From a human point of view, most of the groundwater in Beijing is not directly drinkable, and as some people in later generations said, this one-third of an acre of land is not suitable for building an international super metropolis. Not to mention that the first city to be established here was the Yan people 3,000 years ago, that is, the main intention of the Ming Dynasty to move the capital was also in the aspect of guarding the national gate. Moreover, the greatest threat to the Central Plains Dynasty for thousands of years has always been the northern nomads, who would have thought that China would need a central hub-level port as its capital in the future? No ancient person would have thought that the population of Beijing would exceed 10 million in the future!

However, in any case, the city of Beijing will continue to exist as the first capital of the country in the future, and the problem of drinking water must be solved even if it is maddening. But who will solve it? Not yourself anyway. Jiang Tian, who was carrying a small bucket of water, laughed at himself and walked on the road, there was not much water in the bucket, he knew very well that the old and refined Zhao shopkeeper sent himself to buy water to divert the tiger from the mountain, and there were four large tanks of sweet water in the water tank in the store, which he carried back to the store in buckets these days, and with the current flow of customers, it may not need to be replenished for two days, the key is that everyone understands that the three young boys are not here to drink tea, and he is not willing to make extraneous branches until he can find a way to gain a foothold. Sometimes he also reflects on not writing simplified Chinese anymore, although this stupid Xiucai is not able to write and ink, it is not a problem to write a brush that can be eye-catching. But when I really picked up the pen, I naturally wrote down the simplified characters, and I couldn't change this problem.

Slowly and leisurely slipped back to the back door of his house, he secretly observed, and found that the three young masters who had nothing to do were no longer there, so he returned to the hall to greet the guests. It's almost time to hold the lamp, and there will be a lot of servants and other characters coming here to rest, and there will also be a storyteller rushing to comment on the story, otherwise it will be difficult to attract popularity. Speaking of this storyteller, he seems to be an old acquaintance of Boss Zhao, who took refuge in the capital and left the capital, and when he returned to Beijing half a year ago, he seemed to have come here to see if his old friend was alive, and Jiang Tian did not know what joys and sorrows these two old men had, only that this storyteller was also respected as Mr. Liu, and it is said that he was also a well-known figure in the Zhili area, and he was a representative of the northern school of storytelling. So after a while, it is not only those minions who are waiting for the master to "have fun", but also many fan-like star chasers.

As for which book he's talking about...... Jiang Tian almost didn't squirt out the water he drank in his mouth when he heard it for the first time, and at that time, he saw the thin old man throwing his sleeves and brushing his hair, and his little eyes narrowed slightly: "The last book said that there was a Grandma Liu in Jiafu......

This is really a thunder death, and after careful inquiry, I learned that this "Dream of Red Mansions" is written by today's saints! It is precisely with this writing that I don't know how many girls have touched the hearts of many girls, known as the "first stroke of Jinling" that tortures the talents of Jiangnan. Even today's mother of the country is a famous Qingqi person on the Qinhuai River, thinking that it was crying and shouting that she would rather stick upside down than follow the Son of Heaven who has not yet become noble. However, because of the sudden national disaster, he inherited the family business and went into battle to kill the enemy, so this book was only written eighty times and then there was no follow-up, as for the content behind...... Who dares to press him now?

After learning these news, Jiang Tian really scolded himself in his heart, this shameless thing copied the last of the four famous books, and the most hateful thing was that he only copied the original eighty times, and he didn't care about the forty times of the mink later. Do you have the heart to make up for it...... It must not be able to get rid of the reputation of sycophants, in case a few more shameless villains sue and say that they have changed the imperial book without permission, let alone glory and wealth at that time, I am afraid that my head will move immediately. What's even worse is that if he can copy "Dream of Red Mansions", he will definitely be able to copy other things. In case you can't make a casual nonsense and collide with this emperor, the fun is not ordinary. So Jiang Tian had to temporarily suppress the idea of copying books to make money, and continued to be his own shopkeeper honestly.

There is a signboard to support the façade is different, after dinner, the attendance rate in the store has increased significantly, don't look at the new book, but also the story of the wind and snow and the moon has a beginning and no end, but look at the old artist's style is so free and natural, they all say to listen to the book and listen to the button, but if this story can be recited backwards, why do some people still love to listen to it? That's because the storyteller's performance has its own flavor, and the narrative and depiction of the story are also different, and sometimes the speaker's own experience is mixed in, which makes some old book fans indulge in it, and some new book fans feel different.

