What to do next? Jiang Tian hasn't considered this question for the time being, and after two bowls of gruel, he feels that he seems to have hope of living again, although the taste is a little bitter, but at least he can mix half full. The business of this teahouse is not very good, firstly, the city of Beijing has not been restored to its former prosperity, and secondly, people who will visit the surrounding hutongs will not pay attention to this small shop, and every day they count and remove some regular customers who are close to the boss, only the family ding, small servants and other characters come here to rest. Fortunately, this old man surnamed Zhao didn't care, as long as he earned enough money to make ends meet. Jiang Tian also took off his shirt and changed into a short shirt, with a white scarf on his arm and a copper kettle in his hand, which looked no different from other shopkeepers from a distance. Only when you walk in and take a look will you find that this person's face does not have the humble flattery of ordinary people, he looks up with his head and his eyes are peaceful, except for the accent is a little strange, no customer can find anything wrong with him, but he looks so awkward.

Jiang Tian was determined to do his job well, but his style made the guests point fingers, and it didn't take long for him to become the object of many people's discussions, and even became a scene in the teahouse. You must know that a few years ago, these Confucian scholars were still above the top and disdained these physical work, even if they were poor, they still had to maintain the "backbone" of the literati. Why didn't it take long for this new dynasty to be founded, and someone broke the jar? In fact, if you let a modern person judge it, there is absolutely no arrogant element in Jiang Tian's behavior, this is completely the most basic criterion in modern society, as the so-called you consume my services but are equal in personality. But this is three hundred years ago, and for people in this era, his behavior is completely a reflection of the reader's inability to put it down.

"Guest officers, what do you want?" Seeing the three young men dressed as sons sitting down, Jiang Tian walked to the table without smiling and took out a lacquered wooden board.

The people sitting on the chair looked up and down, exchanged glances with each other, Jiang Tian saw their expressions but was indifferent to it, there are more guests who have come here to see the excitement in the past few days, some of them scolded him for sweeping the floor, and some of them deliberately came here to enjoy the service of the readers, and there are even more people who are idle just to watch the excitement, as long as these people don't make a big mess, Jiang Tian and the shopkeeper Zhao Old Man have always been the ones who come to the door and do not refuse, to put it bluntly, who has a grudge against the guests who come to the door.

After a few people muttered for a while, the person at the head pouted and said disdainfully: "I'm afraid that your little shop doesn't have anything to come up with, but it's a pity that this lot will have a second-floor private room......"

Before he finished speaking, he was elbowed twice by the companion next to him, he is really straightforward, not to mention that Boss Zhao can't afford to build a two-story building, even if there is really a second floor, I'm afraid that the guests who come here don't want to taste tea. Diagonally opposite, not far away is the recent famous Beijing teacher of the Red Mansion, where a popular Qing man is living on the street, it is said that this beauty is rare to see, how many wealthy sons spend high prices are difficult to find. What is he so anxious to climb high and look far away? After all, it is to open a store in Willow Lane, Flower Street, Jiang Tian has long been accustomed to seeing the faces of these perverts these days, and he really admires the mood of the ancients.

In order to cover up the ugliness of his companion, another scribe with a white face who looked like a rich boy said, "Do you have a good dragon well in this shop?" ”

Jiang Tian maintained an equal mentality and was not frightened by the luxurious clothes of these people: "Longjing is there, but it is not before the Ming Dynasty, but it can be guaranteed to be the new tea of the year." ”

This sentence aroused the interest of the person who prevented his companion from embarrassing: "Your shop is also refreshing, isn't it good to just say that good tea sells us at a high price?" ”

The corners of Jiang Tian's mouth turned up slightly: "Open the door to do business and pay attention to a sincere word, if I deceive you once, you will not patronize it next time, if there are more deceived people, no one will come to the door, then who else will I rely on to make ends meet?" ”

"Good! I just like it. The perverted brother slapped the table with a big grin: "You can give us a pot of Longjing and two plates of melon seeds." ”

The eyes of the three guests were focused on Jiang Tian at this time, he unhurriedly raised a palm-sized painted wooden card, and then took out a quill from the pencil case he carried, dipped it in the ink in the bamboo tube and wrote on the sign: Table No. 3, Xincha Longjing × 1, melon seeds × 2

"Slow!" He was just about to turn around and leave, but the white-faced scholar stopped him: "Can you let me wait and see?" ”

Jiang Tian knew in his heart that they were curious, but there was nothing unseemly, so he handed over the sign with one hand. The couple got together and watched for a long time, and then muttered for a while, and then handed back the sign with a puzzled face. Jiang Tian didn't care about them, and went straight to prepare things.

Seeing that there was no one around, the pervert asked in a low voice, "Brother Tian, what do you think?" ”

The white-faced scholar nodded: "It's indeed a military word!" His accent is also close, especially the two Hu numbers, which are by no means learned by ordinary Confucian scholars. But where did he come from...... What does Brother Song Xian think? ”

The third person also frowned at this time: "I can use a quill pen, and I can write simplified military characters, and my accent seems to be inseparable from the forbidden army, if there is such a character in Beijing, how can I end up here?" But he doesn't know you, I don't want to come to the queen of the famous family. It's strange that the ordinary little two are angry and dantian sing a long song, but he wrote it and didn't report it to Junzhi! ”

These people thought about it for a long time, but they didn't know that it was all a mistake. No matter what era Jiang Tian has never done the work of the shopkeeper, let alone the loud report to Junzhi, in case he accidentally remembers the bill wrongly, the guest has no way to repay the bill, so he thought of such an idea, found a few thin wooden boards and painted them as a running account, and washed and dried them with water when they ran out. It's not that he doesn't want to use paper, but the ink he has used these years is easy to penetrate the paper, and it is not easy to use it repeatedly. Second, writing paper is also a high-end product, and it can't afford to use it without an economic foundation. I didn't expect this to become a gimmick to attract customers, after all, the shopkeeper who is literate and hyphenation is not often seen.

