"I am literate ......"

"I can do the work of two guys by myself, and take one guy's money......"

After quickly saying these two sentences, Li Ping quietly looked at the eyes of the shopkeeper who was about to go upstairs and turn around and stop, and his heart was worried. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This apprehension stems from the desire for a seat in the two-story restaurant and the description of literacy as a skill, coupled with the stress of being dizzy from hunger.

"I am indeed literate, but I can't recognize all the traditional characters that you can write with a brush." Li added in his heart. Thinking about this, Li Ping seemed to have found the feeling of speaking his English well to others back then.

"You, what's your name?" The shopkeeper looked like he was in his forties, with a rich silk gown, and a kind face, he did not hide his surprise at all, and looked Li Ping up and down and asked.

"Li Ping." Li Ping knew that he was several sizes bigger in his wobbly jeans and T-shirt, and he really didn't look like a buddy.

"Why?" The shopkeeper turned his body completely and continued to ask.

"My father's ......, my father's surname, my father's surname is Li" I wanted to answer humorously, but I was suddenly reminded of the title of my father, which made it indecent. Tightening his hands, Li Ping suddenly became embarrassed.

"Don't you look like a fellow?"

"No one should be like a buddy." Li Ping paused and then said, "I haven't worked as a man, but if I can't find a job, I won't have anything to eat." ”

"Why did you come to Baiyun Tower?"

"Because, only Bai Yunlou was willing to give me food just now. I don't want a bowl of rice, but a bowl of rice. ”

After chatting for a few words, Li Ping's slightly ruffian personality diluted a little apprehension and embarrassment, and continued: "For a job, I will work hard." I believe that I will do well. ”

"I want a job...... shopkeeper saw that Li Ping's words were interesting, a smile appeared on the corner of his slightly chubby mouth, glanced at Li Ping, and turned to go upstairs. You take a guy's money and do a guy's job. ”

The slightly hot wind blew down the open door into the restaurant, and on this sunny and sleepy spring afternoon, the second day after coming to this world, Li Ping, with an empty stomach, found his first job.

And this restaurant, called Baiyunlou, also recruited a guy named Li Ping from another world.

Baiyun Tower is actually far away from Baiyun, with only two floors.

Baiyun Building, with three chefs and five men, is the earliest restaurant in this small town called Lujin. No one knows how many years it has been, and now the uncle of the shopkeeper Yuan handed over the restaurant to him many, many years ago, and went to the countryside to retire, and the restaurant has been managed by the shopkeeper Yuan until now.

Shopkeeper Yuan usually lives alone in another small wooden building under the weeping willows by the Han River next to Baiyun Tower, and all the things are handed over to Mr. Wang, the account office. I have to say that Li Ping met the shopkeeper Yuan in the restaurant that day, which can be regarded as a great luck.

A few years ago, the Great Qin poet immortal Li Bai sailed through the law and Tianjin, drunk in the Baiyun Tower on a rainy night, lifted the pen three times, it was difficult to make a good sentence, and the three words of the Baiyun Building were rewritten with a pen. Then, the shopkeeper will Li Bai's handwritten Baiyun Lou three words, engraved on the flat, the original flat replaced, this "Baiyun Building" has also become a true work of poetry. It is difficult for the poet to write poetry, and since then the night rain of Baiyunlou has become a scene of Jing Chu, and the literati and ink writers and valve families in the past are always drunk here. Then the Baiyun Tower became famous. The shopkeeper does not expand, and has always been in this two-story small building, and if the merchants have nowhere to eat, they will find other restaurants in the town. As a result, the number of restaurants in Lijin Town gradually increased, and the whole town also prospered.

Looking at himself and his immature face in the bronze mirror, Li Ping looked helpless. It turns out that there is such a thing as crossing over, but how can I travel into the appearance of thirteen or fourteen years old. It's okay to travel through space and come to this so-called Great Qin. But it's not right to travel through time and let yourself become the age you are now, if you really travel for so long, I'm afraid you won't even be a liquid.

As a novice runner with the best business in the town, life is definitely not an easy thing. With the soul of an adult and a deceptive face, Li Ping gradually became accustomed to this change in identity and work. Especially when he saw several waves of merchants hanging their swords and swords, and under several conflicts, they cut off the arms of other merchants and walked away, he strengthened his determination to be honest in the restaurant for a period of time, and carefully understood the face of this world.

"Brother Lin, how high can you jump that a master has ever seen?" The morning sun shone obliquely on the table on the second floor along the window that had just been opened, and Li Ping asked while wiping the table.

Brother Lin is one of the five guys of Baiyun Tower, a few years older than the current Li Ping, with a fully developed figure and a slightly burly appearance. In Baiyun Tower, he has the best relationship with Li Ping.

"Well, this is what I saw four years ago, and I can jump from the bottom to the top of the building." Ringo by the window pointed to the stone path outside the window with the rag.

Li ran to the window with a few steps and looked down, "This, this is a little too high." Brother Lin, have you ever seen anything higher than this? Li Ping swallowed his saliva and asked.

"No, because Baiyun Tower is the highest......"

Li Ping: "......"

"Brother Lin, where can I learn martial arts?" Li Ping knew that although Brother Lin was a buddy, he had been in Baiyunlou for five or six years, and he knew a lot of anecdotes from the conversations of the guests in the past. The attraction of martial arts is self-evident for the attraction of a person from modern times. What's more, it's for Li Ping, who has a slight parkour background.

