The sky street is like fog, and the clouds are flattened.

The thick clouds unique to the southern part of the Celestial Empire swept through the city of Hangzhou with a rolling heat wave that low-level monks were hot and scolded their mothers.

All the people in the Jiangnan palace were in a hurry to take ice for the masters to relieve the heat, but even if their legs were about to break, the king on the throne was still sweating like rain.

The big yellow dog on the side of the road stuck out its tongue and lay dead on the ground, breathing by the cool air on the ground.

The yellow dog can still put down his body and lie on the floor, but can he let go of the Xiucai Qin Beast?

He has nothing but fame, and all that is left is a yellowed family heirloom book in his pocket.

What exactly is written in this book, Qin Beast doesn't know. Because this book is like him, but he is really poor and white!

It's a big book, but there's not a word in it.

There are only some crooked and twisted, irregular curves like snake and rat footprints.

The cover of this book has long been cut by the ruthless castration of the years, and there is no handwriting to speak of.

If it weren't for the fact that this book had been carried in the crotch cloth by Qin Beast since he was a child, he would have thrown it away as a tattered one long ago.

Gently touching the yellowed page, he immediately spat on the ground with thick phlegm:

"Damn, I'm still a showman, and I'll have a chance to be admitted to the lifting of people in a few years, but I'm fucking hot now, but I'm fucking hot now, my master!

In the past, you could go to the West Lake to have a cool time, but now it's good, just because that bullshit prefect lady wants to drive to listen to the piano, and the lake won't let people go!

Along the way, they cursed, and because of the loud voice, the pedestrians on the street turned back.

Seeing that it was Qin Beast, the knowledgeable ones shook their heads helplessly and amusedly.

A vendor selling rock sugar gourds pointed at Qin Beast and sneered at the old man selling tea next to him:

"This guy, that's really known all over the city! The sage books are not easy to read, and the indecent obscene words and poems and songs have a hand."

When the seller who bought the candy and sold the cake next to him heard this, he pandered: "Isn't it? If you don't read the sage books and get admitted to the exam, where will you get your real fame?"

After hearing this, the tea customer next to the vendor slapped the table with a smile

"Lift people...... Haha, it's still famous? I'm sorry! Such a wretched waster, the big family won't look at the duck! But this poem is ......."

The candy seller suddenly smacked his lips, and his expression became a little yearning:

"Now in this world, only immortals will listen to those tunes, immortals are gathered in the northern dragon veins, our small Jiangnan, we have not seen any immortals for hundreds of years!"

The son who was playing candy next to him saw that his father had spoken, so he threw the windmill and clapped his palms and shouted:

"Look, look! The show in the Qinglou arranges the prefect!"

Another burst of laughter.

Qin Beast glanced back, but didn't pay much attention to it.

begging since childhood, self-taught to recognize words when I am older,

At the age of thirteen, he wrote his first poem, and at the age of fifteen, he was able to write a chapter, and now he is sixteen years old.

However, if a scholar does not read the books of sages, his studies will be limited to this.

That's it, life is not going well, buy drunk!

There are more and more ridicules next to him, if he stays any longer, if he happens to meet the idle young master who has nothing to do, I am afraid that he will not suffer more considerate "care".

Quickening his pace, he turned into an alley and walked briskly to a tavern facing the street.

When he arrived at the door of the tavern, he seemed to be a different person, and the low-key introverted outside disappeared in an instant.

It is often said that animal habits often change due to changes in the environment.

Monkeys will learn to applaud from whipping, and goats will degenerate their strangely shaped hooves from coming to the plains.

The same is true of people.

If it was in an unfamiliar place, he would be cautious.

But if he was at home, he would yell at his wife and children, and even fight.

Qin Beast didn't have any family, and the place where he saw the most people was the tavern.

I saw him kick open the door, hulala lined up more than 30 big money with the pattern of "Heavenly Dynasty Tongbao" on the counter, and shouted towards the back kitchen:

"Xiao Er, warm a jar of new wine for Xiao Ye!"

Many people in the tavern heard such movements, and they all cast disdainful glances like passers-by outside:

"Phew, what a bad luck! Why is this sour talent again?"

"I can't take out the money for eating old wine, and I'm a big man with a copper and a fart!"

The guy in the store didn't show up as he expected, maybe the store was too noisy to hear, right?

Qin Beast frowned, and he had to shout again at the top of his throat: "Little Er!"

Still no one answered.

"Hey, why hasn't my food come yet......?"

The tavern was still in a mess, with the little guys shuttling between them, with dishes in their hands.

But with so many small servants, even feeding the elephants for a feast should be enough.

Didn't the shopkeeper have time to pay attention to him? No, the old farmer at the door bought a plate of peanuts and beans, and someone came up to ask about it.

Is this ignorance? He raised his foot and kicked at the counter: "What about people? What about people? Fucking little two......

There was a loud "bang", and the counter was kicked over.

The noisy tavern suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked back at him, but Xiao Er didn't kick it, but it was a storyteller who ran out.

This man took out a mouthful of yellow teeth inlaid with gold, first clenched his fist at the guests in the tavern, and then pretended to exaggerate and made a gesture to the Qin beast:

"Yo, it's Qin Xiucai here today, our little tavern is not worthy of your big Buddha, it's better to go to Chunyi Building!"

This is obviously driving people away.

When the guest next to him heard this, he also echoed:

"yes, hey, more than 30 wen, a lot of money!"

Seeing such a scene, the storyteller nodded with satisfaction, and glanced at the copper coins on the counter with disdain:

"Qin Xiucai, which girl from the Qinglou did you get the reward from? It's hot, are you sure you want to warm the wine? This heat is unbearable, don't burn your henchmen!"

"Hahahaha!" the crowd burst into laughter.

