Somehow, Yan Zixiu thought of the story of Tang Bohu ordering autumn incense.

"Thank you Brother Jiang for your advice. I don't know what the specific situation is when I enter the Jia family? ”

"There are two kinds of subordinates: one is to sell themselves into slavery, and the other is to be hired as a guest secretary such as a nurse and a Xixi with special skills. What is my brother good at? ”

Yan Zixiu had already chosen a specialty that was acceptable to mortals: "The younger brother is not talented, he knows a little about medicine, and he knows a little about playing the piano." ”

"Oh?" Mr. Huang and Jiang Dawei's interest was aroused, "I don't know if my brother can show his hand or two." If the art industry is amazing, we can recommend it together. ”

Yan Zixiu was a little hesitant: "I don't know if it will affect the meals of other guests?" ”

The innkeeper on the side hurriedly said, "Don't get in the way, there are all regular customers here, and everyone respects Mr. Huang and Brother Jiang." ”

"Okay, then I'll be ugly." Yan Zixiu took the long cloth bag and took out a six-stringed piano, that is, a guitar.

The reason why he uses a guitar is based on his current status. He is now a wandering literary and artistic young man, and playing the piano and performing is his means of livelihood. The guitar is more popular with the general public.

"What kind of instrument is this?" Mr. Huang was curious. He himself thinks that he is a cultural person, he knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he has never seen a guitar.

"It's called a six-stringed instrument."

Yan Zixiu tuned the strings and played a song "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow".

The charismatic, crystal-clear melody flowed down Yan Zixiu's fingers. A good feeling welled up from the hearts of the listeners. They seemed to see the beautiful night, dear people, bosom friends, sitting together and talking freely. It is beauty, love, hope, flowers, moonlight, and sunshine.

Published in 1956, "Evening on the Outskirts of Moscow" was originally a love song, but in the process of singing, it was sublimated into a love for all good things.

Because truth, goodness, beauty, and wisdom are the natural pursuits of all life. So such a short and uncomplicated song has become more and more popular around the world in the past half century.

This phenomenon is rare in the history of world music culture.

After playing the song, the people present were still immersed in a beautiful artistic conception.

After a long time, a round of applause rang out.

Mr. Huang praised: "Brother Yan is amazing! Amazing! The old man's ears were bright. ”

Jiang Dawei pushed his chin with his hand and closed his wide mouth: "Don't worry, brother, I guarantee that you will be hired by the Jia family." Let's go. ”

"Man, settle the score!" Mr. Huang said generously.

Yan Zixiu's current identity is a wandering literary youth, so naturally he can't pretend to be generous, so he smiled and thanked him, and didn't rush to pay the bill.

The boss waved his hand and said, "I can hear such a good song today, and I haven't worked in vain in my life." The food money for the three is free! ”

……

Mr. Huang and Jiang Dawei took Yan Zixiu and left the restaurant to go to the Jia family's compound.

The wind and snow were very strong, and the snow was so deep that it reached the knees of the three people.

"There are 40,000 or 50,000 people in our town. There used to be more, more than 100,000. You see, a lot of places are uninhabited. Jiang Dawei introduced as he walked.

Yan Zixiu looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, there were many places, the walls had collapsed, and the houses had collapsed, and they were deserted. In the slums that we passed through on the way, some people were thinly clothed, some houses had open roofs, and it was difficult to describe all kinds of hardships and hardships.

He sighed in his heart, thinking in his heart how to find an opportunity to help these poor people.

Walking through the streets, the three of them came to a large mansion.

I saw that the gatehouse was tall, the golden nails of the Zhumen, the flagpoles on the left and right were towering, the two mighty and hideous white jade lions sat on both sides, and the snow-white courtyard walls extended to both sides, and the edge could not be seen at a glance. A row of white jade stepping stones leads straight into from the gate, and the style is very magnificent.

"This is Master Jia's house, and one household occupies one-seventh of the town." Mr. Huang quietly told Yan Zixiu.

Yan Zixiu sighed secretly in his heart, the gap between the rich and the poor is too big: "What's the name of the owner?" ”

"It's called Mr. Jia."

Mr. Jia? It doesn't sound like a name. Yan Zixiu felt strange in his heart, but he didn't ask much.

There were two thickly dressed guards at the door: "Master Jiang, you're back." ”

"Yo, isn't this Mr. Huang?"

The family members looked at Yan Zixiu's old clothes again, turned their heads and didn't even want to ask.