Because the store is relatively deserted, Zhao Shopkeeper has been in the middle of sleeping, don't look at the temperature at this moment in the Xiaoice River period near midsummer, but if you think that the boss is napping, it is wrong, any changes in the store are in the hands of the old man, and now he also found that these guests do not seem to be ordinary to hunt, so he beckoned to Jiang Tian: "I will take care of the guests, you go buy two buckets of water!" ”

Jiang Tian didn't talk nonsense, and said simply: "Got it." ”

There used to be a well behind the shop, but it was all bitter water, and it was enough to do laundry and bathing, so you can't use this water to make tea as a teahouse, so buying water regularly is a must. When he first came, Jiang Tian didn't know this, and thought that this natural and pollution-free well water was a rare treasure, and he regretted it to death after drinking it in a big sip. Only then did I understand that Beijing has always been short of water, especially the lack of sweet water that can be drunk directly, and selling water has become an industry. Many people think that the emperors of the Ming and Qing dynasties mobilized the people to transport water from Yuquan Mountain to be completely exploitative, but in fact, the emperor is also a human being, and he is unwilling to let him drink bitter water every day. This problem was not basically solved until the appearance of modern waterworks. said that he was buying two buckets of water, Jiang Tian didn't have the ability to pick up the burden and carry water, this figure was a bit empty, and a bucket of water was a little enough to choke, but this didn't stump him, it didn't work to buy two buckets at a time, so buy it a few more times. The right to walk more is exercise, and there are not many customers waiting for water in the store anyway.

Jiang Tian walked and saw the boss walking over with a smile on the tea tray, this servant was a little disappointed, and he wanted to see if there were any flaws to catch, but he didn't think that this old man would be like a ghost and directly split the owner. The scholar surnamed Tian was not discouraged: "Uncle, you guy is very unusual!" ”

Shopkeeper Zhao still replied to him with a smile on his face: "What's unusual, it's just a broken scholar begging for a bowl of cold rice, and he still expects a few sons to be a lot of people if he doesn't greet him well." Xiao Lao'er won't bother a few Yaxing. ”

"Yes, a broken scholar will be sent away!" The pervert muttered bluntly.

"Brother Liu Xian is cautious!" The surnamed Song reminded as usual: "We were looking for trouble, but we are still weird?" ”

"I'm telling the truth, after our saint ascended the throne, he was selected and appointed, and he knew a little bit of Taixi's knowledge that he was not worth much, why would this one succumb to this tea shop?"

Tian Gongzi picked up the bowl and skimmed the tea powder skillfully, then brought it to his nose and sniffed it: "Sure enough, it's new tea, it's rare." ”

His remark immediately aroused the interest of the other two, even if they drink tea with similar identities and statuses, they can also see different family backgrounds, and the scholar surnamed Song also picked up the tea cup to look at its color and smell its fragrance, and then tasted it and experienced the taste. As for the pervert surnamed Liu, he blew heavily, and after the tea cooled down a little, he drank it. It can be seen that although the leading son surnamed Liu has a high status, his family education is not very strict, and it is very likely that he is the young master of a general's family who has made meritorious contributions to the dragon, and the other two are obviously different from him, even if the elders in the family are also powerful people in the dynasty, at least they are much higher in cultivation.

Boss Zhao's pair of discerning eyes are reading countless people, and he has seen all kinds of guests between these sizes, of course he can guess that the identities of these three are not ordinary, and he also feels that Jiang Tian should have a big secret hidden in him, he was willing to take Jiang Tian in from the beginning just to watch a rare drama, this kind of drama can only be seen at the time of the change of dynasty, how can a young man who seems to be very sincere keep his promise to save a dust girl from the sea of suffering? It is also a way to murder his old bones and take away the store property, but he believes that this young man can't do this kind of thing, and even if he does, what if he does, he lives at such an age in this troubled world, and is used to seeing scenes of blood and blood, if he is greedy for life and afraid of death, he will not live today. He is willing to gamble, anyway, he has no children and no daughters, and he has no worries, and the bet is on the rest of his life and the cold shop. If you win, you can see the hope of this world in this era of bloody hatred, even if you take your life for it, why not.

No one can know the old man's true thoughts, and even if he does, he won't have any evaluation of it, maybe there are more people who watch the excitement, there are always some talented and beautiful people in storytelling and opera, and there are a few people who can meet them in real life. It's hard to say whether Jiang Tian is a genius or not, the maid who leans on the Red Mansion is definitely not a beauty, otherwise she wouldn't just be a subordinate who pours tea and water, even if the characters in this story are a little shrunk, but at least they can become a talking point after dinner. Besides, although the Red Mansion has not been open for a long time, its predecessor is also the Ming Dynasty's Jiaosifang, I only heard that some people went in and didn't hear that they could come out after being sentenced to a cheap status, who doesn't want to see how this poor show fights against fate.