Lanke Chess Edge

After leaving the study room to clear the offerings, Ji Yuan weighed the handful of pieces of silver in his hand. At least there were two or two. It was incomparable with the thousands of dollars in TV dramas in his previous life, but it was not a small amount. For Ji Yuan Nature is also good,

In fact, silver is really durable in this world, and he spent a total of three times at the most.

The first time was because I didn't understand that my own destiny was unpredictable, and asked Qingsong Taoist to tell fortunes, which caused the opponent's life to be seriously damaged. After taking good care of your body and rushing home, you can still have a lot of money.

The second time was to take a boat, charter a boat with others, and only spent nearly six hundred wen, which was equivalent to half a tael of silver.

The third time was when Chunhui House bought two catties of Qianrichun because of greed, and it cost less than four taels.

The rest of the cost of food and lodging is not too big. In terms of food, I go to a restaurant to eat once. It is a few hundred cents to order a very extravagant order. It is only a few cents to eat a bowl of noodles, and a tael of silver is always equivalent. There are thousands of dollars in money.

Not to mention the accommodation. After Ji Yuan came out, he never stayed in an inn a few times. Occasionally, he stayed for a bath or something, and the upper room in the first-class inn was only a hundred liters.

Therefore, apart from the gold from which some corners of the ingot had been pinched, Ji Yuan still had nearly ten taels of loose silver, and this time the shop owner gave him a lot of it.

Putting the silver back into the purse in his arms, Ji Yuan tucked the umbrella and carried the bag on his back, just wandering in Juntianfu City with a wandering mentality.

When the cart passed by, the wooden wheels rolled over the stone pavement, the children were jokingly chasing each other with candied haws, street vendors and shops along the street were all shouting and selling, and the scent of rouge gouache and snacks wafted...

"Master Zuo, Master Zuo, you grew up here!"

Sometimes Ji Yuan is still very sentimental, just like at this time, in my mind I imagine Zuoli, who was a little kid back then, holding a wooden sword and chasing romance with his friends.

Looking for the fragrance of tea and shouting, Ji Yuan walked to a restaurant with a good business, where there was a storyteller who was full of emotion and even sang.

A Doctor Cha saw Ji Yuan approaching and immediately stepped forward to say hello.

"Hey, this guest official, please, there are all kinds of soup, fried, and brewed~!"

"Okay, find a lively place, preferably next to Mr. Storyteller."

"Yo, that's a coincidence, the seats over there are full, can I give you a little bit next to it?"

Dr. Cha glanced at the storyteller in the middle of the lobby and then said.

"Also, you can arrange it!"

"The guest officer, please come with me!"

Following the enthusiastic Dr. Tea, he walked to a column to the left of the center. There was an empty Four Immortals Table. Dr. Tea hurriedly took out the cloth and wiped a trace of tea stains on his head.

"Guest officer, what kind of tea would you like to drink and what refreshment?"

Ji Yuan pretended to look at the obscure teahouse listings diagonally opposite, and spoke up without asking Dr.

"Bring a pot of good new tea to brew, and then serve three plates of your most famous refreshment."

"Okay~~ You wait a moment~~!"

As soon as Dr. Cha left, Ji Yuan's attention was all turned to his side. All the people around the table were drinking tea and having refreshments, listening intently to Mr. Storyteller's story, which should be a battle of fame for a certain general.

"Speaking of the fact that there were hundreds of rafts floating across the great river to cross the enemy army, and we were about to copy the weak point behind our army. At that time, General Huang, who was only a hundred generals, discovered the military situation. The battalion, while dividing his scouts into multiple groups and rushing into several nearby woods..."

When the storyteller said this, he put down his fan, picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and wiped his sweat with a towel. The tea guests below asked impatiently.

"Could it be that General Huang used this force to repel the enemy?"

"Hey, don't interrupt!" "That's right, let Mr. Speak!"

As soon as Mr. Storyteller put down the tea cup and picked up the fan, the noisy discussion below naturally quieted down, and Yu Jiyuan seemed to have a feeling that the words were not spoken.

"At that time, General Huang knew that with this number of troops in his hand, blocking the enemy was like hitting a stone with an egg, but the general was resourceful, and ordered people to prepare dry wood in the pine forest to set fire, but it didn't happen, and at the same time tried his best to use his strength to scare the birds in the forest flying! "

"The enemy's general who crossed the river is not an unknown person. When he was half-crossed, he saw all the birds and birds in the forest on the other side were frightened. When he noticed something different, he ordered to suspend the crossing of the river, and only sent a dozen small rafts to cross the river to investigate... This is the moment!"

