Knock, knock, knock、、、、 the drum in the center of the city sounded rhythmically, which was to inform the people of the city that the sun had set, and they would return home in time, and the city gate was about to close. Pedestrians have also quickened their pace, and merchants have begun to close their stalls, pack up, or invest in shops, or go out of the city, and the small town that has been busy for a day has gradually calmed down.

With money in his hands, he didn't panic in his heart, and he got this consistent copper plate, Zhang Liang's mentality naturally let go, and he didn't want to spend the night in the wild.

I discussed with the two of them to invest in the store tonight and enjoy the hotel service. Zhang Niu kept shaking his head, this investment store is very expensive, and the small farmers in the mountains are used to saving, even if it is not their own money, they are distressed to look at such a waste. Zhang Ling'er yearns for this lively town, and doesn't want to go back early, this next time, I don't know when it will be, but she is in favor. Zhang Liang said something badly, and finally made him nod reluctantly.

The shopkeeper, the store, or Zhang Niu led into this, not big or small, simple, the back room is only seven or eight rooms of small inns. As soon as I entered the door, the store greeted me, and at this time there were a few guests who were eating and drinking, Zhang Liang looked at it and said to the store, I will also give three of us a copy according to this table, and book three clean rooms. The store is crisp and neat.

"Slow, how much does this cost", just because Zhang Liang had no concept of the purchasing power of money in the Tang Dynasty, for fear of something. That's when it's bigger. The guy next to him summed up: "Stewed chicken with green bamboo shoots, three bowls, five cents per bowl, two cents for three people with rice, and fourteen cents per room," a total of fifty-nine wen, looking at the guy still holding his fingers, Zhang Liang said impatiently, and then a piece of wine, often taste

。 After a while, the guy calculated, a total of fifty-nine Wen, oops, the store complimented at this time: "Lang Jun is a good algorithm, so much faster than my unsuccessful son, I don't know what kind of business to do, look at your young age, you must be a young talent" It turns out that this guy is the son of this shopkeeper. Hehe, Zhang Liang replied: "I am just a farmer in the mountains, selling some handicrafts in my spare time, and I will eat porridge, alas, I often can't eat, but I don't know that this room is so expensive" I still want to see if I can bargain, because I don't know and am afraid, see if the ancients are also asking for a price, bullying him as a traveler, Zhang Liang is a master who never gets along with money.

"Lang Jun laughed, with Lang Jun's actuarial skills, he won't worry about making a living anywhere." It turned out that Zhang Liang, who had just passed mathematics, suddenly thought about it, haha, it turns out that I am so powerful in front of the ancients, it seems that this is really a livelihood. I have been in the Tang Dynasty for a few months, and I am unfamiliar with life and penniless, so I really think about it.

The meal is on the low table from time to time, divided in front of the three people, with bursts of fragrance, the index fingers of the three people moved, although in the past few months, Zhang Liang still did not adapt to the Tang people's way of sitting, very uncomfortable, but still could not stop the fragrant fragrance, so he ate it, the taste was not bad, however, Zhang Liang, who was not spicy or happy, still felt almost meaningful. Take a sip of this rice wine, it tastes sweet, but it is not interesting.

Tang people go to bed very early, probably because they don't have TV, mobile phones, and all kinds of entertainment activities at night, and they often don't have enough time at night, and they are listless when they go to work during the day. Even the inn turned off the lights early and slammed the door, just to save this bit of sesame oil.

Zhang Liang was lying on the bed, thinking beautifully, now that he has a little money, he can't bear a lot of things, he has to buy a few clothes tomorrow, he has to buy a few clothes, Nima, underwear can't be changed, is there such a thing now, no matter what, I have to find it tomorrow, toothbrushes and soaps are difficult to do, looking at these days, Zhang Ling'er and her grandmother cleaned their teeth with their hands and wooden sticks and washed with green salt, Zhang Liang looked at it and had a toothache. If you go to another bookstore tomorrow, you must buy paper, and you must tell the store that this is for writing, and this must not be tolerated.

The summer rain is always hoarded for a few days, and it is blatantly leaked down, and it is not saved. It's probably in the middle of the night, and even in your sleep, you can vaguely know. When I woke up in the morning, the sound of crackling rain had already drowned out the morning drum, the sky was flickering and dark, and people were getting more and more sleepy.

Last night's plans were put on hold for the time being, and when they left the room, most of the guests were already wandering in the hall, talking and laughing, looking out the door from time to time, and it was really uncertain when the rain would stop. Suddenly, Zhang Liang was attracted by the figure of a woman sitting in a corner, dressed in light green, with a veil and looking up at Fang Liang. Look at the sitting posture leaning, still shaking Erlang's legs. Instantly, bad reviews. Yesterday, I didn't see it, it should have been put into the store some time later in the evening.

After lunch, it was really boring, and after a long time, they all stared at each other, Zhang Liang felt that these ancients were too boring, and there was no pastime to pass the time. Zhang Ling'er had been sitting unsteady next to her, and suddenly remembered yesterday's ghost story, so she asked Zhang Liang to tell a story. Zhang Liang thought about it, was yesterday's basilisk story, Zhang Ling'er is still young, will it be inappropriate, or "Snow White", what is Snow White, forget it, or yesterday's basilisk is good, you said that you are better than Mr. Storyteller, I will listen to it. Zhang Ling'er has to listen to this.

That's good," said a long, long time ago, there was a mountain not far from us, lush grass, often snakes, one day, a snake catcher came up on the mountain、、、、、、 Zhang Liang will be this unforgettable TV series "The Legend of the New White Lady", according to the increase and decrease of preferences, tell the story.

Oh, the rain stopped, I don't know how long it took, Zhang Liang, who had a dry mouth, suddenly found that it was gradually clearing up outside, so he shouted to go to the street, not planning to talk about it again. At this time, all the customers in the store who were attracted before, including the guys, also woke up from their concentration, and immediately felt unhappy, and then, hurry up and continue, don't care if the rain stops listening or not, you can't stop. Zhang Ling'er also felt that it was not enjoyable, and she continued to listen. Zhang Liang originally came to the book just to pass the time, so he didn't want to talk about it anymore. But I didn't expect it to work so well.

Looking at the stars outside, the hard soil and the rammed streets are covered with a rain curtain, or because of the waterways, except for a few potholes, most of them are still clean. Several shops have already opened,

Everyone, I'm sorry, we still have to go to the street to buy, so we won't talk about it, and Zhang Ling'er whispered in her ear, "If you want to listen, go back and tell you." Everyone was still reluctant, and one of them asked Zhang Liang: "Mr. your surname, I don't know where Mr. is telling the story, he must be there to come to the front to support him,"

"Ah, don't be expensive, Xiao Ke Zhang Liang, I'll just say that it is my blessing to pass the time, and it can enter your ears. Thank you very much for not disliking it. Pack up and tell the store that you are still staying here tonight, please keep three rooms. The three of them went out.

As soon as he came out, he smelled the fragrance of the washed water, Zhang Liang stopped and looked up at the clean sky under the reflection of the green mountains, touched, and was suddenly hit hard, an unstable, and fell down gorgeously.