After the exchange between the three of them ended, Su Ziji refused Zhang Sheng’s suggestion to drive him back in an ox cart and walked to the street. The street was bustling with people coming and going.
Although it can’t be said that there are teahouses and restaurants everywhere, there are teahouses, restaurants, and shops in a row, which is quite lively and has a rare kind of prosperity.
"A prosperous age?" Su Ziji's eyes turned. Everything was similar to the original dynasty, but the things about ghosts and gods still made him very concerned.
"Huh?" Just thinking about it, Su Ziji suddenly frowned and looked back. He felt that someone seemed to be following him behind him. However, when he looked at it, he only saw no crowd at the corner of his clothes. He did not see clearly who was staring at him.
Who, wait until you leave, this feeling will be gone.
"I didn't see it, but it shouldn't be an illusion. Someone was following me."
"It should be Mr. Zhang's people. It seems that two noble people have left Linhua County? It seems that you need to be more careful these days." Su Ziji was stunned. It seemed that he had to go to Yu Lu and Zhang Sheng every day.
Now, the Yu and Zhang families are rich, so I understand that Boss Zhang doesn’t dare to cause trouble.
"Hmph, even a mere Jianghu gang dares to be so rampant. Oh, no, the scholar won't be destroyed when I win the title of Scholar. But when I win the title of Juren, this gang will be destroyed."
"If you anger me, attacking and killing at night is not impossible." Su Ziji thought and disappeared into the crowd.
Shen’s Restaurant not far away
"Hoo!"
When Su Ziji gradually left, the wild Taoist who had hidden himself in the door exhaled a breath, only to feel a thin layer of cold sweat on his back.
"A scary person." The wild Taoist sat on the table, his face flushed, and he just muttered: "Just at the first glance, I felt depressed, this kind of temperament..."
"If we were in troubled times, I would dare to recognize the master and assist Jackie Chan, but it is a pity that it is now."
The wild Taoist's expression changed. He learned the art of slaying dragons, which is the most sensitive. But the world is peaceful, and all this is empty talk.
"The time has passed!"
The wild Taoist sighed in his heart and looked outside. Shop after shop, crowded with people, all smiling, this is the people's will, this is destiny.
"Even now, it's hard to fight against such a person, let alone Boss Zhang. It's just that I got on the pirate ship, and Boss Zhang will never allow me to jump off."
"But should I prepare for a rainy day?" Thinking of the actions of Boss Zhang and the Taoist priest, the wild Taoist suddenly made up his mind and waved his hand.
"Sir, what do you want?" The waiter who had already noticed it hurriedly stepped forward.
"Here are your signature dishes, two dishes, one soup and one pot of wine. Do you have paper and pen and ink? I'll write a letter." The wild Taoist said, and the waiter responded: "Yes, come right away."
In a blink of an eye, the pen and ink came up, and the wild Taoist wrote a line of words, threw a piece of silver, about one tael in weight, and said: "Bring me food and wine, and also, send me this note, please be quiet."
Quietly, the rest of the money is yours."
Say, tell me your address.
"Thank you for your reward!" Two dishes, one soup, and a pot of wine only cost 700 taels of silver. This tael of silver costs 1,100 taels of silver. After hearing the address, which is not far away, the waiter smiled so much that his eyes narrowed and he bowed:
"Don't worry, I'll send it over in a minute and make sure his dogs don't bark!"
Dawn
The weather got warmer, but the humidity was heavy. Su Ziji yawned and got up, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and looked at the book box he had packed yesterday.
"Just have two sets of clothes to change."
"We have enough money. Let's go into Fucheng together with Yu Lu. I will take care of you."
"The most important thing now is to memorize the list of taboos, so as not to make another mistake in the government examination. This must not be passed."
Su Ziji checked everything, laid down two boiled eggs for breakfast, picked up the bookcase and left, but when he was about to open the door, he was suddenly startled.
A blank piece of paper was stuffed between the cracks in the door.
"Who gave me the letter?" Su Ziji was a little confused. When he picked it up and looked at it, he was startled. He saw a painting painted on it, with light ink but clear outline.
But it was a person, vaguely his own face, and five green-faced and fanged evil spirits were pulling his feet. Below was a line of words that read: "Tongshan Temple will use a curse in the near future, please be careful."
In the past, Su Ziji would have smiled. If the art of witchcraft and Gu was effective, why would you use your brain and knife?
But now, Su Ziji was shocked. The muscles on his cheeks twitched twice, and his back was slightly sweaty. He subconsciously touched his waist, and suddenly a murderous aura rushed up.
"Damn it, Tongshan Temple wants to harm me again? It's really killable!"
Taking a heavy breath, Su Ziji's face turned pale. Tongshan Guan was different from the two gangsters. Even if he could be killed, the government would investigate in anger, but he would not be able to escape.
"For the present, the best thing is to gain fame."
"When you get to Fuzhong, it's best to hide in Fuxue."
Su Ziji thought about it, opened the door, and headed towards Ye's bookstore, just thinking: "Hey, why does this handwriting look familiar, but I can't remember it."
Yip's Bookstore
The door was not opened today, and the room inside was extremely quiet. Only the hissing sound of the medicine stove under the eaves was clearly audible, and Ye Buhui was carefully fanning the air to keep the medicine smoke away from the room.
Ye Weihan sat against the wall, with a pillow on his back. He still smelled the smell of medicine. He coughed from time to time, and when he heard a sound, Ye Buhui hurried over: "Dad, take the medicine."
This was a bowl of thick black medicine, very bitter. Ye Weihan drank it all in one gulp, and then coughed violently, causing Ye Buhui to pat Ye Weihan's back.
"Dad, I still won't go to Fucheng." After a moment, Ye Buhui suddenly spoke amidst Ye Weihan's coughing.
Ye Weihan coughed for a while: "You girl, I have this old problem. You didn't go because of my illness this time. Are you going to give up the next time because of my illness in the future?"
"Dad, this time is different." Ye Buhui lowered his head, feeling as if his heart was being squeezed when he thought of Doctor Zhao's words: "You coughed up blood this time. Doctor Zhao said that your condition has relapsed badly this time. What should I do?"
Don’t worry about letting you stay home alone?”
Ye Weihan stared at her little face, sighed secretly, and said: "Isn't there still Dr. Zhao? When you go to Fucheng, I will stay overnight at the Zhao Family Medical Center. They can take in patients there, and the price is only thirty yuan a night.
If you pay for it, there will be people brewing the medicine, so why do you need to give up the chess game?"
This was said so easily that Ye Buhui choked.
"I'm not going anyway!" She turned her face to the side and said.
"You kid." Ye Weihan was still about to speak, but there was a knock on the door. If he could enter the inner courtyard, he must have a key, and said: "Is this a child? Come in quickly!"
Su Ziji went in and found that Ye Weihan had sat up. After a closer look, he looked stronger than yesterday, but he still kept coughing.
"Tuberculosis was almost incurable in ancient times." Su Ziji was in a complicated mood, but Ye Weihan immediately waved to Ye Buhui and said to Ye Buhui: "Get me some porridge for breakfast."
"Okay!" Ye Buhui gave Su Ziji a hard look, feeling very dissatisfied.