"Not going to do it? Haha, what place are you and I here? Come if you want to, but can't you leave if you want to? When the leader heard this, he immediately laughed. Around him, there were still a few long-term workers, who were idle at this time, and they all laughed after listening to Zhou Xing's words.

A long-term worker said: "Zhou Xing, don't talk nonsense, you can still eat when you work here, what else can you do if you don't work here?" ”

Another long-term worker said: "Come on, don't you forget about running away now, you can't get naturalized, just stay here honestly." ”

As early as when Zhu Yuanzhang was called the king of Wu, Zhu Yuanzhang took the construction of roads and the rescue of household registration documents as two important tasks while conquering the city.

In the compilation of household registration, Zhu Yuanzhang took "arguing the noble and the lowly, and correcting the name" as the purpose, and divided them into clansmen, official gentry households, civilian households, military households, artisan households, stove households, merchants, Confucian households, post households, etc. In addition to the above-mentioned population, there are also clan populations, shaded populations, and ethnic minority populations. And those who put aside these household registrations are naturally homeless and runaways.

According to the world where Zhou Xing was before, it was a black household.

The leader didn't know where to find a crumpled piece of paper on his body, and said, "See, what is this?" This is your contract for my work. Don't want to do it anymore? Yes, according to the amount on the contract, you have to compensate me for two taels of money. ”

"?" Zhou Xing cursed in his heart, and thought about it carefully, he didn't seem to have heard of this thing.

Come to think of it, it was signed by the original owner of the body that was possessed before.

"Alas, young man, young man, I have taken your body, and now the retribution is coming, and I have to help you pay off your debts."

Zhou Xing lamented, this is written in black and white, it can't be faked, and there are handprints on it.

Originally, Zhou Xing wanted to take these two taels of silver and then find other means of making a living, with this twenty-first century brain, it was still very easy to not be starved to death in this Ming Dynasty. As a result, the money in hand had to be poured back before it was hot.

Could it be that this job will not be resigned?

No way! Even if you join the beggar gang, it is better than working on the dock, and the big bags of goods, carried for a month, have to be hunchbacked.

Besides, if you say it well, just because you feel sorry for money, you won't quit, so you won't be laughed at to death?

Thinking of this, Zhou Xingyi gritted his teeth and said, "Hmph, two or two is two or two, I'll give it to you." ”

"Haha, give it to me? What you said is light, where can you find me two taels of money? The leader smiled, working as a coolie here, earning just enough money to eat, drink, and Lazar, if you want to save money, it is impossible for a big son to save. Two taels of treasure money is not a small amount.

"Zhou Xing, you haven't been doing this job for a few days, where did you get the two taels of money? Don't say big things, be careful that the wind flashes your tongue. ”

"That's it, you can take out two taels of money to take a look."

"Alas, they have all signed the contract, so let's work honestly."

Everyone talked about it, they are all long-term workers here, the rules are clear, and what they know best is that Zhou Xing can't come up with money this time.

Zhou Xing glanced around, smiled slightly, and didn't speak, but took out two taels of money from the pocket of his torn clothes.

"Come, look, what is this?"

Looking at the money in his hand, the leader's eyes straightened.

The surrounding long-term workers were also taken aback one by one.

This guy, where did he get so much money?

Even if he doesn't eat or drink every day, he has to save for a long time to have so much.

Besides, this guy went to the tavern to drink when he was fine.

"You stole money?" The leader asked.

Zhou Xing snorted coldly and said, "I, Zhou, am acting above board and disdainful of stealing. Without further ado, do you want this money or not? ”

"This little guy really took out the money."

"Am I right? That's two taels of money! You can exchange it for twenty rough steamed buns. ”

Although I don't understand why Zhou Xing has all this money, the leader is still trustworthy, took Zhou Xing's money and handed over the contract.

"Since you took out the money, then I will also say what I say, and this is for you."

Zhou Xing took it, glanced at the contract, scolded a fool, and then tore the contract to shreds.

The leader looked at it in his eyes and jokingly said: "Look at you like that, just you, don't do this, what can you do?" Are you literate? Will it count? Those are the things that the old man who reads books does, you forget it. I'm afraid I'm not drunk, don't regret it when you wait for tomorrow. If you starve to death on the docks in a few days, I won't collect your body,"

Zhou Xing smiled faintly and said proudly: "You don't have to worry about this, the mountain people have their own tricks." Maybe later, someone will have a banquet waiting for me. ”

Without the pressure of this strange work, although the money was also spent, Zhou Xing felt comfortable.

"You just dream." Of course, the leader didn't believe what Zhou Xing said, but he was drunk and talking nonsense.

"Little fairy, little fairy." At this time, the chubby tavern shopkeeper came out of his little broken tavern and shouted at Zhou Xing.

The leader knows the tavern shopkeeper, after all, they are begging for a life together in this area, and they don't look up and look down.

"Shopkeeper Huang, what are you shouting?"

The shopkeeper of this tavern is surnamed Huang, and he claims that his ancestor is Huang Yaoshi of Peach Blossom Island, and the wine sold in the tavern is also brewed with Huang Yaoshi's exclusive secret recipe.

