Walking through the corridor, the boy Xia Zhi sent Yeyan to the door, nodded to Yeyan, and went back to the courtyard, which was so neat and tidy.

Ye Yan looked up at the plaque on the door, and the handwriting of "Liuyun Pavilion" was as gentle and elegant as the owner.

Walking on the bustling streets, so far, it still feels like a dream and unreal. The shouting and shouting of the vendors was incessant. The three or two women are graceful, talking and laughing on the street. Toddlers frolicking, chasing, and playing. The young man in the teahouse acted neatly and received batches of customers. It doesn't seem to be much different from modern life.

If we want to gain a foothold quickly, we must first solve economic problems, and the economic foundation determines the superstructure. To solve this problem, it is necessary to have an understanding of the current situation.

Ye Yan covered her face with a silk scarf, only showed a pair of eyes, found a teahouse that was one of the best in the imperial capital, and found a corner to sit down. In the center of the hall, the storyteller was talking endlessly, excited, with a high-pitched voice and a red face. Seeing that General Ximing was forced into a desperate situation and everything was about to be a foregone conclusion, unexpectedly, the general turned around and jumped up, a beautiful maneuver, a flash of cold light, and the flaming sword in his hand pierced into the chest of the enemy commander...... "It turned out that General Ximing of the Doer Kingdom forced back the battle of the Wugu Kingdom.

The tea was changed cup after cup, and Yeyan always waited patiently. It wasn't until half an hour later that the applause thundered, and the storyteller finally walked off the stage slowly, panting slightly, and his mood had not calmed down. A storytelling that even touches oneself as if it is on the battlefield and is immersive is not wonderful.

Before the storyteller walked into the lounge, Yeyan quickly stopped him.

"Mr. stay, the little woman has something to discuss."

The storyteller glanced at Ye Yan, who was dressed as a child of a rich family, but he was slender and skinny, and his life must have been unsatisfactory. It's just a little girl, what can matter.

"Go and go, fool around, you little girl, don't hinder Uncle Ben's rest." After saying that, I wanted to brush my sleeves and leave.

"Sir, wait a minute, the little woman does have something important to discuss with Mr., give me a quarter of an hour, what's the matter, it's inconvenient for the old man, then, is it convenient for the son?"

The storyteller's eyes immediately widened and he looked around, no one paying attention to their conversation, under the veil. I only saw those smart eyes, but I looked the storyteller a little creepy, this is obviously a child who has not reached the end of time.

"Ahem, come with the old man." Looking at Ye Yan's appearance of successful tricks, the man was a little helpless, he had been disguised for so long, but no one found out, and he was actually broken by a little girl, and this alone aroused his curiosity.

It seems that the tea house is treated well, and there are all kinds of small snacks on the table in the spacious lounge.

"The girl casually" talked for a few hours, his mouth was dry, and the man made a cup of tea and drank it to himself.