In fact, this is also due to the three years of being trapped in an iron house, fighting with bats for food every day, and laying the foundation for lightness.
Cheng Yu nodded secretly. It seemed that this child was a genius in martial arts. It was time to give him some training.
I happily agreed to Xiao Qianren's request. In the afternoon, it started to rain. Once the rain starts in the south, it will never end. Although it is winter, the rain is not light.
The rain continued until the afternoon of the next day and then subsided a little. Cheng Yu felt that he could not delay any longer, so he took Qiu Qianren with him, wearing a raincoat, and walked out of the helm.
The most urgent task is to find a way to get some silver.
When we arrived at the Qingbo Gate of the West Lake, the rain started to fall again. From a nearby courtyard, we heard the sound of chanting. "...I am so haggard and damaged, who can bear it now? How can I live alone while guarding the window?"
The black phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it is drizzled bit by bit. This time, there is no such thing as "sorrow"!
It sounds slow and choked, like weeping and complaining. I can't express the sorrow and worry, and with the strong wind and drizzle, it is very suitable for the situation.
"Qianren, knock on the door!" The rain was so heavy that this grass raincoat couldn't stop the rainwater from getting in.
The singing stopped in the yard, and an old woman with white hair came to open the door.
"You two gentlemen, what's going on?"
"Old man, I'm sorry, can you use your house to take shelter from the storm for a while?" Cheng Yu said very politely, and bowed deeply to salute.
"Come in, this humble house is so simple and ridiculous." The old man held up an oil-paper umbrella.
There were books everywhere in the room, and there was an inscription on the wall, "Yi Anshi". Cheng Yu was startled, and then he was attracted by the pile of books on the case, "Jinshilu Volume 1!"
"Old man, I just heard you singing, and it seems that I have endless sorrow?"
"Oh! Even if a little brother asks me, I can talk to you."
It seems that the old woman has been lonely for a long time, and it is rare for anyone to chat with her, and it is rainy weather, so she opened up the chat box and started talking.
The old man calls himself layman Yi An. Since the war between Song and Jin Dynasties broke out, he has been following the court of the Southern Song Dynasty and going south. He has been in panic all day long, wandering in turmoil and suffering a lot.
Her husband's name was Zhao Mingcheng. He loved gold and stones throughout his life and collected numerous objects. He was very ambitious and devoted his whole life to writing "The Record of Gold and Stone". Although he was displaced after the Jingkang Rebellion and the family's collection of antiques, artifacts and calligraphy and painting inscriptions were gradually lost, he still wrote the book.
The ambition never fades.
It is a pity that until Zhao Mingcheng's death, "Jinshilu" began to take shape, but it was still not completed, leaving regrets.
In order to fulfill her husband's will, she continued to improve the compilation and writing work of "Inscriptions on the Stone". However, in these troubled times, it was even more difficult for a woman to walk along the way. Her husband's collection during his lifetime was almost lost after many times, and only a few were left.
Not much.
Fortunately, the hard work has paid off, and the years of hard work have not been in vain. I have finally completed the compilation of the "Inscriptions on the Stone", and my husband can rest in peace. The "Inscriptions on the Inscriptions" is divided into thirty volumes, recording records from the three dynasties of ancient times to the present.
Since the Sui, Tang and Five Dynasties, there have been stone inscriptions on bells, tripods and Yi vessels such as inscriptions and epitaphs.
However, after overcoming many difficulties and going through untold hardships, seeing that the wish was fulfilled, we encountered a new problem, that is, the printing problem, which requires funds. Only a large amount of funds can solve the current difficulties.
"Alas!" The old woman sighed, "I don't have much time, and I don't have more energy to raise this fund. I really want to have a good gamble, but I don't have the capital!"
It turned out that the person in front of him was Li Qingzhao, a great poet in the Song Dynasty. Cheng Yu thought to himself
He didn't think anything of it, but he also wanted to help the old man in front of him. He reached out and touched the bracelet in his clothes, and the corners of his mouth turned upward.
Of course, Feng'er's things couldn't be easily lost or disposed of in other ways, but he was still confident that he could use them temporarily and get them back intact.
"Old man, if you want to take a gamble, I can help you!"
"You?" When the old man looked over with doubtful eyes, Cheng Yu had a bracelet on his hand. It was crystal green, slippery, and filled with a noble and aloof air.
"Imperial green!" Li Qingzhao is a good person. He has been collecting with her husband for many years and has been immersed in it. How could he not realize the value of this item? To describe it as priceless treasure and priceless is no exaggeration.
Before the Ming and Qing Dynasties, jadeite was extremely rare in China. Even in the Song Dynasty, when the economy and culture were highly developed, it was still very rare. Scarcity is the most valuable thing, and love becomes more kind with age.
"I will take you to a place."
Li Qingzhao put on a raincoat and held up the oil-paper umbrella. The umbrella was cyan and looked old.
She was not worried that she would lose Cheng Yu's capital. Instead, she comforted her by saying, "Don't worry, Mr. Cheng, the old man only borrowed it temporarily as a mortgage, and he will definitely return it to Zhao intact!" On the way, Cheng Yu had already introduced herself and Qiu Qianren, but
Concealing the identity of the Beggar Clan elder.
It’s been a long time since I had a good time playing horse racing (horse racing means playing mahjong, a form of gambling in ancient times). I will definitely have a great time today. Li Qingzhao was a little excited. Even Cheng Yu and Qiu Qianren could see that the old man was like a child.
Such a happy expression.