When the shopkeeper Huang saw it, he immediately smiled and said: "It turns out that it is the leader, ah, I am here to ask this little fairy to name my tavern." ”

The leader glanced at the shopkeeper Huang suspiciously, pointed at Zhou Xing and said, "He? ”

"That's right, hey, I won't tell you, little fairy, come, go to my store and say go. I asked Xiao Er to buy a few side dishes, and I cooked them for you myself. ”

The shopkeeper Huang was impatient, and pulled Zhou Xing away. Zhou Xing turned around and said proudly: "Look, what am I talking about?" ”

The leader was immediately very surprised, curious, and followed him to the tavern. The other long-term and short-term workers who didn't work all went into the tavern to watch the excitement together.

Shopkeeper Huang dragged Zhou Xing into the tavern and shouted to the shopkeeper: "You, go shopping for vegetables and get more tricks." ”

The shopkeeper glanced at Zhou Xing, who had gone and returned, and let out a sigh and left.

In fact, he didn't understand that this guy didn't give money for wine just now, but he didn't know what was going on, after this guy said a few words to the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper not only gave him two taels of money, but now he also warmly invited him back, why is this?

"Come on, little fairy, please sit down, I'll pour you tea." The shopkeeper Huang was very enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that Zhou Xing began to doubt his life.

"Shopkeeper, don't be busy, I'm confused, which one are you singing? Besides, where am I a god? Don't lift me. ”

Those who came in to see the excitement also wanted to ask this sentence, which one are you singing?

"Which one is sung? Little fairy, you forgot to name our tavern. ”

Shopkeeper Huang had already determined that Zhou Xing was the reincarnation of the Peach Blossom Immortal, and that he was sent down to the tavern by the ancestor who had ascended to heaven to save him. Therefore, this is why the little fairy is called by the little fairy.

"Pick a name?" Zhou Xing thought about it, once upon a time I promised to choose a name for your tavern? If you haven't said it, why forget it?

"That's right." Shopkeeper Huang looked at Zhou Xing with hope.

The leader yelled, "Wait, what are you two talking about?" Why can't I understand a word? ”

Shopkeeper Huang was about to reply, but a young man dressed as a scholar in his twenties came in and said, "Shopkeeper Huang, I have already transcribed the sample you wanted." ”

"Huh? So fast? Thank you so much, come and see me. Shopkeeper Huang carefully took the roll of rice paper.

It cost two big bucks, can he be careless?

When the yellow shopkeeper was checking the documents, the scholar said with admiration: "I don't know which master wrote this poem?" I look at the whole poem, the picture is gorgeous and elegant, the style is elegant and handsome, and the rhythm is back to the wind and snow, and the meaning is mellow and far-reaching. Although the eyes are full of fragrant words such as flowers, peaches, wine, and drunkenness, there is no vulgarity, but the pen is straight through the back of the paper, which is not something ordinary people can write. ”

This scholar is a well-known talent in these ten miles and eight towns, named Yue Yang, who took a small fame, but then he couldn't go further, and later, he was disheartened, so he simply returned to his hometown, relying on helping others write some documents, and eating with his mouth, because the handwriting is good, and the price is fair, so the popularity is okay. Just now, the shopkeeper Huang got the poem written by Zhou Xing, as well as the advertising link, so he sent it to Yueyang's residence non-stop and entrusted him to copy it.

The shopkeeper listened to the scholar praise this poem like this, and his face suddenly flushed with joy. This "Song of the Peach Blossom Temple" can be so appreciated by Yue Yang, and the shopkeeper Huang feels that his tavern must become famous because of this poem.

Although Zhou Xing had already said before, this poem was given to the Huang shopkeeper, but the Huang shopkeeper did not take credit, he pointed at Zhou Xing and said: "This master is far away in the sky, close in front of him." ”

Yue Yang looked there, and the master he had expected to be outside the world suddenly turned into a wharf worker in coarse cloth and rags, and he was suddenly a little displeased, and said, "Shopkeeper Huang, are you playing tricks on me?" Such shocking remarks, could it be that it came from the hands of this short-term worker? ”

As soon as Zhou Xing heard this, he was immediately unhappy, what happened to the short-term job? Did the day workers eat your food?

"I said, this young master, you speak politely, I'm not a short-term worker." Zhou Xing stood up suddenly.

Well, I just quit my job, and it really doesn't count anymore.

Since ancient times, scholars have considered themselves superior, and this Yueyang is naturally no exception. Although I just praised this poem, after discovering that the author was actually a vulgar person, my attitude changed. He didn't believe that such a person could write any wonderful sentences.

"Hmph, look at your appearance, either you are a short-term worker, or you are running a boat. I don't believe you can write such a poem. Yue Yang insisted on his judgment.

Shopkeeper Huang saw Zhou Xing write word by word, although the writing is ugly, but a dock worker, being able to write is already impressive, how good do you ask him to write?

"Son-in-law, this poem is indeed written by him."

Yue Yang still didn't believe it, and said, "How can he write such a good sentence?" I don't know where I copied it. ”

"Son-in-law, this poem is indeed written by him."

Yue Yang still didn't believe it, and said, "How can he write such a good sentence?" I don't know where I copied it. ”

Zhou Xingping hates plagiarism the most in his life, he wrote some articles in his previous life, and they were copied by many crazy black-hearted guys, and the most hateful thing is that his grades are better than him.

Hearing Yue Yang say this today, he suddenly became angry.

"What if I didn't copy it?"