At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the water and electricity in the Wu family's old house were restored.

Another day passed, and the two houses that had been destroyed by the fire were also restored.

Time passed minute by minute, and three days later, there was an additional cement road about two meters wide in front of Mr. Wu's house, which zigzagged through the muddy depression and led straight to the periphery of Xicheng District.

This was specially cultivated by the Qin family.

"Four years? You said Zhu Yuanzhang was a monk in the temple for four years?"

"You can't take medicine indiscriminately, and you can't talk nonsense. ”

"He worked for less than two months before he was swept away, and then he had to beg on the streets......"

"You're farting! It's been four years, I remember it clearly, why did it become two months?"

"I don't understand anything, and you make a lot of nonsense in front of me!"

"Don't make any noise, Zheng Shaoqiu, you come here to comment, how long has this Zhu Chongba been in the temple?"

"That's it, listening to Xiao Zheng, people have a lot of ink in their stomachs. ”

Before you know it, three days have passed, and it is the last day of the holiday.

is still Li Henian's Yuanbao Villa, and there is also a group of old men who have nothing to do and talk all day long.

The only thing that was slightly different from before was that at this time a young man was sitting next to him, his expression was grim, and he was quite standing out from the crowd.

Two days ago, Li Henian went to the acquisition station, and after taking a photo posted by his uncle, he patted his chest and promised to find a suitable buyer for Zheng Shaoqiu.

It just so happened that Xiao Qi, the guy from Yuanbao Villa, went back to his hometown, and Zheng Shaoqiu was caught by Li Henian on this last day, looking at the store here.

In fact, there is no need to be so troublesome, with Li Henian's worth, even if he closes the store for a full day, it is nothing, but this group of old men is really difficult, so they have to open the store every day, and whether they make money or not is secondary, mainly to provide a place for this group of idle guys to drink tea and fart.

Zheng Shaoqiu still has a lot of funds in his hand, and the previous imperial green jade bracelet has been processed, but he doesn't want to sell it, so he has to reluctantly sell his uncle's sticker.

If you want to do something big, you can't do it with a lot of money.

Zheng Shaoqiu has already learned this truth very profoundly.

At six o'clock today, Zheng Shaoqiu rode a cart to Yuanbao Villa, missing a large pot of boiling water, and waited for the old men to come to the door.

These old men's tastes are also tricky, and they are not used to drinking the tea in the store, so they have already prepared the tips of the hair when they come, but they also save Zheng Shaoqiu a lot of effort.

Basically, they are all familiar faces, and they are all extremely talkative, from antiques and miscellaneous, to poetry and literature, to astronomy and geography, they all talk happily, foaming stars like faucets.

Don't look at their age, but their ears and eyes are quite well-informed, and some gossip can't hide it from them.

"Have you heard of that incident, on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was a lot of chaos at the foot of the mountain. ”

"Shh......h

Several old men glanced at each other, all of them were secretive, and they changed the topic lightly, chatting and chatting, and then it was on Zheng Shaoqiu's head.

At this time, Zheng Shaoqiu was beside the bookshelf, consulting some information, and the books here were all collected by Li Henian at a great price, which was quite valuable.

After hearing the old man's question, he pursed his lips and said: "When Zhu Chong was eight years old, the plague was rampant, and the people were struggling to make a living......

"In desperation, Zhu Chongba had no choice but to devote himself to Huangjue Temple, made a small novice, and drummed every morning and dusk every day......"

This incident is clearly recorded in the "Tianhuang Jade". ”

"He was in the temple for four years, and when he came out, the world was in chaos......"

"He is also full of pride......"

"So, judging from all the evidence, the time he stayed in Huangjue Temple should be four years. ”

"Of course, if you have to say three years, that's fine. ”

When these words came out, several old men were convinced, and they all gave a thumbs up.

"Xiao Zheng, I once read a secret history, saying that this Zhu Yuanzhang once met a Taoist, and after being enlightened, he won the world in one fell swoop.

"I've also heard that that person seems to be Zhang Zhenren......"

"By the way, I also heard that whenever the Huaxia Mansion is about to collapse, there will be mysterious people who turn the tide, and they are more or less involved with the Daomen, is this statement true or false?"

Zheng Shaoqiu pursed his lips when he heard this, and said lightly: "There are indeed many people who think so, but ...... I beg to differ. ”

"For 5,000 years in China, the inheritance has never been broken, and it is a fixed number in the dark. ”

Hearing this, a bunch of stubborn old men were a little unhappy.

Zheng Shaoqiu smiled and didn't explain too much.

At this moment, a somewhat unkind voice came from the door.

"A fixed number in the dark?"

"It's nonsense!"

"The Buddha Gate of the Prosperous Times, the Dao Gate of the Troubled Times!"

"This is an eternal mantra!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment when they heard this, and subconsciously followed the prestige, only to see a fashionably dressed young man standing at the door with his shoulders crossed, a contemptuous smile raised at the corner of his mouth.

Zheng Shaoqiu didn't even look at him, and said lightly: "Which gate are you referring to?"

Hearing this, the young man was slightly stunned, obviously being tested.

To be honest, he hadn't really thought about it.

After a while, he snorted coldly: "It doesn't matter which Dao Gate, it's the Dao Gate anyway." ”

Zheng Shaoqiu's eyes were half lowered when he heard this, and he didn't say anything.

The young man raised his chin high, glanced around the store, and then said, "What about Uncle Henian?

He speaks a Chinese language, but he is very sloppy, which sounds very weird, and he is not a Chinese at first glance.

Zheng Shaoqiu glanced at him lightly, and said in a mansheng voice: "Look at the upper left corner, there is his contact information, call yourself." ”

The young man let out a 'hmm' when he heard the words, and then glanced at Zheng Shaoqiu contemptuously and snapped his fingers twice.

Then, five or six middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes rushed in, their eyes unkind.

The young man laughed twice: "The guys in this shop are a little crazy...... If I don't fight, I want you to fight!"

Zheng Shaoqiu didn't speak when he heard this.

At this moment, an elderly lady walked in and threatened to sell ancient coins.

The furrows on her face were very deep, layer after layer, full of traces of wind and frost.

"Little boss, I have a bit of Yuan Datou and old money here, I don't know if you can accept it?"

Zheng Shaoqiu stood up, stepped forward quickly, and helped the old man to sit on the chair.

"You sit down for a while, drink a cup of hot water, and catch your breath. ”