into the abalone, smell it for a long time and don't know its smell; Enter the room of the orchid, and do not smell its fragrance for a long time. At this moment, the lobby exudes the smell of ripe wine, and the smell is smoky. The noisy sound of fists and frolicking drowned out the sound of glass of wine colliding, and the north and south rudders were harmonious, talking and laughing, and I don't know how much of the conversation was heart-to-heart, and how much was just simple bragging.

Yang Yizhi took another sip of wine, his cheeks and ears were already red, and he tried to open his eyes wide, as if he was sane and clear: "Jiang Fuming was originally a fortune teller in Nanjiang Mansion, his eyebrows are narrow, the mouth of the boat is covered, and he walks with a stubborn face, and he looks like a disaster star." But he walks the streets and alleys, no one knows everyone, and everyone in Nanjiang is honored by Mr. Jiang. He already relied on words to make a living, preaching the Mandate of Heaven, down to the common people and officials, and his audience was quite wide. Half a year ago, he sprung up, reproduced the words of the previous dynasty, expanded and adapted it into a novel, and made a fortune. Different from the mainstream, his widely sung stories are popular stories about conflicts between husband and wife, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, etc., which are even more popular. Then, he co-opted a lot of idle outlaws, distributed books in a hierarchical system, as long as the people who bought the books were the doormen of his Nanjiang Bookstore, they could collect 'geographical advantages' from their subordinates. Such a transaction was not a gentleman's act, but Jiang Fuming became more and more famous in the local area, and his reputation spread far and wide in the capital. When Linglong Bookstore heard about it, it also sent an invitation letter to it, but Jiang Fuming did not reply, presumably this grand event, I can't see this person's dignity. "

Leisurely puzzled, he immediately asked: "Uncle Yang, you said that there are not many people on the rivers and lakes who can read and understand words, how can this Jiang Fuming sell books directly?" ”

"I don't know the reason for this very clearly, it's probably the unwritten rule of Nanjiang Mansion - as long as anyone who buys his Jiang Fuming books, they can set up in the teahouse inn to tell stories and collect tea money, so it attracts many literate idlers."

"Then the owner of the teahouse just left those people to tell the story?" Long Jin then asked.

"The south side is all natural business material, and we can only be embarrassed in the north. I heard that the owner of this teahouse can split the account with the storyteller, and the business is naturally thriving, with all the benefits and no harm. ”

Xu Youran continued to ask: "But where are so many people going to listen to books, and where do you get so much spare money to go to this teahouse every day?" "Los Angeles is already a big city, but this listening book has to be on the fifteenth day of the new year, or the temple fair, and I can't listen to it three or four times a month. In order to make a living, Yang Yizhi carried his burden around ten villages and eight stores every month, so that he could barely save some wife's capital, but how did he get to the south, but it sounded like an easy task.

"Since there are businessmen who come and go, they stop in the city during the business period, and they will only listen to books when they have nothing to do." Yang Yizhi shook his head and sighed, if you don't say that Jiangnan is rich and the crab flows oil, the time and place are favorable, it can be regarded as Jiang Fuming's good luck, the fire borrows the wind, and the more it burns, the more prosperous it becomes, "Merchants come and go from the south to the north, come and go in a hurry, a book of excerpts can be repeated for a month and a half, and there are still people who have never heard of it, can it not rise and the moon will be constant, and everything will be prosperous?" One side of the water and soil to raise one side of the people, which is like our northern loess stubble, can not grow a piece of seedlings. He was talking, maybe because he was drunk, and he had more self-harm than his usual chic and carefree appearance. Xu Youran was shocked to realize that alcohol can make a person spit and inhale, dissolve the illusion of appearance, and reveal the appearance of the depths of the soul - Yang Yizhi is indeed no longer young, it is okay for a short time, and he may not have a future in the long run.

"However, I still like to listen to Uncle Yang tell some stories about the happiness and revenge of the Jianghu people." Xu Youran took out a handkerchief and wiped off the wine stains dripping on the back of his hand for Yang Yizhi, and Long Jin quietly poured himself a bowl without squeaking.

"So what, I'm just parroting and spreading falsehoods to make a living. If there is no Linglong Bookstore, who will come to listen to the story of the country horseman, it is not just a good shade to lean against the big tree. Yang Yizhi sighed, they are just jackals who eat the blood of the skeleton, how can they have the majesty of the king of all beasts; Compared with Jiang Fuming and others, the brilliance is not much. This is also the reason why Fir tried in vain to persuade Mulan to reopen the stove. It's just that this old pavilion master is already a hero in his twilight, and he is no longer as brave as he used to be, and he only wants to spend his old age in peace, and he refuses to take this risk.

"I feel that this Nanjiang Study House may not be able to be beautiful for a few years. It was originally a strange commodity to live in, but when everyone had a book in their hands, the teahouse was saturated, and the merchants were tired of listening to the customs, the ones who troubled Jiang Fuming were the doormen who couldn't make money in his Nanjiang Study. Xu Youran smiled skillfully and said his speculation lightly.

"Besides, if he Jiang Fuming can do this business, can't Nanjiang Mansion have a second or third Jiang Fuming? If you can make quick money, no one wants to, and you can learn from it, but no one can't. Long Jin's face turned red, and he said, "At that time, Nanjiang Mansion will be a bloody and bloody wind, and the wind and rain are coming, it is not as good as Wanmu Library, and everyone is kind and wealthy." ”

Yang Yizhi shook his head, feeling that what the two children said was reasonable, but also feeling that it was awkward to say something. He staggered to his feet and sang, "Where are you going to wake up tonight?" Yang Liu'an, Xiaofeng Wanyue", the rest of the people at the table said that Mr. Yang was drunk, so they continued to drink with a smile.

