When you enter Tsukiji, you will be greeted by a series of spacious mansions, each of which can be said to be extraordinary and heroic.

These are all built by the Jidu Chamber of Commerce at a cost of tens of thousands of dollars, and they are intended to be sold after they are all completed.

Now it is almost time to blow up the mountain to the west, and the last main mansion where the garden was built can be put up for sale.

Li Qiantang and Yan Zhuo walked one after the other, and soon walked through the mansion garden and stopped in front of a large area of ruins.

The ruins in front of them were the peaks that had been blown up with gunpowder for more than 30 days.

Originally, this mountain was 200 zhang long, but now it has been forced into ruins of less than 80 zhang, which has become more than half a halve, and even the air is filled with the unpleasant smell of gunpowder.

Seeing the cracked scene in front of him, Yan Zhuo had a toothache in anger, he looked around, and found that there was no one in front of the huge ruins, fortunately, Li Qiantang, who had good eyesight, hurriedly explained: "Yan Zhangshi, the craftsmen have all gone to look at the house behind the ruins, and I guess the little Taoist priest also went." ”

"House?" Yan Zhuo asked: "What house?" ”

Li Qiantang raised his left hand and pointed to the back of the pile of ruins, and said with a smile: "Yan is in charge, just... Just behind the ruins, as soon as the mountain peak exploded, a valley miraculously appeared out of thin air behind the mountain, and there was a large mansion in the valley, much larger than the whole garden of our mansion, and the small ones had not yet had time to see. Yan Zhangshi, didn't I tell you about it in the carriage before, haha..."

Yan Zhuo frowned, and looked in the direction that Li Qiantang was pointing, except for seeing a piece of ruins, and then there were peach blossoms falling in the wind, and nothing else was seen.

"Yan Zhangshi, why don't we go over this ruin and take a look." Li Qiantang asked.

"Hmm!" Yan Zhuo nodded impatiently: "Lead the way." ”

Not long after, Li Qiantang and Yan Zhuo set off again, choosing the lowest place in the ruins and turning over. The process can be said to be quite thrilling, there are several times when Yan Zhuo almost stepped on the air and fell, and Li Qiantang was nothing more than that. After all, this is a ruin that has just been blown up, and there are many scattered and large on it, and there is no road that can be passed.

However, the two of them finally turned over, but they were also tired and panting, sweating, especially Yan Zhuo's tired breathlessness, and sat on the ground.

Li Qiantang briefly adjusted his breath, stepped forward and bowed slightly, and said, "Yan Zhangshi, why don't we rest here first?" It's not far ahead. ”

Yan Zhuo didn't refute either, but just said breathlessly: "You.. You go....... Go and see where the little Taoist is, and then give it to ..... Called Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu couldn't walk. ”

"Yes, Yan's business." Li Qiantang nodded and said with a smile, "Then you rest here first, and the little one will come back immediately." ”

After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly in the direction of the house.

Soon after Li Qiantang left, the rich Yan Zhuo's aura finally eased a little.

At this time, he realized that the surrounding environment, although the peach blossom mountain on all sides was blown up, but still could not stop the beauty here, the petals were flying, and the birds were singing in unison, a picture did not look like a scene in the world, it seemed to be a sea of flowers where immortals lived.

Seeing this visual scene, even Yan Zhuo, who has always been known for his short temper, couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, it is rare in this life.

However, his eyes soon changed from admiration to anger, for he saw a large group of people standing in front of a huge mansion in front of him, as many as a hundred and ten.

They were all craftsmen who were responsible for the construction of the mansion garden, but Yan Zhuo was not angry when he saw these people, but because he saw two white figures that should not appear here among those craftsmen, although they were far away, the two white figures standing among the craftsmen were particularly conspicuous.

If you look closer, you will see that there are two people, a man and a woman, both wearing appropriate white robes, and there is a big "writing" written on the backs of both of them.

Writer.

The so-called responsibility of the writer is to write down the current events or news on paper, and then send it back to the pen writing hall in a thousand ways, and finally the person who writes the pen will sort out the news so that it can quickly spread all over the rivers and lakes.

This organization, which is said to be ubiquitous and omniscient, receives news from all over the world, and there is no secret that they want to know but cannot know.

At this time, one of the ordinary-looking male pen writers was holding a black pen in his right hand, and he was looking at the rice paper in his left hand to write the description of another female pen writer.

From the beginning when the Jidu Chamber of Commerce finally exploded the mountain, to the emergence of a peach blossom valley out of thin air behind the ruins, and then to the rain falling mountain villa in the valley, every detail is described very well.

Soon, a piece of rice paper was written, and the male writer made the pen in his hand lightly on the paper, and the rice paper turned into a flying paper butterfly, flapped its wings and flew away.

The female writer pointed to the stream ahead, "So let's go ahead..."

"Who told you to write the writer here?" The female writer was about to go to the front to write about the stream, but suddenly a questioning voice with a little anger came.

The two writers looked back and found a fat man with a fat body shaking his whole body and staggering step by step, looking like he was going to eat people.

