancy clothes, he is." The first puller pulled the old man and asked Yu Sheng to take off his clothes quickly.
"You revive yours and it doesn't matter what I wear." Yu Sheng said.
"Why doesn't it matter? Our great cause of reviving the culture of the saints in the Central Plains is only being held back by people like you!" The old man became even more angry.
"What are you talking about? With our shopkeeper here, why can't it be your turn to revive the sage culture of the Central Plains?" Ye Zi took a step forward, "How is your calligraphy? How many landscape paintings can you draw? How many poems can you write?
, I really thought I would be revived just by wearing a few clothes.”
"You, you", the old man took a breath and suppressed his anger.
Just as he was about to argue, Mr. Jishan came up and stopped him. He had drunk little and was still sober.
"Mr. Yu, these old friends are drunk. Don't go out with them. Come on, I'll take you to see the inn." Mr. Jishan took Yu Sheng and the others out, then turned around and told Little Putao, "Help these old friends over."
Take a rest in the guest room.”
Little Grape said yes.
Yu Sheng was still a little angry, so he asked Mr. Jishan, "What's going on?"
"Hey, a generation of saints from the Central Plains rebelled against the gods and understood the mysteries of heaven and earth to write words. This not only attracts people's yearning, but also makes many monsters yearn for it."
He pointed behind him, "These old friends are like that, they are even a little obsessed."
Hundreds of years ago, a monster who experienced the War of Saints traveled to the Central Wasteland and told them about the culture of the Central Plains.
These gorgeous clothes and these five-stone powder were what they learned from that monster.
"They vigorously promoted Chinese clothing and Five Stone Powder in Hanshan City and ran related industries. Under their leadership, the nobles in Hanshan City now wear Chinese clothing and Five Stone Powder, which has become a symbol of noble status.
"Mr. Jishan said.
Many ordinary people in Hanshan City also want to get high-class clothes in Chinese clothes.
But because the authentic Chinese clothes sold by these old men were a bit expensive, a group of copycat monsters started a copycat business.
This is also the reason why several people refuse to let go of Yu Sheng's clothes when they see them.
"Hey, this is Li Gui who bumped into Li Kui. This is my authentic Central Plains costume." Yu Sheng said.
My aunt is from the Central Plains, so she naturally knows what the clothes in the Central Plains are like.
He wanted to go back and hit those old men, but he thought they were drunk and couldn't tell clearly, so he gave up.
"Old man, you can actually hang out with them." Yu Sheng said.
He had to re-evaluate this partner.
"I'm not as paranoid as they are, and as long as they don't talk about fancy clothes and five-stone powder, it's normal," the old man said.
"Then what do you think of their views on Chinese clothing?" Yu Sheng asked.
Mr. Jishan smiled and said, "Wushi Powder is pretty good. It makes you feel heavenly after taking one breath, but it makes you sweat easily. I have to say that the fake Chinese clothes are well made and can absorb sweat."
While they were talking, they came to a small building.
This small building is exquisitely constructed and is built on a high platform higher than the surrounding environment.
The small building has two floors, and there is a rooftop above, where you can not only look up at the stars, but also overlook the surrounding mountains, forests and scenery.
Grape vines wrap around the small building, but do not affect the light. When sitting on the rooftop reading a book or practicing calligraphy, you can reach out and pick grapes to eat.
"Not bad, very good." Yu Sheng was full of praise.
After the old man agreed, he officially took over the small building and opened a door out of thin air in front of the kitchen.
Even though he had already seen it before, Mr. Jishan still kept praising his amazing skills.