"Want to learn Kung Fu? Well, follow the Han River, a day's waterway, to Xiangyang City, you can do it. The Iron Sword Gate in the city recruits a group of apprentices every year. Brother Lin pointed with his hand holding the rag in the direction of the Han water flowing downstairs, "However, this costs a lot of tuition." Brother Lin looked at Tang Tang Hanshui and sighed regretfully.

"How much?" Li Pingshun received it.

"We have to work for five years before we can have the tuition fee to enter the door, and we have to earn our own tuition from them every year." Brother Lin smiled, "However, the salary of Baiyunlou is the highest in our law, and the shopkeeper never asks about the rewards of the merchants in the past, and directly let us and the two masters directly divide it." Li Ping knew that the two masters were the two chefs in the back kitchen.

Looking at the smile that couldn't be suppressed at the corner of Brother Lin's mouth, Li Ping suddenly said, "You? ”

"Yes, I've saved enough money, and I've told the shopkeeper that they'll hire people in September." Brother Lin clenched his fists: "I have a cousin, who is in the Iron Sword Gate, under the command of Zhao Ye who is in charge of the docks. This time it will definitely work. ”

"Then congratulations to Brother Lin." Li Ping said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I want to give money to my family, it has only taken so long, you are alone, the money will be saved quickly." Brother Ringo encouraged: "When the time comes, go find me." “

Early morning.

Li walked barefoot in the backyard, the soles of his feet were slightly painful from the slightly cool slate thorns, and the cool air was inhaled deep into his lungs, and then he spit out heavily, this kind of thoroughness was more reborn than when he just came to this world six months ago. Feel the weather change from late spring to midsummer, and then gradually into autumn.

Li Ping was already familiar with the town, Baiyun Tower, and the river that slowly flowed eastward, except for Xiaolou. Under the willow tree, the shopkeeper lives in a small building for a long time, and other guys rarely go over, and Mr. Wang occasionally sends food over. Li Ping, who was a newcomer, had never been there.

In addition, this world, or rather, this town, which is like a paradise in Li Ping's eyes, is slowly familiar with Li Ping's daily wake-up and late sleep.

The glowing hemp rope was wrapped around the immature but strong arm, one by one, the biting well water was beaten, and after washing, Li Ping started a new day, chopping firewood, replacing the grass and water in the stone trough outside the building. This is what Li Ping has been doing in recent mornings, although, some of them are not his job. However, Li Ping likes the feeling of stepping on the stone slab in the backyard when he gets up early, and he likes the feeling of holding an axe to chop wood in the light of day, and he likes it very much, pouring water into the stone trough and watching the water gush. Although he did not face the sea or travel the world, he chopped wood and fed the horses every morning, Li Ping felt that God was a reward for him. This also made him quickly recognized by everyone and gained good popularity. Although the yearning for martial arts always appears in his mind, for Li Ping, who is a man of two lives, the desire for fame and fortune fades away, and martial arts is his simple curiosity and yearning. This kind of curiosity and yearning did not make him leave Baiyun Tower rashly without knowing much about this world.

Seeing that it was still early, after finishing the work in the restaurant in his hand, Li Ping started his own business.

"Brother Ping'er, Brother Ping'er, what are you doing like this?" With a pair of pigtails, a little girl of about seven or eight years old sat on the railing in the backyard, nibbling on chicken legs and asking Li Ping in a milky voice. The big eyes of curiosity flickered, and he couldn't care at all that the baby's fat face was full of chicken thighs.

Li Ping stood by the well, letting the sweat flow into his eyes, staring at the wooden stake by the well without blinking. He didn't turn his head to look at the little girl, but the iron hammer in his hand stabbed quickly and steadily towards the stake. One end of the stake had been pierced by the iron drill in Li Ping's hand.

"Practice the sword."

"Sword practice? Is that what you told me that story? "The little girl with a fat baby is the granddaughter of the king's shopkeeper, Yoyo, who is only seven years old. Occasionally come to Baiyunlou to play, and after listening to a few stories of Li Ping, I get tired of being here. Later, after Li Ping found out that the correspondent had martial arts, he told the little girl martial arts stories. No, the story not only attracts children, but also inspires themselves.

The iron chisel is about the thickness of the little finger, one arm is long, one end is pointed, full of greasy, and it is quite weighty to hold in the hand. After finding this meat-piercing iron drill in the back kitchen, Li Pingdan had leisure and came here to "practice swords". The little girl joined in the fun and sat on the railing to watch him.

"Brother Ping'er, I have to stab every day, two ...... Twenty strokes, aren't you tired? The little girl stretched out her greasy little hand and measured the number twenty with her fingers.

"Take a break and tell me a story." Obviously, for the little girl, Li Ping's so-called sword practice is far less fun than his storytelling.

"No Strength...... Not destroyed, only fast...... If it is not broken, it is 20,000 times. Li Ping gritted his teeth and corrected, when he read the novel and swung his knife 20,000 times a day, he didn't feel anything, if he kept stabbing like this, even for Li Ping, who had been stabbing for several months, 20,000 times a day would still be something that made him chill.

There is no place to learn martial arts, so I practice it first, which is the simple idea of Li Ping, who has a deep memory of the description of the novel.

Little by little, the sun moves westward. The town of Lijin has just entered September, and the afternoon sun is still a little poisonous. Five months after coming to this world, in the backyard of Baiyun Tower, Li Ping finally stabbed his own 20,000 swords in one day.