Don't laugh Qin Beast doesn't know yet, no wonder no one, Xiao Er, who was supposed to be on duty at the counter in the store, turned out to be hiding in the back kitchen.

At this moment, he was hugging his chest and laughing, even if he knew that he was discovered by the Qin Beast, he didn't mean to take the wine at all.

Qin Beast was on the fire at this time, and when he heard the laughter, he immediately pulled out his legs and rushed into the back kitchen.

Raising his hand to shine on Xiao Er's face was a punch, and the latter fell to the ground in response, and two lines of nosebleeds slowly flowed out of his nostrils.

Qin Beast ignored it, pointed at his nose and scolded:

"Are you in business or not? Grandma, even if the people on the street slander grandpa, you will also throw grandpa's face!

What kind of boss brings out what kind of things, you are such a brute, and your boss is afraid that he is not a person!

Also look!

Grandma really thinks she's the prefect of Hangzhou, right?"

Xiao Er was beaten himself, that was nothing to him, but he saw that the boss was scolded

If he is stunned again, in case the boss hears it, if the boss gets angry, then his job will be gone.

"What the fuck you!"

Xiao Er supported the ground with both hands, got up and was about to have a seizure, but when he turned around, his shoulders were held down.

When he looked back, it was the gentleman who was in charge of the accounts who came, shook his head at him gently, and whispered in his ear:

"The boss said, get him a jar first! It's right for us to look down on him, but don't spoil the interest of the other distinguished guests. ”

"Ah...... But he scolded ......"

"Scold your dog, go!"

Hearing this, Xiao Er had no choice but to wave his hand helplessly:

"That's it, I'll get you a jar today, the new sake lees haven't faded, and the brown rice feels like it's in your nose, it's not comfortable!"

With that, he rolled his eyes and turned around and entered the cellar, picking up a wine jar that looked the dirtiest quite vigorously, bypassing the Qin Beast, and placing it on the floor at the door with a big grin.

"Come on, please use it slowly, don't choke you!"

Qin Beast lifted the jar of new wine with one hand and walked out of the door without looking back.

I'm here to get drunk, and I can't make trouble for myself.

slapped the mud seal on the wine jar, hugged the wine jar, and sang the slang tune unique to Hangzhou in his mouth, all the way to the west.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and Qin Beast couldn't stop pouring wine, but after a while, he felt unbearable heat again, and his mood became more and more depressed.

Half of the wine in the jar was missing, and my brain was a little drowsy!

Seeing that there was a Bodhi tree not far in front of the road, he had the idea of resting.

"Hiccup...... Herb pickers, take the ...... Resentment Liu Lang got off the rooftop, where is the spring breeze and then the people? The peach blossoms are not blooming again, and the poor Xiucai with a thin life, who told you to go back?"

After sitting down, this poetry was gradually stimulated by the strength of the wine, but before I knew it, I forgot about the heat and began to sing again.

The tune was bleak, the sky seemed to feel something, and a cool breeze fell.

Wait, why does this breeze smell of roast chicken?

"Good song, I haven't been down the mountain for a long time, but it's the first time I've heard a southern tune, I don't know, can I meet this lyricist?"

The Qin beast leaned against the trunk of the tree, but a voice came from behind him.

Looking back, it was a tattered old man with Erlang's legs crossed, holding a whole oily roast chicken in his arms, facing him silly, and pouting a mouthful of yellow teeth from time to time.

"It turned out to be an old madman. ”

Qin Beast shook his head, he thought he had met some master, but now that he saw it, he was just a charlatan.

"What's the use of being good? I lived for 16 years, and I thought that I would be able to be a master after high school, but I didn't expect it, it's still a joke! Hahaha...... Joke!"

Qin Beast laughed at himself, the sage book, he didn't have the money to buy it at all.

"Tut-tut, little friends don't want to be depressed! High school fame? So many people don't even know a single big character, don't they still live happily?

The old way is that there are chickens here, and you have wine here, why don't we drink a few glasses to relieve our sorrows?"

Obviously, Qin Beast smelled the aroma of roast chicken, and his stomach screamed angrily, is he qualified to look down on Lao Dao?

The answer is obviously...... No!

Charlatans, at least they can rely on their incorruptible tongue to exchange for money, and they have a happy mood.

can read people, especially those who have not been lifted in the flower building. Not only do you have no money, but no one will be rare, and you will even scoff at it.

In exchange, the benefits are just a useless name, and more of a stink.

Sighing lightly, Qin Beast suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for this old way.

"Well, today we are bed bugs and cockroaches, wine and confidants, a thousand cups less!

Lao Dao's mouthful of yellow teeth became even more explicit: "Hahaha, there is a bowl in the poor road, if you drink wine today, you have to wash and wash the heat!"

"Dao Chief, don't gossip, it's full!"

Qin Beast held the wine jar in his hand and poured a full bowl for the old man.

The new wine is a bit slag and the taste is not mellow, but the two of them drink it very happily.

Eating a bite of fatty roast chicken is really a human enjoyment.

After just a few bowls of effort, the old man's face also turned as red as a shrimp.

"Lord's road number, Liu Wudao!"

This dirty Taoist priest pointed to the sky, his figure slowly faded, but his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"It's hot, Xiaoyou should go to the city for a walk!"

He said slowly, his voice was extremely magnetic, as if it was the comfort of his father and the politeness of his brother, which made people unable to have any defense.

"Good ......"

Qin Beast's eyes were blank and empty, he felt extremely relaxed now, and this voice made him feel extremely comfortable, so much so that he just wanted to do as he was told.

Even though he didn't have any strength in his body, he still staggered to his feet.

"Go ahead!"

As the figure of the Qin beast gradually moved away, the corners of Liu Wudao's mouth hooked up a trace of arc.

"A joke, a good show, it's open!"