"Mr. Yi'an, are you okay?" Li Qingzhao brought Cheng Yu and the others to a flower building. The female owner of the flower building came out to greet them. Obviously, Li Qingzhao was no stranger to this place.
"Boss Yuan, take a look at this thing?"
Boss Yuan felt the noble aura on the bracelet, and the touch felt cool and clear, and his intoxicated expression could not hide the greed in his eyes.
"One thousand taels of silver!" Although she knows the value of this item, the businessman is shrewd and will not give a high price. She is eager to bet as little as possible so that you lose everything early and it is all hers.
"I have no idea! Forget it, one thousand is one thousand, all exchange for chips!" Although he was unhappy, Li Qingzhao still accepted, "Arrange a table of horse racing!"
"Wait a moment, there are two people waiting, three are missing and one is missing, one more person will start the game!"
"Ouch! Cousin! It's so rare. Why are you here? You have to have a lot of fun today!" A noble and beautiful woman walked in, followed by several family members behind her, flashing outside the door. The woman who came in was covered in blood.
It is jewel-like and radiant, instantly making the room glow.
"Hello, Mrs. Qin!"
"Everyone is here, let's start!" Li Qingzhao ignored the visitor because she hated this relative. The person who came was Mrs. Wang, the wife of Qin Hui, the prime minister of the dynasty, and Li Qingzhao's aunt's cousin, whose nickname was Fugui.
Although Li Qingzhao hated her, he would be very happy if he had the chance to win her money.
"Cousin, I've heard that you are a master of horse racing and have never lost. Today I have to teach my cousin a lesson!" Wang's tapir seemed to be a little afraid of this cousin, and kept saying flattering words to get close to her.
"Well, if you are ready to pay the tuition, I will teach you!" Li Qingzhao still looked calm, "Mr. Cheng, here are two hundred taels, you can go and have fun too!"
Cheng Yu took the chips and went with Qian Ren.
Soon, there was the sound of rubbing rubbish on the table.
I have to admit that Li Qingzhao is indeed a master of horse racing.
When Cheng Yu and Qiu Qianren came back, she had already played three games in a row.
"So fast! Have you finished losing?" Li Qingzhao asked with a smile, staring at the table.
Cheng Yu smiled and did not answer, but stood quietly behind her with Qiu Qianren.
"It doesn't matter, let me help you win it back!" After not hearing an answer for a long time, Li Qingzhao thought Cheng Yu was embarrassed because he had lost everything, so he comforted her again.
"Cousin, you think they are all like you, you are so cruel! Do you want others to live?" It was obvious that she had lost money and was unhappy. This time, Wang did not follow the words, but said something lukewarm.
"Haha! Those who are ruthless have their own people. They kill people for no reason. Aren't you afraid that the sun will show up?" Li Qingzhao said this with a smile. He clearly meant something else, but Wang did not dare to refute.
It was obvious that Li Qingzhao was in a good mood because he had won money. The most important thing was that he had won money from someone he disliked. He spoke like this to avoid ruining his own good mood and ruining his opponent's mood.
"I'm sorry! I'm fooling around again, take the money and get the money!"
"I lost again! I'm so angry!"
"Seeing that you have paid a lot of tuition, I will tell you that there is no one else who is a wise man. He has to fight for his skills, so he who is an expert can do it." What Li Qingzhao said seems not difficult, but it means that there are no tricks in gambling. Find a way to be the first.
That's it. If you concentrate on gambling, you will be invincible. In fact, it is not easy to do it well.
"Master Cheng, here, go play some more!" Li Qingzhao handed the winning chips to Cheng Yu.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Yi An!" Boss Yuan hurried in.
"I say, Mr. Yi An, don't let this young man fool you anymore! Even though he is young, he is a master. I really can't afford to lose!" Boss Yuan was about to cry.
"Sure enough, my eldest cousin came here well prepared. It turns out there are experts in charge. I won't play anymore today. I'm tired!" Wang's face showed displeasure. Although she lost money, she did not admit defeat.
"It's boring!" Li Qingzhao was very interested in having fun, but he ended up having a bad time, with a very disappointed expression on his face.
Reluctantly, she stood up and looked at Cheng Yu with surprise. Could it be that as Boss Yuan said, Mr. Cheng is a master at this? When she thought of this, the old woman suddenly smiled again.
"Let's go, young master, go play somewhere else!" Li Qingzhao did this because he wanted to have a good time, and secondly, he wanted to verify his suspicions with his own eyes.
However, before Cheng Yu could speak, Boss Yuan cried and begged, "Mr. Yi An, it's getting late. Go home and rest. I'm begging you. This Mr. Cheng is so awesome!"
From the attitude of Boss Yuan, it seems that he is very afraid of Mr. Cheng.
When Wang passed by Cheng Yu, she couldn't help but look at him twice.
Cheng Yu's heart trembled violently, and the uneasy feeling only stayed for a moment.
"Let's go, sir. It seems that Boss Yuan doesn't welcome me!"
"Okay, let's go to the counter to redeem the mortgage first." With obvious unwillingness, Li Qingzhao turned to the door helplessly.
"Mr. Yi An, Mr. Cheng has already redeemed it!" Boss Yuan quickly explained. In fact, she was embarrassed to tell the truth. Cheng Yu did not redeem the bracelet on her own initiative, but returned it on her own initiative.
Cheng Yu only played seven games and won more than 20,000 taels. The dealer in the casino was immediately afraid of losing. Rather than being afraid of losing, it was more like he was frightened by Cheng Yu's momentum and luck, because this young man looked like
, is just a stupid young man who puts all in every hand, but wins every hand, unstoppable.