After more than ten days, I don't know how many hours, Han Xiao walked out of the mountain, stood at the bottom of the mountain with his waist crossed, and felt a burst of excitement in his heart, I, Han Xiao, finally came out!

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Han Xiao looked at Gongyi Xue, who was obviously not so excited beside him, "Okay, out of this mountain, there is a small town not far ahead, go to the town to find a teahouse to rest and rest, you and I will go our separate ways." ”

To Han Xiao's surprise, Gongyi Xue actually said honestly: "Okay." ”

It is recorded in the "Bamboo Secretary" that to the south of the Beikang Mountains, there is an unknown town under the mountain, and there are many tea shops in the town, and there is always a commentator in the tea shop, which is also the only entertainment activity in the town.

Han Xiao walked a short distance with Gongyi Xue, and sure enough, he vaguely saw a few huts, and further on, more houses appeared.

Entering the town, there were only a few people on the street, and when they saw Han Xiao and them, their eyes were a little strange, Gongyi Xue secretly pulled the corner of Han Xiao's clothes, "Hey, you say, why do they look at us like this?" ”

Han Xiao was also strange, but he didn't show anything, just said: "Don't talk, go to the tea shop for a while, and if something is wrong, go out of town directly." “

After walking about a dozen steps, Han Xiao saw a house with tea words hanging at the door from a distance, it seemed that this should be the tea shop mentioned in the book, but it was different from the tea shop in the town recorded in "Bamboo Secretary", after walking so far, the two of them only saw such a tea shop.

There are not many people in the tea shop, only a few young people in brocade clothes and jade belts, talking loudly, and listening to the accent should be from the capital.

Han Xiao had never heard anyone other than the old man speak in the past ten years, and the reason why he knew that they were from the direction of the capital was because he had read a book called "Learning Tongue" when he was under the mountain.

There is such a thing as an accent, and it really can't be described deliberately in words, and the cleverly written "Learning the Tongue" is two pages of excerpts from the most classic swear words in each place.

It is naturally impossible for these well-dressed sons to scold people, but there is a taste of talking in one place, and Han Xiao can understand it.

Seeing that the tea shop was quite clean, Han Xiao took Gongyi Xue into the tea shop.

In the small tea shop, there is no special guest Xiao Er, and the cashier and hospitality are all one of the shopkeepers.

Han Xiao settled Gongyi Xue and sat down, and walked to the counter, "Shopkeeper, come to the pot of tea." ”

The shopkeeper at the counter looked embarrassed, lowered his voice and said, "I'm sorry, Childe, we don't have tea today, if you want to rest, just sit down first." ”

Others didn't have tea, so Han Xiao naturally couldn't be strong, so he turned around and came back and told Gongyi Xue, "The tea is sold out, just sit down, and we'll leave after a while." ”

"Oh."

A few sons over there heard the noise here, turned their heads to look at this side, and swept past Han Xiao, who was coarse and linen, and their eyes were fixed on Gongyi Xue.

Several sons and brothers' eyes lit up and they glanced at each other.

The young man in the white robe raised his hand, "Shopkeeper, put two pots of tea on that table, and if there are pastries or something, serve two plates as well." “

"Okay!" The shopkeeper answered, brought two pots of tea from behind, looked at Han Xiao with a shameful face, and said in a low voice: "If you are passing by, leave quickly after drinking tea." ”

"Why?" Gongyi Xue asked.

Why didn't Gongyi Xue's voice be lowered, everyone in the tea shop could hear it, and a few sons over there immediately looked over, "Hey, old man Li, what are you doing there after serving the tea pestle." Is the storyteller still coming today? ”

Old man Li walked over, "Young Master Yu, you wait a while, you have already gone to invite, it should be there in a while." ”

A person came in at the door while he was talking, sweating profusely, "Uncle Li." ”

Old man Li walked over, "What do you say about the storyteller?" ”

"I've run all over the house, but no one is willing to come."

Old man Li made a silent gesture covertly, turned back to Brother Gongzi and said, "Young Master Yu, I'm afraid the storyteller won't be able to come today, he has something to do at home today." ”

Brother Gongzi was about to have a seizure, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Gongyi Xue was also looking here, waved his hand and said, "Okay, it's just a commentary, if you don't listen, you won't stop, you go first." ”

The shopkeeper was amnesty and trotted backstage.

"Young Master Yu, there are so many storytellers in the town, and this old man hasn't invited any of them, so he obviously looks down on you."

"Hey, we are readers, and readers can tolerate grievances generously, forget it."

In the back kitchen, the little guy who just ran in asked the shopkeeper, "Uncle Li, why did the person surnamed Yu suddenly have a kind heart today, if this is changed to before, today's things can't be good." ”

The shopkeeper sneered: "Where is he kind, he is lustful." ”

"Then what should I do, it's not the first time that this surnamed Yu has robbed other people's daughters."

"I just reminded them, I'll try to help them later, there's no other way."

Gongyi Xue was very happy at this time, she had already seen that a few sons and brothers over there were not good people, it was really interesting, and she could watch a good show.

Young Master Yu's table has already begun to guess boxing, guessing boxing, drinking tea and composing poems, and the three things are tied together.

Dayan has many differences from her previous life, such as language, but there are also many similarities, such as composing poetry.

The rules of writing poetry in this world are not much different from those in the previous life, but due to the difference in language, it is impossible to copy the poem directly, Han Xiao is a stubborn person who does not believe in evil, more than ten years, while learning a new language, although the accent is slightly weird, I will translate when I am bored, and translate some obscure verses from my previous life into the language of this world, and compare them with those poems in the book, which has a little meaning, even if some places are not very reasonable, but the artistic conception is still there, which is enough.

After Yu Shao's table guessed the boxing, the loser stood up with a slight sip of tea, paced back and forth for two steps, looked up at the ceiling, and said: "Pieces... Petals, pieces of incense, heavy fog outside the mountains..." ”

A poem with no central idea at all came out of his mouth, Han Xiao was secretly amused, but the other side was applauding.

"Good!"

"Brother Liu is talented!"

The young man who was called Young Master Yu by everyone stood up at this time, "Brother Liu's poem is very neat and very meaningful, and the younger brother is not talented, so he also improvised a poem." ”

"No one knows the young master's talent, no one knows, young master, you can read it out quickly, let us have a good taste."

Yu Shao looked up at the ceiling and paced back and forth for two steps, Han Xiao looked at his sassy appearance, thinking that this should be the unique posture of scholars in this world, looking at the duck, it was similar to the coquettishness and arrogance of scholars in the previous life.

"I don't have the heart to watch the day, the sun goes up to the East Tower."

When the poem came out, seeing that everyone was about to applaud again, a chuckle sounded first, "Poof! ”

Gongyi Xue chuckled: "You changed a few words of someone else's good poem, and said that you made it yourself, how thick-skinned are you?" “

Han Xiao couldn't help but feel amused and shook his head slightly. This poem was originally 'No heart to love the night, the bright moon goes down to the west building.' It is a famous sentence of Tang Nian, the famous poet of Dayan.

Yu Shaozheng couldn't come to the stage because of Gongyi Xue's sneer, and saw the young man in coarse linen next to Gongyi Xue shaking his head, and seemed to agree with Gongyi Xue's point of view.

Yu Shao's anger surged.