Xu Youran came in the name of taking care of Yang Yizhi's disability, so he immediately pulled Long Jin to stand up, but he didn't know that Long Jin was too strong to drink, and he sat on the stone brick floor, full of foreign appearances. Xu Youran blushed, so he had to say a few sorry words to the table next to him, and then pulled Long Jin up and placed him on the stool he was sitting on. Then, she hung Yang Yizhi's arm on her thin shoulder, slowly went upstairs, and entered the guest room.

Yang Yizhi and Liu Gufeng in the team were in a room, but Liu Gufeng was still drinking in the hall, the room was empty, and the black light was blind. Xu Youran calmed down, immersed in a strange darkness, and the furnishings in the room slowly revealed their outlines, and she helped Yang Yizhi to the bed step by step, without stumbling, and then took a big breath.

"Leisurely," Yang Yizhi usually called her a little loach, and she was really flattered to call her by her name so suddenly, "Do you remember the first time I met you and asked you what your name was, how did you answer?" ”

It was sunset, the rain was abundant, the river was swollen, and many villagers were trapped on the other side of the river, unable to cross the bank. The water was turbulent, the raft was bumpy up and down, Yang Yizhi was panicked in his heart, and saw Xu Youran holding an oil-paper umbrella with one hand and pulling Xu Zhang's skirt with one small hand, so he called her, 'Girl, what is your name', hoping that chatting can eliminate each other's fears. How do you know that Xu Youran turned around, his expression was relaxed, without fear, and he replied crisply, "My name is Xu Youran-under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, and leisurely seeing the leisurely of Nanshan." ’

Xu Youran shuddered in his heart, after such a long time, why did he suddenly mention it, what was his purpose? In the dark, Yang Yizhi took out a piece of paper from his arms and stuffed it into Xu Youran's swarthy little hand. Xu Youran laughed at himself, it was really hard for him to see it, and just as he wanted to respond, he felt that Yang Yizhi's hand was sinking, and he was already drunk and unconscious.

Ay. With such a body, if you can't drink it, don't be strong. Xu Youran shook his head, then opened the cover and covered it for him, and he didn't care if he changed his clothes and freshened up.

With no one around, she crept out of the room and closed the wooden door. When she stood on tiptoe and looked under the lantern, she realized that what Yang Yizhi had just stuffed her was a marriage letter that was rejected by her father a few months ago. His words are elegant and free, one by one, like the willows fluttering on the riverside of the spring breeze and rain, the words are like his people, and the words are like faces. She had mixed feelings, and she didn't know what to do—it would have been better if he had confessed to her, and even treated her with little lightness; Such a move shows that he has deep affection, and he is self-evidently ungrateful when he runs away.

I was not born, and I was old. After thinking about it, Xu Youran finally reached out and put the wedding book on the candle flame. The flames quickly scorched the pieces of paper and turned them into black ashes.

Xu Youran clenched his fists unconsciously: ruthless and unjust, so what; There is affection and righteousness, where does it end? My mother and sister paid so much for the village, and in the end, because they were curing diseases and saving people, they died, who remembers them, and who praises them? The little woman is soft-spoken, and no one knows, like the stalks in the field, when the fire burns it, there is nothing left. Even a father who loves his mother like his life can't escape the decision to marry again. Where is he higher than Yang Yizhi? I'm afraid that as soon as it reaches his hands, it will become chicken ribs, and it is a pity that it is useless to eat it.

Even if she can't be the wind, the rain, the towering tree, or the flower of the kaolin, she must become the herald, make her voice heard, and tell the story - she can't let the hero bow down and die, and then be nameless, drowned in the crowd.

She closed her eyes and collected her emotions before she slowly opened them and walked down the stairs. Coincidentally, Mulan was walking up with the wine jar, and beside her was the spruce tree who was also the North Rudder, a man and a woman, hooking their shoulders and backs, and there was no awareness of male and female defense. Also, most of the people in the North Rudder are people who have moved from outside the Guan, and they are not familiar with the Central Plains etiquette; What's more, Mulan is the person in power in the North Helm, and she can't be compared with ordinary women.

Xu Youran couldn't help but look at Mulan, who was much taller than him, full of envy. And Mulan's eyes were not drunk, but full of heat that she had never seen in a woman's eyes. She subconsciously wanted to do the gift of her daughter, and as soon as she made a gesture, she restrained the fox's tail and replaced it with a fist.

"Glancy helmsman." She said in a thick voice, "I have admired the name for a long time, and now I am very honored." In my heart, I was thinking about when I would be like her, a woman who stood up to the sky and the earth, coming and going like the wind, unrestrained.

Mulan smiled slightly, she had read countless people, how could she be deceived by this act of making up for the dead, "No need to be polite." When she saw that the kid in front of her was timid, and with some newborn calves who were not afraid of tigers, she remembered what she looked like when she was a child. Such a man dresses up as a woman, mixed in the three religions and nine streams, does he want fame or profit? In an instant, her thoughts surged, and she finally only mentioned as a passerby, "If you are small, there are eight hardships in life: birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment, love and parting, unbelievable, and five yin are blazing." There is no desire, but chic; If you want something, you can only know what it tastes like. ”

With that, Mulan hooked the spruce and walked to the roof.