At the end of the day, Chen Changsheng was gone.

He closed the door, sat quietly in the small courtyard, and at the moment of nightfall, he turned into flying sand and dissipated quietly and left.

Castle Peak City is as usual.

The fog will disperse at the dawn of the day.

The shopkeeper told everyone the news of Mr. Zhuang's departure, and everyone in the audience regretted it again and again.

"When will Mr. Jiucha come back?"

"Three years."

"How long!?"

"It's not three days, it's not three months, it's three years, three years."

“……”

There was a commotion in the teahouse.

The crowd was not pleased.

After listening to the dramas of these days, they have long been accustomed to the Mr. Jiucha who is talking about "Liao Zhai" on the stage.

The shopkeeper had no choice but to find Jin Sanye and ask him to help, after all, it was not a matter to make such a fuss.

Jin Sanye was not willing to help, and said: "Shopkeeper Zhuang, I'm not happy that Mr. is leaving, let's let them make trouble." ”

After hearing this, the shopkeeper Zhuang could only sigh helplessly, and then asked about Cao Fa.

After all, the teahouse can't be without a storyteller.

Jin Sandao: "Cao boy is still a lot away, but with his energy, he may be able to come to power in just half a year." ”

"Then I'll wait for half a year." The shopkeeper said.

Jin San was a little surprised when he heard this, and asked, "Then what should I do in the past six months?" The teahouse is not open? ”

Shopkeeper Zhuang said: "I won't tell you, Mr. Chen has only been in the teahouse for half a month, and in this half month alone, he has earned the silver earned by the teahouse for a whole year, so why wait for the first half of the year." ”

Jin San heard this and said, "Shopkeeper Zhuang is so courageous! Jin San admired. ”

"Jin Sanye has it, what is Zhuang Mou, it's just a shopkeeper."

Jin San also just smiled in response.

He also thought that Cao Fa could come to power sooner, of course, it would be best if Mr. Chen could come back.

Only the teahouse where Mr. Chen is located is the most interesting.

……

When Ruyi and Ping'an went to the courtyard again, they found that the door could not be opened.

From morning to night, Ruyi knocked on several doors.

The door was never opened.

She also understood at this time, and Uncle Chen was gone.

Maybe he knew that Mr. was leaving, and Ruyi was not so sad at this time.

The sunset shone into the alley.

One big and one small sat in the courtyard where the gate was closed.

Ping An turned his head to look at Sister A and asked, "Sister A, is Mr. gone?" ”

Ruyi touched his head and said, "Mr. will come back again." ”

Ping An asked, "Will we still be able to write after that?" ”

"Of course!"

Ruyi said: "When Mr. comes back, I will show Mr. ”

"Oh......"

Ping An said, he wanted to learn sword dancing from Mr.

"Let's go, let's go back."

Ruyi took Ping'an's hand and returned to the courtyard.

Wang Sanniang made baba soup and ate a big bowl safely, but Ruyi didn't eat it at all.

Wang Sanniang asked, "Don't you like to eat, why don't you eat a bite today?" ”

Ruyi shook his head and said, "Ruyi doesn't like to eat now, and I won't like to eat it in the future." ”

A child's mind is always unpredictable.

……

After a few days, Ruyi took the branch and wrote on the ground.

Her handwriting is getting better and better.

But she sighed and threw the branch on the ground.

Ruyi thought it was strange.

Uncle Chen is gone, no one has taught her anymore, and she doesn't seem to be so sad when she knows that Uncle Chen is gone.

But now when I write here, I look up from time to time, as if there is a gentleman sitting in front of me.

But where the hell is still empty.

Ruyi felt very sad, even more sad than before.

She thought of Grandpa Lou again, in previous years, Grandpa Lou would always tease her, and she would often stomp her feet in anger.

Now Grandpa Lou is gone......

Ruyi looked at the word 'Ruyi' written on the ground.

She muttered, "It's not satisfactory at all......"

Ping An heard Sister A's muttering, he thought for a while and said, "It's not safe at all. ”

Ruyi reached out and knocked on Ping'an's head and said, "You can't say that." ”

"Sister, why can't I say it?"

"For I am wishful, and you are peace."

Ping An touched his head, he didn't know what Sister A was talking about.

Sister Ah seemed to be like Uncle Chen, saying such inexplicable things.

It's weird.

…………

Cao Fa is still a guy in the teahouse, he works in the teahouse every morning, and in the afternoon he will find a secluded place to practice his voice and words, and practice until midnight.

The shopkeeper said that he was not busy now, so he asked him to concentrate on practicing, and he didn't have to be busy with the affairs of the teahouse, and the monthly money was still paid.

Cao Fa was not happy, he said that there was no reason to take the monthly money for nothing, and he didn't listen to any persuasion.

Jin Sanye has often soaked in the teahouse since then, but unlike in the past, he rarely talks to the guests of the teahouse anymore.

Many times, he was about to find a secluded place to sit on a pot of tea, with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him, so he sat quietly and thought, sometimes writing down a few words, and then paused for a long time.

And so on......

The shopkeeper Zhuang saw all this in his eyes, and he thought that Mr. Chen was chosen at random, but now it seems that Mr. Chen's vision is not bad at all.

He had never seen Jin Sanye ponder things like this.

The shopkeeper Zhuang glanced at the teahouse, and since Mr. Chen left, the business of the teahouse has really deteriorated day by day.

But no matter how bad it is, it's not worse than before, it's okay.

During this time, people kept coming to ask when Mr. Jiucha would come back.

But in the end, I couldn't find a reason.

Later, slowly no one asked.

It's only occasionally that someone mentions it, but once it is mentioned, it always goes on for a long time.

Mr. Liao's "Liao Zhai", "Painted Skin", "Liancheng", "Nie Xiaoqian", ......

Tea drinkers remember such a storyteller fondly.

The shopkeeper Zhuang is also very pleased with Mr. Chen, which is probably the most commendable thing for a storyteller.

Think about it now, the king of the south has rectified the righteous army, and Qingshan City has also settled down a lot, although there is a Xiang army guarding outside, but it has been a stalemate, and I think there will be no more war in a short time.

I thought it would settle down like this.

But it didn't take long for something to happen.

The hardest thing in the world to avoid is not war, but natural disasters!

This year, there was a great drought in the southern region, and Yuanchuan was not spared.

Originally, all the rice fields planted by Nanwang around Qingshan City had dried up, and before the Huai Order, they were already destined to have no harvest!

As far as the eye could see, there were cracks between the fields.

Yan Ruchu looked at the scene in front of him and muttered, "Isn't it the sky that is going to kill me......"

The scholar stood aside, helpless.

This great drought is not something he can solve.

This drought also completely broke the tranquility of Qingshan City.