Guobei County is under the jurisdiction of Hua'an Prefecture in Wubei County. Several people stopped and walked along the way, all within the scope of Hua'an Prefecture. This time they didn't get off the carriage, and if they just hurried on, they could see the new city in about a hundred miles.
"There are still a hundred miles before we enter the jurisdiction of Xingyang Mansion. Before the city gate closes, let's go to Shangqiu City to find an inn to stay. We'll wrap up these dishes and chopsticks and we'll go to the inn to wash them."
Doused the fire on the ground with water and covered it with soil. After Mr. Wei had disposed of these things properly, he clapped his hands and said.
In summer, when the temperature is high and things are dry, fuel must be handled carefully to avoid causing disasters in the mountains and forests.
"Well, this yellow puma can run very fast!" After checking the reins and looking at the bit on the horse's mouth, Wang Huochong smiled and stroked the long mane on the horse's back, and said with some pride.
"Things are packed!" the scholar stood beside the car and shouted loudly.
"Then let's go!"
Crack!
"Let's go!!"
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"Young Master! You don't have enough money in your account. Look..." The big teapot from a brothel, with his head bent and a bucket hat crookedly on, and a funny look on his face, looked embarrassed.
A young man who was a little drunk whispered in his ear.
The young master was wearing a gauze coat, with a pair of calf-nose trousers underneath. He stepped on the mat with one bare foot, and stretched his other foot straight, with the sole of his foot dangling constantly.
His face is fair and chubby, his eyebrows are very light, his eyes always have a narrow smile, his lips are red and his teeth are white, and he looks quite harmless, especially after drinking, his whole body is covered with a layer of pink.
Even more chubby.
At this time, the young master was holding a wine glass in one hand, pouring the wine into his mouth like a mountain of water, without touching the glass with his lips. He was having a good time, but people were confused by what the big teapot just said.
,turn a deaf ear.
"Master..." Big Teapot shouted in a low voice, unable to stop himself from shouting with beads of sweat on his anxious forehead.
The steward, who had just walked up the stairs and was about to walk around, suddenly saw the window
Sitting next to him was a young man drinking wine and a big teapot with an anxious look on his face.
The steward walked quickly over in small steps. Seeing that the big teapot was about to speak again, he quickly pushed the person aside and glared at the teapot. Then with a smile on his face, he bent down and asked softly.
"Hehe... The great poet is here again. You don't have much money in your account. You see..."
"Oh, I only envy the heavenly palace for the fine wine, but mortals...burp...drink...horse urine..." The steward kept bending over and listening.
The young master's face turned a little red as he recited the poem, but he still smiled and waited carefully.
"You...you said...what's not enough!"
"Master, it's money..."
Snapped!
The steward suddenly turned around and slapped the big teapot hard on the face, then quickly returned to his original posture and said carefully, "It's silver!"
"Oh...the silver...take it." The young master seemed to wake up from a dream. After hearing the word "silver", he took off a ring from his hand and put it on the table.
He lay down, talking half drunk and half awake, and then lay down on the ground behind him, making a "snoring, snoring" sound.
Kick, kick, kick!
The steward ran down the stairs first, followed by the teapot, whose face turned red and covered his face with some tears in his eyes.
Downstairs was a bustling crowd of drinkers and girls who shuttled between the guests and the wine tables like butterflies. The steward greeted a few familiar regulars and returned to the counter with a big teapot.
Looking at the teapot, which was about the same age as his son, the manager couldn't bear it. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Are you not convinced? Why do you and I say the same thing, asking for money, but he reacts differently to you and me?"
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The big teapot lowered his head and just nodded. He no longer covered his face after being hit. After a while, it was already swollen.
"This gentleman has been here for a long time. He is not short of money, but we can't ask him for money. In his words, only money is used for enjoyment, and money makes people suffer."
big teapot
He raised his head and looked at the steward with some confusion.
Shaking his head, the steward took out the wrench he had just taken from the young master, shined it at the candlelight in front of him, then ignored the teapot and walked straight out the door to the pawn shop.
The young master’s name is Jiu Jin. He was named because he weighed nine kilograms when he was born. The family was so happy that they put these two characters into his name.
He loves spending money, drinking, and girls. If he doesn't spend a little bit every day, doesn't drink a little bit, and doesn't hug a girl, Jiu Jin will feel that his day has been wasted.
correct!
Jiu Jin is a poet! As for his poems... they are neither bad nor good. Why do I say this? It's because his talent is always erratic. Maybe he will be able to write a good one in a while.
, and maybe what he chants in the next few days will be messy.
Jiujin doesn’t have many friends, not many. He is very arrogant, has character, and has an accent that is different from others. Just like what he said, “Money is nothing but money, only silver is happiness.”
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He is very weird.
"I... I used to ride on a white tiger! It flew... flew... and then turned around... and bit me!" Jiujin
The ring turned into silver, and the girl naturally returned to his arms. He pulled the little lady's catkin, stuck out his tongue, and talked while worming his way into her arms, laughing.
"Sir, you are so interesting! What kind of white tiger is there? He knows how to coax people!" The little lady pouted her lips cutely and pushed Jiujin pretending to be unhappy.
boom!
Jiujin, who was already in a daze after drinking, could not sit still, fell directly to the ground with a heavy sound, which frightened the little lady. If she
If the guest officer gets hairy, he will probably be in trouble again.
Looking at the lantern hanging on the dome with dim eyes, Jiu Jin murmured at the circles of light, speaking in a voice that could only be heard by the little lady who rushed to help him and himself.
,
"Geng metal transforms into a white tiger,
When people encounter the spring breeze, their clothes sway,
Don't be afraid, the weather will change.
I'm just afraid that beasts are fierce and people are thin...