One hundred and fifteen, it's the end of the year again
Father Yan's voice improved much faster than everyone expected. He originally thought it would take more than a month to get better, but now it only takes ten days to return to the same state as before, so the building that had been closed to greet guests for a while opened its doors again.
storytelling.
The cooks, vendors, and footmen in Rouge Alley have nothing to do with their time these days, so when they saw Sister Cui's building open again in the afternoon, they all came, so the first floor of the building seemed deserted for quite some time.
There was a scene of packed seats.
Father Yan spoke for the first time after his voice recovered, and he didn't say much. He started talking about trivial matters, and the audience at the bottom of his head was even more energetic than when he talked about the fighting scenes earlier. He would shout out every now and then.
, which greatly comforted Father Yan, he thought that if he could make a living today, he could ask for a bowl of rice wine from Mama Sun, and the lees would be a good idea.
Thinking of the drink that had not touched his lips for a long time, Father Yan swallowed his saliva and became more talkative. Wei Changpan, who was more like a waiter, shuttled among the crowd from time to time, carrying some scraps to eat food and tea, cheap drinks and cold pig ears.
Cucumbers, fried peanuts, and other snacks that are inexpensive and not heavy in weight were Sister Cui's new idea. It didn't take long for the results to show. Two small pieces of silver were sent to the money jar and weighed.
I have about two denarii.
Since Sister Cui met the visitor that night, the amount of makeup she applied on stage was not very heavy, but it was enough to cover a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes and neck.
After three or two plucking of the strings on the spindle, Sister Cui responded to Father Yan. The few guests who were listening to the pipa were also present, probably approving of her methods, and she also gave them some broken silver. Although these were not lavish
Customers are not stingy in their spending, often with more broken silver than copper plates, and some are a little more generous. I have even seen small silver ingots worth two taels of silver.
When the sun went down and Rouge Lane gradually became lively, the people in Sister Cui's building dispersed to where they were working. Wei Changpan swept up the messy floor and faced Mother Sun and Sister Cui who were counting coins.
Curious, he asked: "How much money was brought in?"
"There is still a small pile of copper coins left to finish counting. Don't worry... there are two taels and four cents of silver, half a pound of copper coins, and more than a dozen large coins that can equal a five-note envoy."
Father Yan was pouring tea. Sister Cui used her sour and numb fingers to pull the abacus. Mother Sun strung together the words on the copper plate and said: "Such a good business can be encountered all year round, with both hands."
You can count them, and on weekdays they only have about half a pound and more than a pound." As she spoke, Mother Sun waved the rattling string of copper coins towards Wei Changpan.
"I've earned so much money today, and I'm tired. Why don't you, Mother Sun, just start eating meat today?" Sister Cui threw down the abacus and said with a smile.
Father Yan rubbed his hands and said with a sneer: "Old man, I am so thirsty as a storyteller today..."
"So you have to bring a pot of wine to moisten your throat?" Sister Cui smiled half-heartedly, which made Father Yan shrink his neck, "Okay, Dad worked hard today, just one pot."
Wei Changpan was doing some chores in the building again, but he failed to go to Rouge Alley to box. To be honest, he himself felt that punching over and over again was a bit boring. How could he only do that?
The fifth move of splitting, drilling, collapsing, cannon, and horizontal movement and dozens of other moves are similar to each other.
Although he is said to be a disciple of the Zhang family's gun, Wei Changpan has actually only learned some boxing skills. According to Qian Erye's previous words, he has to wait until he has reached the third floor of martial arts, and his skin, flesh, muscles and bones have been beaten to perfection.
Zhang Wu’s unique method can achieve great results once you start using it.
Now that things have come to this point, where is the Dharma?
Knowing that he was not a genius who could carve out his own path in martial arts, Wei Changpan no longer obsessed with the temporary level of realm and weapon skills. He could only practice those few moves over and over until he could no longer improve, and then talk about other things.
The meal that night was something we hadn’t seen in the building for a long time. Although it wasn’t much, it was a rare and good meal. The fish was frozen fish brought by cart from the seaside, the meat was braised pork, and the butcher in the city hadn’t had any pigs for a few days.
, as a last resort, Mother Sun ran to the braised food shop to buy ready-made ones.
Father Yan was drunk and could not walk. He was humming storytellers and was carried upstairs by Mother Sun and Wei Changpan.
When Wei Changpan went downstairs to fetch water to clean up the mess caused by Father Yan's vomit, Sister Cui said in a daze: "It has been closed in recent years."
Seeing that he couldn't turn his head, Sister Cui said angrily: "In recent years, I have been eager to go back for a reunion. It's better for you, Panzi. If you want to hang around, why don't you take advantage of these two days to go in and out of the city?"
Feel free to go home and see your parents. After all these days in the building, I haven't seen you bring any letters or news to my family. Your parents have raised you so well, and they don't show such filial piety outside the home."
"With this little money in your pocket, don't show your wealth when you go out." Wei Changpan stuffed a small handkerchief into his arms, "You can exchange the broken silver and use it again. When you walk on the road, you encounter groups of people.