Jiang Dawei said with a big grin: "This is the newcomer I recommend with Mr. Huang, Yan Ziling, Brother Yan." We're going to meet Master Jia! ”

Mr. Huang arched his hand.

Yan Zixiu bowed in the same way.

"Okay, please." The family was smiling. It seems that Jiang Dawei still has a certain status as a nursing home.

Jiang Huyuan took the two of them to a palatial living room. Although the living room is large, there is a charcoal fire, but it is very warm.

"You two please sit down first, and I'll report to the master."

"Okay."

Yan Zixiu took off the guitar, put it next to the wall, and sat in the living room with Mr. Huang waiting.

Jiang Dawei's departure was a quarter of an hour.

This is obviously not going well.

After a while, footsteps sounded from the back of the living room, and a somewhat panting voice said, "Old Jiang." How idle do you have to be in this matter? Don't know if more than one person wants to eat an extra bowl of rice? ”

I heard Jiang Dawei persuade again: "Master, this person is a talented genius, and his art industry is amazing, I guarantee that you like it!" Ten subordinates can't withstand one of him, and you will definitely not suffer. ”

With the voice, a tall, thin man in his fifties flashed out from behind the screen, richly dressed and dressed in mink. Jiang Dawei followed behind.

Mr. Huang hurriedly got up and saluted: "Master Jia." ”

Master Jia hummed casually, and looked Yan Zixiu up and down: "You were introduced by Lao Jiang?" ”

Mr. Huang looked embarrassed.

Yan Zixiu stood up and bowed his hand without humility or arrogance: "Under Yan Ziling." ”

You're here to beg me for a reward, and you're still dragging it like that! Master Jia was unhappy: "What will you do?" ”

Jiang Dawei's face turned red, and he felt that Master Jia really didn't give anyone face.

"I know a little about medicine and a little bit about playing the piano." Yan Zixiu still said those two sentences.

"What's the use of playing the piano? Medical Taoism? So what do you think I'm sick with? Master Jia said domineeringly.

Looking at this posture, Yan Zixiu couldn't answer a word, so he wanted to drive people out.

Of course, Yan Zixiu had already seen that there was something wrong with him, and said calmly: "Jia Dongjia is a little weak in qi, and he often can't inhale and breathe in. ”

"Oh?" Master Jia squeezed out a smile, "What did you just say, what is your name?" ”

Yan Zixiu knew that this person was used to being arrogant, so he didn't bother with him at the moment, and said again: "In Xia Yan Ziling." ”

"It turned out to be Mr. Yan. Have a seat. Come on, tea! ”

The servant brought tea.

Master Jia asked again: "Just now Mr. Yan said that he is good at it, the old man has a bad memory, what does Mr. know in addition to being good at medicine?" ”

Mr. Huang slandered on the side, where is his memory is not good, and he obviously does not pay attention to it, so he can't hear what others say.

Yan Zixiu wanted to change his words. He judged the man to be pragmatic and utilitarian. If he shows his identity as the head of the Medicine Master Sect, it is estimated that this Master Jia will kowtow immediately. Of course, this identity cannot and does not need to be revealed in front of him.

The next step is to follow Miss Gongzi of Jiafu to Raptors Villa, and if you only say that you know how to heal and can play the piano, it will not work.

Because he understands the way of medicine, he will be left in Jiafu. And the use of playing the piano for immortal cultivators, Master Jia doesn't understand.

"I was taught by the master in Xia, and I know a little about medicine, including the injuries and illnesses of immortal cultivators."

Master Jia's eyes lit up: "Oh? Could it be that Mr. Yan is also an immortal cultivator? ”

If the other party is an immortal master, then you have to quickly apologize and admit your mistake, please take a seat, and serve fragrant tea.

"Yes and no."

Mr. Jia, Mr. Huang and Jiang Dawei are all a little confused, what do you mean yes and no?

"The qualifications under the lower level are too poor, but they are the five spirit roots, that is, the waste spirit roots recognized by the immortal cultivation world. Therefore, although Master has instructed the immortal path, he is currently among the immortals. Hey, I don't know when or when I can get to the first level of Qi training. Yan Zixiu pretended to be sentimental.

Master Jia was relieved, at least this Mr. Yan would not become a competitor for his children to cultivate immortals.

Mr. Huang and Jiang Dawei were very sympathetic, but at the same time a little disappointed, I don't know when Mr. Yan will be able to reach a high level, reform the immortal cultivation world, and save the people of the world.

"Someone. Call the young master and the young lady. Master Jia thought for a while, and then said, "Miss, don't call it, just call the young master." ”

"Yes." The servant turned and went.

(End of chapter)