The layout of the hotels in Luzhen is different from other places: they are all large counters in the shape of a curved ruler on the street, and hot water is prepared in the cabinet, which can warm wine at any time. If you are willing to spend an extra penny, you can buy a plate of salt-boiled bamboo shoots, or fennel beans, and make wine, and if you get more than a dozen yuan, then you can buy a meat dish, but these customers, most of them are short-clothed gangs, and most of them are short-clothed gangs, and most of them are not so generous.www.biquge.info Only those who wore long shirts walked into the house next door to the storefront, asked for wine and food, and sat down and drank slowly.

Since I was twelve years old, I have been working as a partner in the Xianheng Hotel at the entrance of the town, and the shopkeeper said that I was too stupid to wait for the patrons of the cheongsam, so I should do something outside. The short-clothed customers outside, although they are easy to talk, but there are also a lot of nagging and entanglement. They often have to watch the rice wine scooped out of the jar with their own eyes, see if there is water at the bottom of the pot, and see with their own eyes that the pot is put in hot water, and then rest assured: under this serious supervision, it is also very difficult to get water. So a few days later, the shopkeeper said that I couldn't do this. Fortunately, the recommendation was so popular that he couldn't be dismissed, so he changed to a boring position in charge of warm wine.

I've been standing at the counter all day long, in charge of my job. Although there is no dereliction of duty, I always feel a little monotonous and a little boring. The shopkeeper has a fierce face, and the patron has no good voice, and he can't teach people to be lively; only when Kong Yiji arrives at the store, can he laugh a few times, so he still remembers.

Kong Yiji was the only person who stood and drank while wearing a long shirt. He was of great stature, with a pale complexion, often scarred between wrinkles, and a disheveled gray beard. Although it was a long shirt, it was dirty and torn, and it seemed that it had not been mended or washed for more than ten years. When he speaks to people, he is always full of words, and he teaches people what they don't understand. Because his surname is Kong, others took a nickname for him from the half-understood words of "Shangda Kong Yiji" on the red paper, called Kong Yiji. As soon as Kong Yiji arrived at the store, all the drinkers looked at him and laughed, and some shouted, "Kong Yiji, you have a new scar on your face!" He did not answer, but said to the cabinet, "Wen two bowls of wine, and a plate of fennel beans." "Then he discharged a lot of money. They deliberately shouted again, "You must have stolen other people's things again!" Kong Yiji opened his eyes wide and said, "Why do you slander people's innocence out of thin air...... "What innocence? I saw you stealing the He family's books with my own eyes the day before yesterday, and you hung and beat them." Kong Yiji's face turned red, the green tendons on his forehead bloomed, and he argued, "Stealing books can't be considered stealing...... Stealing books...... Can the things of the scholars be regarded as stealing?", one after another, difficult words, such as "a gentleman is poor", what "a man cares", etc., caused everyone to laugh: the inside and outside of the store were filled with a happy air.

I heard people talk about it behind their backs, and Kong Yiji used to study, but in the end he didn't go to school and couldn't make a living, so he got poorer and poorer, and he was about to beg for food. Fortunately, he wrote a good handwriting, so he exchanged money and books for others and exchanged them for a bowl of rice to eat. It's a pity that he has another bad temper, that is, he is lazy to eat. Within a few days, even people, books, paper, pens and inkstones disappeared. After a few times, there was no one to call him a banknote. Kong Yiji has no law, so he will inevitably do some stealing by accident. But in our shop, his character is better than everyone else's, that is, he never defaults, although there is no cash occasionally, and it is temporarily recorded on the chalkboard, but within a month, he will definitely pay it off, and the name of Kong Yiji is wiped off the chalkboard.

Kong Yiji drank half a bowl of wine, his flushed face gradually recovered, and the others asked again, "Kong Yiji, do you really know how to read?" Kong Yiji looked at the person who asked him, showing a disdainful look. They then said, "Why can't you even get half of your talents?" Kong Yiji immediately showed a depressed and uneasy appearance, his face was covered with a layer of gray, and he said something in his mouth; At this time, everyone also burst into laughter: the inside and outside of the store were filled with a cheerful air.

In these times, I can echo the laughter, and the shopkeeper will never blame. And when the shopkeeper saw Kong Yiji, he asked him like this every time, which made people laugh. Kong Yiji himself knew that he couldn't talk to them, so he had to talk to the child. At one point, he said to me, "Have you ever read?" and I nodded slightly. He said, "I've read books,...... I'll test you. How is the fennel character of fennel beans written?"I thought, is a person who begs for food worthy of me?" Kong Yiji waited for a long time, and said very earnestly, "I can't write it?...... I'll teach you, remember! These words should be remembered. In the future, when you are the shopkeeper, you will need to use it for accounting. I secretly thought that I was still far from the level of the shopkeeper, and our shopkeeper never put fennel beans on the account, and he was amused and impatient, and lazily replied to him, "Who wants you to teach, isn't it a back and forth word under the grass?" Kong Yiji looked extremely happy, knocked the long nails of his two fingers on the counter, nodded and said, "Yes, yes...... There are four ways to write a huizi, you know?" I became more impatient, and walked away. Kong Yiji had just dipped his fingernails in wine and wanted to write on the counter, but when he saw that I was not enthusiastic, he sighed again, showing great regret.

A few times, the neighbor children heard the laughter, and they also rushed to the scene and surrounded Kong Yiji. He gave him a *neodymium hook*, one for each person. After eating the beans, the child still did not disperse, and his eyes were looking at the plate. Kong Yiji panicked, stretched out his five fingers to cover the plate, bent down and said, "It's not much, I'm not much." He straightened up and looked at the beans again, shook his head and said, "Not much, not much, not much, not much." So the group of children scattered in laughter.

Kong Yiji is like this to make people happy, but without him, others will live like this.

One day, about two or three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the shopkeeper was slowly checking out, taking off the powder board, and suddenly said, "Kong Yiji hasn't been here for a long time." I still owe nineteen dollars!" I also felt that he had not been here for a long time. One of the drinkers said, "How could he come?...... He broke his leg. The shopkeeper said, "Oh!" and "he still steals." This time, he was in a faint and stole to Ding Juren's house. Did he steal his family's things?" "What happened later?" "How was it?" First he wrote a defense, then he beat him up for most of the night, and then he broke his leg. "And then?" "Then I discounted my leg." "What about the discount?" "How?...... Who knows? The shopkeeper didn't ask anymore, and still slowly settled his account.