It is the head of the Jidu Chamber of Commerce, Yan Zhuo.

But for some reason, the sight of this female writer made her eyes bloom with an incomprehensible brilliance.

At this time, not only the eyes of the two writers were attracted to the past, but also those craftsmen who were enjoying the beautiful scenery and feeling the fragrance of the flowers on their faces were also awakened by Yan Zhuo's voice, and even Li Qiantang, who was looking for a little Taoist priest not far away, also looked over.

Seeing that it was Yan Zhuo, who was in charge, the scene instantly became silent.

"Writer?" At this time, Li Qiantang saw the two writers over there, and he couldn't help but panic a little in his heart, and muttered in a low voice: "How did they get in?" ”

Although Li Qiantang's voice was as small as a mosquito's call, it was still heard by the young craftsman on the side, and he whispered: "Steward Li, I heard them say that those two writers seem to have climbed in from the stone ditch under the mansion. ”

"Stone canal?" Li Qiantang was taken aback, and he couldn't imagine that the current writer would not hesitate to climb the dirty stone canal for the news, and he was really desperate.

He didn't think much about it anymore, and hurriedly ran over. He knew that why Yan Zhangshi was so angry when he saw the writer envoy, it was because some time ago, there was a writer who maliciously made up the mountain, saying that the Jidu Chamber of Commerce had offended the gods in the sky, and the mountain that had been blown up for more than 30 days could not be blown up.

In short, the writing is as bad as it is, although the writer later came out to clarify that it was not their writer, but it still affected the credibility of the Jidu Chamber of Commerce.

The Chamber of Commerce lost a large amount of silver, so in order to prevent such a writer from writing maliciously again, it sent black-clothed guards with knives to watch near the garden of the mansion, and no idle people were allowed to enter.

Because of this incident, Li Qiantang was also deducted from his monthly money for several months, and Yan Zhuo was also fined and had to watch in front of the construction site every day.

"Yan Zhuo?" The female writer looked at Yan Zhuo's eyes coldly.

Yu Ran leaned forward and reminded in a low voice, "Sister Liuxi, Yan Zhangshi already knows that we are coming in, so this posture is not good." ”

"It's okay! You write well, and I'll take care of the rest. The female writer called Willow Creek said lightly.

Soon Yan Zhuo stepped forward and said angrily: "You are deaf, Lao Tzu will ask you again, who let you in?" Didn't you know that Tsukiji doesn't let people wait for people to enter? ”

Xia Liuxi barely squeezed out a smile: "Yan Zhangshi, I know that some time ago, someone pretended to be a person from our pen hall to write fake news, which caused your chamber of commerce to lose some credibility. But Yan Zhangshi, we are really the writers of the pen hall, and we will definitely write according to what we see, and we will never do anything that is nothing, you don't have to worry. ”

After speaking, Xia Liuxi took out a white sign with the word 'writing' carved on it and handed it over.

But Yan Zhuo didn't look at it and knocked it to the ground, "I don't care if you are true or not, get out of here immediately." ”

"You?" As soon as these words came out, Yu Ran on the side couldn't help but say: "Yan Zhangshi, it's okay if you want us to go, but what you said is inevitably too rude, right?" ”

Yan Zhuo was immediately angry when he heard this, stepped forward and grabbed Yu Ran's collar, and said, "Boy, am I not convinced by what you say?" Know who I am? When Lao Tzu licked the blood at the tip of the knife, you didn't even have any hair, so be polite with me here, do you think you are qualified? ”

When he said the last sentence, Yan Zhuo's ruthlessness was deliberately aggravated.

Yu Ran's face turned blue with fright.

At this time, Li Qiantang hurried over to separate the two. But Yan Zhuo still put down a sentence: "Hurry up, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you." ”

The words are all here, and Li Qiantang, as the steward of the mansion garden, is not easy not to rush people, but he still said kindly and politely: "I'm sorry, the two writers please leave." ”

Xia Liuxi and Yu Ran glanced at each other, as if they had no intention of leaving.

"Li Qiantang, what nonsense are you talking to them!" Yan Zhuo on the side was a little anxious when he heard this, raised his hand and pointed at a few craftsmen next to him, and shouted, "What are you guys doing in a daze? Don't hurry up and get these two people out of Lao Tzu. ”

The few craftsmen who were pointed out were stunned at first, and then looked at each other, and they were also confused in their hearts.

However, complaining is complaining, and several people quickly took action, grabbing, dragging and dragging in the direction of the ruins, after all, this is Yan Zhang's matter, and they have to listen.

At this time, Li Qiantang was very aware of the seriousness of the current situation, but he couldn't stop it, so he could only remind a few craftsmen on the side: "Slow down, be careful."

Yan Zhuo didn't care about anything, the sultry in his heart was the most important thing at the moment, and he was bent on driving away the two writers, and the scene was very noisy and chaotic.

But at this moment, the three beast head gates of the Yuluo Villa, which made everyone present very curious, suddenly opened.