When the shop opened, the first guest was the owner who was qualified to collect rent, no matter how you look at it, it didn't seem to be a good sign, and I heard such a troublesome inside news, but Ning Que's mood didn't become too bad.

He believes that a man who can own the entire street shop in Chang'an City is definitely not rich or expensive or has a big backer behind him, since the owner has made a promise to himself, he will worry about the side is inevitably a little redundant, and because Lao Bizhai is the only tenant on this street, the middle-aged man generously said before leaving that he would waive the rent for three months, and this alone is enough to make the mood of the master and servant happy.

What really bothered him was the business, the bleak business like a bird, cold water and autumn like smoke.

The spring rain in Chang'an City is actually four or five days at once, it is endless, it seems that there is no head, the air is cold and the road is slippery, people are naturally reluctant to go out, this long street is now only his one shop open, the front and rear shops are closed doors, can not gather popularity, it seems more and more deserted, every day in addition to three or two pedestrians, there are only three or two sparrows jumping around on tiptoe, where can there be any business.

On the first day of opening, Ning Que hung on his lips The spring rain was as expensive as oil, and it had already become a spring rain as cheap as urine, he sat on the long circle chair and looked at the rain outside the store, sighing and sighing, if people's eyes can really have power, if he is a great cultivator who has stepped into the realm of knowing fate, probably his eyes full of resentment and resentment are enough to directly tear down the gray wall.

The middle-aged man said that there were his shops on both sides of Lane 47, but it did not include the gray wall opposite the door of Lao Bizhai, and behind the gray wall was the treasury of the Ministry of Officials and Cleaning and Transportation that needed to be expanded, which was one of the reasons why Ning Que was unhappy.

At noon, someone finally stepped into the deserted shop. It was a big-bellied rich businessman looking fat and two entourage, Ning Que thought that the person who came was not good, it might be a black-faced lobbyist invited by the imperial demolition department, it was inevitable that he was a little vigilant, and after listening to a few words, he realized that it was just two idlers who were hiding from the rain and strolling around.

Since he was an idler, Ning Que naturally didn't bother to get up to entertain, holding a lukewarm inferior red clay teapot in both hands, looking at the rain curtain outside the store, his eyes were slightly open as if he was about to fall asleep, in fact, the heart that was anxious to make money was already swollen.

The fat rich man put his face against the wall with his hands behind his back and looked at it carefully. I don't know why, in the past few days, Liao Liao's few people who have entered the old pen house have habitually put their hands behind their backs, as if they want to show that their eyesight is very good. This rich man has lived in Chang'an for a long time, and he has been vassally elegant for many years, but he has also shown some eyesight, and after looking at it for a while, he said to the entourage beside him: "Don't say it, it's such a broken place, and there are still some good words." ”

This sentence should be regarded as a compliment, but it seems a little frivolous and condescending, of course, such a tone is difficult to attract Ning Que's bosom friend's feelings, and he still sits in the circle chair and seems to be unconcerned, but in fact, his ears are pricked up, listening carefully to what the rich man will say next, looking forward to selling the first word.

"Boy, who wrote these words in the store?" asked the fat rich man, turning his head.

"I wrote it. Ning Que leaned forward slightly and responded politely.

The fat rich man didn't say anything more, and after looking at it for a while, he shook his head and sighed regretfully: "Tsk...... It's a pity, it's a pity, there are a few words that can be called beautiful, but it's a pity that the calligrapher is still young but has to forcibly pretend to be a great calligrapher. Anyway, since you have seen it in the rain today, you are lucky, San'er, take down this painting, I want it. ”

Ning Que turned to look at the three of them and asked, "This guest, I don't know how much you bid." ”

"This piece is placed outside the incense shop to set up a stall, at most it can be sold for 500 Wen, since you have the cost of the store, and I see that you are young and can be expected, I will give you two taels of silver. The rich man said with a smile.

Ning Que picked up the teapot and drank tea, put down the teapot and scolded his mother: "Get out." ”

The rich man suddenly changed color, and reprimanded angrily: "You young man, why are you so ignorant!"

"Being young is not something that can be bullied. Ning Que shook his head and responded: "Earlier, when you said that I was still young and wanted to forcibly learn the vicissitudes of the great calligrapher, I was ready to let you go, but I just wanted to see how you bid, if your bid is high enough, then it doesn't matter if I let you insult it, it's a pity that the price you offered is not enough to insult me." ”

The iron-faced rich man walked away with his entourage brushing his sleeves, and Sang Sang, who was washing vegetables with his sleeves rolled up, rushed out of the back house, looking at the backs of the three people who had long disappeared in the rain, his face was full of regret and unwillingness, and his small body stared at Ning Que who was sitting in the chair and said angrily: "Young master, that's two taels of silver!"

Selling two ink ingots and three knives of paper and paper, this is all the income of the old pen in the past few days, although the middle-aged man exempted them from three months' rent, but thinking of the terrible expenses in the academy in the future, Sang Sang couldn't sleep well every night, so it was no wonder that she was so angry with the previous scene.

Anyway, there was no business, and after lunch, Ning Que simply closed the shop, and in the name of appeasing the little maid Yan Zòng's hurt young mind, in fact, he probably just wanted to relax, so he took Sangsang through the streets and alleys to the legendary Chen Kum Kee fat powder shop for a walk, and then bought a few idle books at a place called Yubo Bookstore by the way.

The effect of distraction is very good, Sang Sang is holding a book tied with a rope in one hand, and Chen Kum Kee's fat powder box in the other, the joy on his black little face can't be hidden, Ning Que is also in a good mood, holding a big black umbrella in his right hand, and his left hand is stretched out of the umbrella edge to catch the rain, the rain hits the umbrella surface and his palm crackling, and the boots on his feet are stepping on the rain that has accumulated into a small puddle. The master and servant jumped up and down like two little sparrows, and then returned to Lane 47.

Suddenly, the black umbrella shook slightly, Ning Que stood in the rain more than ten meters away from the pavement, looking at the gray wall that was blackened by the rain, looking at the person sitting under the wall, looking at the person's dark face that was a little blue because of excessive blood loss at the moment, and the right hand holding the umbrella handle suddenly tightened.

He slammed his left foot into the puddle on the bluestone slab, splashed a splash, and all the strength in his body accumulated to his waist and abdomen, and he was ready to rush under the gray and black wall.

However, at this moment, the black-faced man covered in blood under the wall looked at him and smiled at him, and then shook his head very firmly—there was an extremely miserable wound between his chest and abdomen, his black clothes were all shattered, blood was flowing horizontally, and his bones were cracked, even those legendary great cultivators who had entered the realm of no discipline could save him.

Ning Que saw this scene and understood his determination, and then heard the dense footsteps and shouts coming from the mouth of the alley, so he slowly and clumsily withdrew his left foot, and his right hand, which was holding the handle of the umbrella, trembled violently for no reason.

"The military department is chasing the spies!

Dozens of vigorously dressed Tang Yulin soldiers rushed into the streets and alleys in the rain, surrounding Zhuoer under the corner, with solemn and vigilant expressions, and the general who led the team was obviously relieved to see Zhuoer's injuries.

The spring rain became more and more intense, washing the gray wall even darker, flowing down the wall like a stream, and quickly washing away the blood that Drow had stained on the wall.