Jiang He made up his mind that from today onwards, if he forgot to bring a map to the door, his daily range of action would never exceed a mile radius of the inn. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The street corners of each place in the capital are too similar, walking through this alley and the street is two alleys, turning this corner and there are infinite bends, yesterday the river has been around until the afternoon before returning to the inn, the already gloomy and dreary day, when he returned to the inn he felt as if he had just been salvaged from the river, soaked.

Jiang He sat at a small table in the room, with a number of old books in front of him, including the history of the near dynasty and the opposition, calligraphy and paintings, and a map of Kyoto City.

From today, there are still six days left in the big exam, Jiang He needs to hurry up and read books, he bought more than a dozen steamed buns from the bun shop, and begged for a large stack of pickles under the boss's disdainful eyes.

The eldest husband can bend and stretch, Jiang He comforts himself, and does not care about the boss.

"The southern kingdom was founded for thousands of years, from the capital of Taigaozu to Kyoto City, divided into twelve states, the territory is vast, starting from the east... Jiang He gnawed on steamed buns, carefully reading and absorbing knowledge.

Of course, when he is free, he always closes his eyes and meditates, and persistently tries to communicate the vitality of heaven and earth, although it still has no effect, but he still stubbornly persists, because he feels that there is always something quietly forming on the side of his sea of consciousness, although he can't see it, he believes that "it" exists.

Not being seen doesn't mean not existing.

After eating at noon, Jianghe went out of the inn again, carrying a map of the capital in his arms, he was going to find a shop or rent a house, the long-term inn was always unrealistic, he touched the thirty-six taels of silver ingots in his pocket, and walked to Dongshi.

There are two major markets in Kyoto City, with Suzaku Street as the axis, with the West Market on the left and the East Market on the right.

The east and west cities are prosperous and prosperous, but since ancient times, the west is expensive and the east is cheap.

In the past, the merchants in the market were crowded, and there were also some foreign businessmen and tourists wearing foreign costumes, which was a prosperous scene.

Jiang He walked to the outer alleys of Dongshi, and heard passers-by say that the streets and alleys in front of this are all rented out as housing agents, but at this time, in the middle of the year, there are probably few houses that are rough, so the shops on the street are all cold and few people care.

Jiang He started with the first one.

"Shopkeeper, what kind of houses are there for rent these days?"

"Fifty taels in half a year? It's too expensive, it's too expensive. ”

"You see, I don't want to be able to afford to live in that good location. ”

"Next to the slaughterhouse? ”

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Jiang He asked all the way from the first one on the street to the last one, if there was no more of this family, Jiang He could really only go to the street to perform and spend the night at the bridge. This shop was a little different from the others, there was no sign at the door, and there were no people in the door, except for a young man sitting at a small table in the room, and a pot of wine was boiling in front of him, and white smoke was emitting as if it were about to boil.

The man was dressed in a white shirt, with long hair stranded to the back of his head, and he looked personable, not at all like a businessman.

Jiang He looked at the furnishings in the house, and it didn't look like the most commercial shop from beginning to end, so he arched his hand and said, "Eh. . . I may have gone wrong, excuse me. After saying that, he turned around and prepared to go out.

"Hey, don't be polite, childe, I'm renting out a house. ”

Jiang He listened to the words of the man behind him, stopped his steps, and turned to look at the man in white shirt.

The man also smiled, looked at Jiang He with great interest, and then stretched out his hand to invite Jiang He to sit.

Jiang He was a little confused, so he lifted the small stool in front of the table and sat down.

When the wine on the table was boiling, the man lifted the jug, opened the two white bowls that were clasped on the table, and poured two bowls of wine. Putting down the flask, he pushed one of the bowls to Jiang He.

Jiang He waved his hand and said, "Shopkeeper, I'm here to rent a house, so don't drink the wine." ”

The man smiled, took the wine bowl in front of him and blew it gently, and then said, "Drink, why don't you drink, I'll rent you a cheap house after drinking." ”

Jiang He looked at the wine bowl in front of him, smoking hot, and there were some wolfberry jujubes and other things floating in the bowl, which seemed to be quite fragrant?

He was not polite, he picked it up and carefully blew it twice, and then tasted it, it was very sweet, it should have been added with some rock sugar.

The man in the white shirt smiled slightly when he saw this, then put down the wine bowl and said, "No one has come to drink with me in this store for a long time, so Mr. will accompany me to drink another bowl." ”

After speaking, regardless of whether the river refused or not, he poured it again.

The amount of wine in the river has always been bad, although it is sweet wine but it is always wine, he wanted to refuse, but looking at the burning hot wine jug, he still couldn't get his hands on it, so he hurriedly waved his hand and said: "The shopkeeper can't help it, I still have to read later, and I will definitely get drunk if I drink another bowl." ”

"Sir, it's a joke. How can these two bowls of boiled wine get drunk. The man in the white shirt filled himself with another bowl.

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In the end, Jiang He looked at the third bowl of wine in front of him, and righteously said that he was not drinking it no matter what.

As a result, the man in the white shirt said, "Sir, drink this bowl of wine, and I will rent you a house for thirty and twenty-one years, how about it?"

Jiang He blew his beard and glared, indicating that he would not obey, and then took the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp.

The man in the white shirt laughed and poured another bowl for Jiang He.

"Hahaha. My husband is also a happy man, and I asked him to get a contract, and I rented this house to him. ”

When Jiang He heard this, he was finally overjoyed, and felt that although these three bowls of wine had stirred up his brain, they were still worth it, and the three bowls of wine left him at least fifty taels of silver, and Jiang He felt that the cooking wine on this small stove was getting better and better.

At some point, a man came out of the back hall, respectfully placed the lease on the table, and then returned to the back room.

The man handed the lease to Jiang He, and then said: "This house is in this Dongzhi Street, the thirty-seventh household, the environment is quiet and full of light, it is a good residence." ”

Jiang He took the lease, suddenly remembered something, and then asked carefully: "Shopkeeper's. . . It's not going to be a murderous house. ”

Jiang He remembered the legends he had read, most of the ancient murderous mansions could not be rented, so they were often rented by some unreasonable young people, and as a result, there were always some terrifying things out to hang out in the dead of night.

Jiang He thought about this, and felt that this young shopkeeper with a lovely smile suddenly became a treacherous and slippery, and the lease deed in his hand seemed to vaguely exude a gloomy ghostly aura.

The man in the white shirt was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Hahaha, Mr. is really interesting." ”

"I saw that my husband had a good impression of himself, so I wanted to make a good relationship, and if he didn't want to, then he would return the lease to me. ”

Jiang He hurriedly said: "The shopkeeper has a kind intention, how can I not accept it." ”

Jiang He thought that he was young and strong, full of fire, and he was not afraid of any bulls, ghosts, snakes, gods, foxes, and wild monsters, so he picked up his pen and signed his name on the lease deed, and handed it to the young shopkeeper.

Jiang He came out of the shop and walked towards the inn, he held an old key and a lease in his hand, and he muttered in fragments:

"Isn't this really a murderous house? . . ”

Jiang He counted the calendar again, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.

"Half of July. Hell, scurry. ”

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After Jiang He left, the man in white quietly looked at the copper kettle on the stove, and a new pot of wine was about to boil again.