Speaking of which, Mr. Storyteller suddenly turned up the volume, and Xingmu slapped it with a "snack~", which startled the tea-goers but no one interrupted them.

"General Huang ordered people to light all the prepared dry wood, and suddenly a dozen wolf smoke rose in the forest... The enemy general on the other side was so terrified that his face changed greatly, and he called himself to see through the ambush, and ordered people to quickly retreat. The sergeants on the dozen rafts A lot of them were scared into the water by the wolf smoke..."

The storyteller's splendid use of language to tell the story of the fierce battle in the past, and the story of General Huang's strategy and bravery, aroused the amazement of the tea guests.

Ji Yuan also nodded with gusto, this is also art!

When the storyteller finished telling the story, he also lost a lot of words, and even more generous tea guests like Ji Yuan and the side gave a few big boys, and the tea house would also pay a certain fee, which was a good income.

The next chapter of the book "Zhan Dongshan" has a meeting to start. Mr. Storyteller is now drinking tea to recharge his batteries and resting. Ji Yuan poured all the refreshments on a saucer and went over with a teapot.

"Sir, could it be convenient for a few words?"

When the storyteller saw that Ji Yuan came over with a teapot and tea, and his appearance was gentle, he smiled and nodded.

"Please sit down!"

Ji Yuan wisely put down the tea and took a new cup on the table to pour his own good tea for the storyteller.

"Please drink tea! Please also take the refreshments!"

Ji Yuan had already noticed that the tea that the teahouse provided to the storytellers was all old tea, which was definitely not as good as his own.

The latter was not polite, he smiled and picked up a piece of short sugar cake, stuffed it into his mouth and took a sip of tea.

"This gentleman has something to ask?"

"Exactly, I want to ask Mr. Xiang about the Zuo family in Juntianfu, the Zuo family that was famous decades ago. I wonder what happened to the descendants recently?"

The storyteller frowned, looked at Ji Yuan with a slightly surprised look, and carefully observed the top and bottom of it, the wide-sleeved blue shirt had a bun and wooden hairpin, and his hands were long and slender.

"Sir, are you a knight?"

"Haha... I have some entanglements with Jianghu, but I am not a Jianghu guest. It's just that the ancestors of the Zuo family have kindness to me, so I came here to find their descendants."

Zuo family ancestors?

The storyteller frowned and looked at Ji Yuan again, feeling absurd that he couldn't tell how old he was, and finally saw that his slightly opened eyes were actually pale.

But the storyteller didn't dare to look at it any more. He was not sure that the opposite was a master of the rivers and lakes. Anyway, what happened to the Zuo family had nothing to do with him.

"Few people in the city know about this. The Zuo family was once prominent in the past, sigh... It's a pity that good fortune made people, Zuo Jianxian was obsessed with swords, and the sword intent post left after his death caused a **** storm in the rivers and lakes. , also brought disaster to the Zuo family, even Zuoqiu Daxia had expected and arranged it long ago~www.NovelMTL.com~ The Zuo family is also difficult to get out..."

After more than a quarter of an hour, Ji Yuan came out of the teahouse, frowned and headed towards the old house of Zuojia in the west of the city, but when it took two hours to find the place, even the facade had become "Qian's House", and the doorman did not know Zuo's house. matter.

When the sky turned dark, there were fewer pedestrians on the road, and many shops were proofing, Ji Yuan was still wandering alone on the west side of the city.

"Is it true that the Zuo family has completely died out?"

While muttering to himself, he saw that the lights were bright and lively in front of him, except for some places where there were fireworks, there was also a restaurant with lanterns with the word "gambling" hanging.

Coincidentally, Ji Yuan heard a familiar voice from the entrance of the casino in front.

"Wait, I'll be right back! I'll be right back!"

"You can't afford to lose~~~ Hahaha~~~!"

"I still have Ben, wait for me!"

In the daytime, the bakery hawker rushed out of the casino sweating profusely. His steps were still vigorous, but the weather on his head was very different from that when he was chatting in the daytime.

"It's a pity, it's not right to suppress evil...!"

Ji Yuan, who shook his head slightly, changed his path and walked to another place.

After obtaining the "decree" method, Ji Yuan can write down the "decree" without harming the fundamentals. Although his decree is not very powerful, it is indeed called miraculous.

Lieutenant General Tongmingce blew the decree into the sky, saying that right and wrong Taoism cannot be achieved by a real person, and this is a trick, and the effect may be better.

At the same moment when the bakery hawker ran home sweating profusely, the owner of the copywriting shop, who had mounted the calligraphy, was appreciating the handwriting, and couldn't help but copy it.

There was a Yin Siye parade passing by the owner's house at night, and he could see that the mansion occasionally showed an air of air, as if the house was clear and transparent at night.