The guests just hang around, don't even think about sneaking in, the accounts in the building have been cleared, and the three people who make a living in the building can handle it."
"Sister Cui, do you mean to drive people away?" Sister Cui did everything he wanted, so Wei Changpan had the courage to ask.
"A small family has no room for a budding figure like you."
She said, half jokingly, half seriously.
When the sun was just rising, the rogue men of the city gate captain yawned and handed over their duties. The large cars waiting to leave the city at the east gate of Wuhang City were lined up as far as the eye could see. Some of them were arranged, or they were with Wuhang City.
If there is some connection with any official here, it will be difficult for them to drop the money.
As for the rest, it is inevitable that some oil and water will be scraped off. After all, it is not easy to get out of the city in this situation. You can only get a pass card by asking grandpa and grandma in the government office. But if the city guard sergeant on duty did not
Once everything has been taken care of, it is common to find yourself unable to leave the city for two or three days as soon as you use the "drag" tactic. It is said that the king of hell is easy to deal with, but the devil is difficult to deal with.
The Jiangzhou Prefecture Army stationed outside the city opened the gate of the camp. A captain led fifty armored soldiers to clear the hungry people out of the city's main road with spears and spears. Then they stood guard on both sides of the main road, forcing them to stay ten feet away with spears to prevent anyone from attacking.
Crazy hungry people came forward to rob the city gate. Upon seeing this, the guarding sergeant on the city gate informed his colleagues below the city gate that they could open the city gate.
This is true because they are not cautious everywhere. Although there has been more grain distribution in recent days than in the past, and fewer people have starved to death, they are just relying on the small bowl of thin porridge water in the porridge shed, looking at the Wuhang City separated by a wall.
There was nothing to be done about the smell of wine and meat, which would drive anyone crazy, so the city's police officers had no time to spare.
Wei Changpan was sitting in the carriage of a large car, surrounded by many foreigners who came to Wuhang City to seek a living. Among the more than ten people, there were not only foreigners from Huisu and Qingzhou in the north, but also some with skills.
I am a craftsman who lives a mediocre life. I spend less than half of my savings all year round on the carriage back home, and most of the rest is spent on renovating the old house at home, or I save it to be my wife.
No craftsmanship
Those who work alone are either working hard or doing odd jobs. The wages are not as good as those of craftsmen, but they still have to pay some money to take a long car ride. Otherwise, they may be robbed within a few steps of Wuhang City. I'll leave you a note.
People with bad luck are buried somewhere unknown. This type of case has never been solved.
However, the big car that Sister Cui arranged for Wei Changpan had been taken care of earlier. Although it cost a few more dollars, it was good to buy it safely. However, the big car was going to Suzhou in the southwest.
He had to get off halfway and walk fifty or sixty miles to Qishan County.
There was still business in the building, and he told Sister Cui that there was no need to deliver it.
In the cart, there was a fellow countryman named Xu Mingxian, who was only a few years older than Wei Changpan. His family was in ruins, so he went to Wuhang City to seek refuge with a prosperous distant relative. He thought about finding a job in the city to make a living, but he never thought about it.
A distant relative who had made a fortune as a businessman was caught in this natural disaster. He had too much time to take care of himself, so how could he find time to take care of his distant nephew? A letter of ten taels of silver and a simple meal were sent away.
Xu Xian, who was originally full of lofty ideals and wanted to show his strength in Wuhang City, encountered obstacles in the city for several decades. After a few decades, he ran out of money and could not even pay for his return home, so he had to beg for nothing and look for that person again.
It was only a distant relative who got this seat on the cart.
Naturally, when going out, he can no longer wear Father Yan's shabby jacket like he does in the building. The clothes Wei Changpan was wearing when the cart was still at the entrance of Rouge Lane had been mended by Sun's mother. If he hadn't taken a closer look, the details
The pins are not visible.
Xu Xian, who boasts that he left home two years earlier than Wei Changpan and has seen more of the world, looked carefully up and down and decided that this was a young man who had just left home not long ago, but he was also a warm-hearted person. He moved his butt next to Wei Changpan and said kindly
He opened his mouth and said, "Why don't we go for a walk together before we get off the car? Look after each other. If we stay in a hotel, we can save some money on rent."
Xu Xian saw that this young fellow, who was relatively neatly dressed, could not answer immediately, and said unhappily: "I am traveling with Xu Xian. I will protect you in big and small matters. You are also a fellow countryman, how can I harm you."
After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves to show Wei Changpan the big lumps of flesh on his arm, and said proudly: "Did you see that, with one punch of this arm, not only it killed a cow, but also injured people's muscles and bones."
It's inevitable, but as a martial arts practitioner, we value being kind to others, so we won't be rude to others easily... Come on, you kid doesn't even understand these rules of the world.
For no reason, Wei Changpan said: "I have heard of these rules in the world."
"Who said that? Could it be that some fellow Jianghu people have told you this?" Xu Xian asked.
Wei Changpan looked at the curious face in front of him and said, "That person is no longer here."
"No more, where did you go?"
"Won't come back again."
Xu Xian smacked his tongue to figure out what it meant. After a moment, he thought of something, then showed an apologetic look and asked no more questions.