Nightfall

The shop opened the door, and the first guest was the owner who was eligible to collect the rent. It didn't look like a good sign, and I heard such annoying inside information, but Ning Que didn't feel too bad.

He believes that a man who can have a whole street in Chang'an City is absolutely rich or expensive or has a big backer behind him. Since the owner has made a promise to himself, he has to worry about the fact that it is somewhat redundant, because Laobi Zhai is the only tenant on this street. The middle-aged man generously stated that he would be exempt from the three-month rent. This alone is enough to make the master and servant happy. .

What really annoys him is the business, the business that is so miserable as a bird, cold water and autumn.

The spring rain in Changan City was four or five days at a time, and it was endless. It seemed that there was no head. The air was cold and the road was slippery. People were naturally reluctant to go out. This long street is only open by his family. The shops are all closed with doors, unable to gather popularity, and they seem to be more deserted. In addition to three or two pedestrians, there are only three or two sparrows jumping around on their feet, where can there be any business.

On the first day of the opening, Ning Que's spring rain hanging on his mouth was as expensive as oil, and it has already turned into a spring rain like a pee. He sat on a long chair and looked at the rain outside the store, sighing repeatedly, if the person's eyes are true He can have strength. If he is a master practitioner who has entered the realm of destiny, he probably has his eyes full of anger and resentment, enough to overturn the gray wall directly.

The middle-aged man said that both sides of Lin 47 Lane were covered with his pavement, but it did not include the gray wall at the door of Lao Bi Zhai. Behind that gray wall was the Treasury Department ’s Treasury that needed to be expanded. One of the reasons why Ning is unhappy.

At noon, someone finally stepped into a deserted shop. He is a big-bellied rich businessman who looks like a fat man and two entourages. Ning Que thought that the comers were not good. It may be the black-faced lobbyist invited by the Imperial Demolition Department. It is inevitable to be a bit vigilant. Rain by the way.

Since he is an idle person, Ning Que naturally has no time to get up and entertain. He is holding a lukewarm inferior red clay teapot in his hands and looking at the rain curtain outside the store. His eyes are slightly open like he is going to sleep comfortably. In fact, the heart that is eager to make money It was already swollen in a hurry.

The fat rich man put his hands on his back and put his face on the wall to watch carefully. I do n’t know why. Several people who have entered Lao Bi Zhai in the past few days have habitually put their hands behind their backs, and they seem to want to express their eyesight very well. The rich man has lived in Changan for a long time, and his vassal style has shed some light on his eyes for a few years. After watching it for a moment, he said to his followers: "Don't say, this is a broken place, and there are actually some good words."

This sentence should be regarded as a compliment, but it seems a bit frivolous and condescending. Of course, it is difficult to provoke Ning Que ’s confidant feelings. Still sitting in the circle chair does not seem to care. In fact, the ears are raised, listening carefully. What the rich man will say next, hoping to sell the first word.

"Boy, who wrote these words in the shop?" The rich man turned and asked.

"I wrote." Ning Que leaned forward slightly and responded politely.

The fat man did n’t say anything, and after a while he shook his head and sighed regretfully: "Uhhhhhhhhh ... pity, it ’s a pity, a few words are rather beautiful, but it ’s a pity that the writer is still young but forced to pretend to be big. The scholar's vicissitudes of life. What's more, since I saw it from the rain today, you're lucky, San'er, take this word off, I want it. "

Ning Que turned to look at the three people and asked, "This guest, I don't know how you bid."

"This word is placed outside the Xiangfang stall, and it can sell at most five hundred texts. Since you have a store fee, and I think you can be young, I will give you two or two silver." The rich man said with a smile.

Ning Qi picked up the teapot to drink tea, put down the teapot and scolded the mother: "Go away."

The rich man suddenly changed color, annoyed and reprimanded: "You young man, why don't you know so much about it!"

"You can't be young but you can be bullied." Ning Que shook his head and said: "When you said that I was too young to forcefully learn from the vicissitudes of old scholars, I was ready to let you go, just wanted to see How do you bid? If you bid high enough, it does n’t matter if I let you insult you. It ’s a pity that your price is not enough to insult me. "

The iron-faced rich man walked away with his followers, and Sang Sang, who rolled up his sleeves to wash the vegetables, rushed out of the back house and looked at the backs of the three people who had long disappeared in the rain. Their faces were full of regret and unwillingness. Ning Que stared at the chair, annoyed and said, "Master, that's two or two silver!"

Selling two ink ingots and three papers, this is all the money that Lao Bi Zhai opened for several days. Although the middle-aged man exempted them from the rent for three months, he thought about the terrible future in the college Expensive, Sang Sang couldn't sleep well every night, so it's no wonder she was so angry at the previous scene.

Anyway, there was no business. After lunch, Ning Que simply closed the shop. As the name implies, the young mind of the little maid was seriously injured. In fact, she probably just wanted to relax and take Sang Sang through the street to the legendary. Chen Jinji's fat powder shop went around, and then bought a few idle books at a place called Danbo Bookstore.

The effect of distraction is very good. Sang Sang holds a book bundled with a rope and Chen Jinji's fat powder box, and the joy that can't be concealed by the little black face. , With his right hand holding a **** umbrella, his left hand stretched out along the edge of the umbrella and then rain, the rain hit the umbrella surface and his palm crackled, the boots on his feet stepped in the rain that formed a small depression . The master and servant bounced back and forth like the two little sparrows back to Lin 47 Lane.

Suddenly, the black umbrella shook slightly, and Ning Que stood in the rain, more than ten meters away from the pavement, looking at the gray wall blackened by the rain, looking at the man sitting under the wall, looking at the man At the moment, the dark face was slightly bluish due to excessive blood loss, and the right hand holding the umbrella handle suddenly tightened.

Slammed the drums of war! His left foot slammed into the puddle on the bluestone slab, splashing a splash of water. All the strength in his body accumulated to the waist and abdomen, and he was ready to rush down the gray wall.

But at this moment, the **** black-faced man under the wall looked at him with a hard lip curl and smiled, then shook his head very firmly-he had a very miserable wound between his chest and abdomen, in black The blood was broken and the bones were cracked and dirty, even those legendary great practitioners who entered the state of no moment could not save him.

Ning Que saw this scene, understood his decisiveness, and then heard the dense footsteps and shouts from the alley, so he slowly and awkwardly retracted his left foot, holding the umbrella handle with his right hand for no reason. Shaking violently.

"The Military Department pursued the criminals! Idlers evade!"

Dozens of powerfully dressed Tang Yulin rushed into the streets under the rain, surrounded the drow under the corner with a solemn and vigilant expression. The general of the leader saw that Drow's injury was obviously relaxed Tone.

The spring rain was getting more and more anxious, and the gray wall was washed even darker, flowing down like a stream along the wall, and the blood that drew the drow to the wall was quickly washed away. .