Jiang Tian shuttled through the crowd, and at this time, the shop pù was naturally divided into two camps, on the one hand, there was a private seat near the front row, and three or five well-dressed people gathered around the table, drinking tea and eating some dried fruits and listening to books with relish. On the other side is a group of working people in short cloth clothes, who gather into a pile of people who have benches, and those who don't sit or squat, staring intently at the old man behind the bookcase. On average, it takes an average of three or four people to order the most ordinary cup of tea, and just like that, they need to keep adding water.

Shopkeeper Zhao treats any guests equally, and does not drive these people out because of their stinginess, Jiang Tian will not look down on each other, except for the body odor emitted by some unhygienic people, Jiang Tian has always maintained a professional smile. Although he won a lot of favor, it was a pity that he did not take a tip. Sometimes there are some local wealth that rewards some copper coins in order to show off their wealth, and these are also collected by Jiang Tian into the cabinet as profits. Shopkeeper Zhao once reminded him that the reward was given to the buddy and could not be counted as the income of the store, but Jiang Tian said: "You raise me an extra idler, and the cost is not small, I am afraid that this money is not enough to buy food for me." ”

He didn't know that this career as a shopkeeper had become a topic of conversation for some people to show off all their lives, and these people would say whenever they bragged to others: "I think Mrs. Jiang made me tea back then!" ”

Jiang Tian is not unwealthy, but he also understands that if he continues to save at this rate, even if he gets the full support of Zhao's shopkeeper, it is a fantasy to save enough money to ransom people. It is said that with his own life experience, he would not believe in the meeting of Pingshui, but whenever he thinks of the steamed buns handed by the thin and shy figure, he feels that there is such a pure and kind girl in that smoky place, which is like a small lotus in the silt pond. Jiang Tian knew that he didn't have any lust restlessness, but instinctively wanted to protect the emotion in his heart, and take care of this kindness as a brother or a close friend.

"Looks like I'm going to buy water again!" Two days later, Boss Zhao pulled the abacus and whispered, which has become the biggest expense after buying tea.

Jiang Tian thought about the distance that was not close, and also thought about how to save money and effort, like them, a big water user, every time he replenished sweet water, it was enough for Jiang Tian to toss all day, this is not counted, whenever the people on the street saw him, the former showman, carrying two small buckets to swagger through the market, they always kept making all kinds of comments behind their backs.

"If only his own well could drink......" At this time, Jiang Tian is particularly nostalgic for the water factory in later generations, don't look at the time he also scolded the poor quality of tap water, but at least it is not a problem to drink it after boiling, and there is a state subsidy for residential water, and the price of industrial and commercial water is very different. From this, he thought of the water supply problem in Beijing in the future, at the moment there is not even a shadow of the Miyun Reservoir, the south-to-north water diversion is even more foolish, there are a few rivers outside the city, but the level of transportation and storage in this era determines that far water can not quench the thirst of the near, thinking about it, he found that in addition to carrying the bucket out immediately, there is no way to fill the water tank at the moment. After tossing for a long time, he finally barely picked a jar of water, and the shopkeeper Zhao also knew that this weak scholar would not be able to become a strong laborer in a short period of time, so he beckoned him to go back to the back house to rest. After Jiang Tian returned to the backyard, he couldn't wait to take off his shirt, and then brought a small bucket of water from his own well and poured it from head to toe. Anyway, there are only the two of them in this small courtyard, and there is no need to worry about someone seeing Xiucai's rough side. Even in the hot summer, the cold well water made him shiver, and when he sniffed it carefully, an indescribable smell permeated his surroundings, which was the smell of bitter well water mixed with sweat, and he didn't know if the ingredients in the water were harmful to the skin, even if there were, who would care about whether a man's skin was firm and delicate in this era? Not to mention, there are such people!

Even if he has crossed over, Jiang Tian feels ridiculous about his nonsensical question, in this era, that kind of profession is called Xianggong, and those who are not vassals and elegant people can't afford it. But looking at the reflection in the water, his ordinary man's face definitely does not meet the standard, and the ink in his belly is not enough for the literati to sympathize with him, unless the other party appreciates the application of things. After laughing at himself for a while, he reached out to wring out the water on his trouser legs, and drips seeped out of the coarse cloth, Jiang Tian looked at this commonplace scene in a daze, and then slapped his thigh as if he suddenly understood: "It's a modern person!" In the next few days, Jiang Tian worked while tinkering with the jars and jars, although the shopkeeper Zhao didn't know what he was doing, but anyway, it didn't affect anyone and didn't care about him, except for seeing this kid pick out the red-hot firewood from the stove and splash water into charcoal, he felt a little distressed in his heart Firewood money, and he absolutely didn't interfere at other times, or he was also looking forward to this unusual reader to bring him some surprises.