When the two of them walked into the city, the city did not look like a city.

The crowd was like a rally, and the jugglers who joined in the excitement were all involved.

After thinking about it, Li Shuishan understood what the old man said: People in big cities are richer, and they can make more money by coming here to play.

Li Shuishan saw a person passing by, holding a baked cake in his hand, and the smell of the baked cake reached his nose. He inhaled sharply, his heart trembling, and his belly was already drumming.

He swallowed.

The storyteller looked at him and said, "Is there any money?"

Li Shuishan shook his head, the only piece of silver taels was also paid to the old man by drinking wine at the time-honored restaurant in Taiping Town, and the source of this silver tael was Jiang Lan's half-month's salary paid in advance. But in his memory, it seems that he has only done less than ten days of work, but he can't remember the details, but he still remembers Jiang Lan's different face and that temperament.

He has a lot of memories that he can't remember......

He honestly replied to the storyteller: "No, I'm all gone." ”

The storyteller pondered for a long time, dug it into his sleeve for a long time, and finally waved his hand. But it didn't take long for his hands to be closed, and he rubbed them tightly, and with a breath of energy, smoke rose from his hands, like a trick.

The palm of the hand, which was originally yellow and thin, was covered in smoke. His expression gradually solidified, as if he couldn't remember many things. He slapped his forehead and said, "I remember." ”

As he uttered a few mantras, the smoke in his hand turned yellow. When he opened his hand, it was two pennies, and said with a smile:

"This thing can't teach you. ”

Li Shuishan was stunned, and just like that, he saw the storyteller holding the two coins in his hand, in front, and walking with his head held high. At this time, when there was time to eat, his eyes were extremely good, and he went to the shop on the other side.

There are two shops selling baked cakes, one with the slogan that you don't want money if you don't eat it, and the other is to try it before you buy it, and then the storyteller chooses one of them.

Taste before you buy.

He picked up a piece of the boss divided into ten pieces, each piece was only two fingers wide, and it seemed that the boss was a man with a tight hand and a little care. But I'm a little smart, I'm afraid that I can't compete with the baked cake shop next to me. This move made Li Shuishan see that it did have a little effect, but it was only on an equal footing with the one next to him.

The storyteller doesn't care about the shortcomings of this pancake, or how it tastes different from the one next to it. He was so hungry that he couldn't control his mouth for the slightly fragrant pancake, so he picked up a piece and chewed it carefully in his mouth.

After eating a few pieces, it seemed that he didn't taste anything, and took a few more pieces, which was exactly nine out of ten pieces and went directly to his stomach. The boss looked at the thin yellow gray-robed old man, and felt a little afraid.

It wasn't that he was afraid that he would eat this small piece of bread, but that he had eaten so much that his eyes were circled, and he choked or fell in front of his business stall because he had eaten a little too much.

The boss who sold the baked cakes had a blue face, but he was embarrassed to drive away the storyteller, and his mouth trembled:

"Slow down, I've got it here. ”

Waiting for the last piece of bread to reach his mouth, he handed out a penny, looked at the boss excitedly and said:

"A piece of bread. ”

The boss looked a little weird, took a penny from the old man's hand, flipped it in his hand, and put it in the wooden cabinet where he saved the money.

"Well said. ”

The boss can't blame anyone, wait for the storyteller to take the cake. Li Shuishan waited behind him for a long time, but his expression was strange, and he admired this old man who "walked thousands of miles" in his heart.

In just these few days, there can be a little difference, the first time I saw the storyteller, I looked at the storyteller with a silent face, and I could speak. And the next time I saw him, he was full of questions about Li Shuishan, and he also felt unfamiliar from "a few miles". In the past few days, Li Shuishan has sincerely admired that he is a walking Taoist, a juggler who can change everywhere, and an old man who can bend and stretch.

He threw the cake in Li Shuishan's hand with one hand, rubbed his palm, and turned around to go to another bakery.

The banner of this baked cake shop is "no money if it's not delicious", and there are a bunch of people around this shop, and the clothes they wear are not as watery as the sunflowers in Qingshui City, and the style of the two bouquets of flower arrangements has a different feeling.

When they shook their bodies, they could hear the silver taels on their bodies, and they could carry a small treasure bag in it, just like a rich man's house, walking slowly with their steps, but they didn't know if they were from this big city across the mountain, and how could this rich man gather around a stall selling baked cakes, talking and laughing.

Just like a little Taoist priest who has just come down the mountain, he is extremely curious about everything.

In just half an hour, a group of people in front of them rushed up and left the place. The storyteller smiled and said:

"Boss, come on. ”

The owner of the shop replied with a smile to the storyteller, because in the dustpan covered with a white cloth, there were two pieces of bread, one of which had just been taken out and put outside, and the other was lying flat under the cloth without much heat, slightly revealing a corner.

The boss picked up the not too hot pancake below, wrapped it lightly in paper, and handed it to the storyteller. The storyteller picked up the hot bread and ate it in his mouth for a few bites, but his face was not good.

There was a hint of strangeness in his eyes.

The boss didn't dare to say anything, just stared wide-eyed. At this time, I remembered that this cake had been down for a long time and had not been sold, so I felt uncomfortable, and there were more people who wanted to buy it later.

The boss was a little scared.

He picked up another piece of hot biscuit, wrapped it in paper, stuffed it into the storyteller's arms, and urged, "That piece is really not tasty, this piece is for you." ”

Following the footsteps of the storyteller, he left the place and went to the mouth of an alley.

......

By the bridge, the uncle who teased the bird straddled the fence.

On the contrary, he felt that on the road, at home, or a place to rest, it was not as free as this water's edge.

The bird in his hand was a parrot with a hint of remorse, and finally a worm in its mouth, but its eyes were lowered to look at the old man with a black hat.

He seemed to hate the parrot to death, and said, "I raised you well a few days ago, and left a little bit of any delicious tribute in your mouth." That day, when you were talking about business, you kept saying a few words I said. These few words make you remember it so deeply in your mind, but after the third son of the city lord came, you raised your tail and said in your throat. My little ancestor. ”

The old man put him directly on the water like this, and the parrot said in his mouth: "I am your uncle." Scared to death uncle, scared uncle to death. ”

His face was pale, and he was about to let go and let the parrot sink in the water, and life would be worse than death.

A figure appeared, holding a green fruit in his hand.

With juice in his mouth, he said to the old man: "I don't disagree with this business, but you have to show a little sincerity." If you don't want this parrot, give it to me, and I'll take it back to make soup." ”

As soon as the old man heard the young man's face, he immediately returned to the small pavilion. He bowed down to the young man, and then sat on the stone bench calmly, waiting for the young man's next move.

The young man said, "You say, if I agree to your business, what will my father say when he sees it?" You know, my father was a strong man, and he wasn't very human, and he only needed to kill you once. You probably don't need to live one night longer. ”

The old man looked nervous, but he still spoke: "I can make a guarantee to you, if your father knows, I will make a decision about this matter, and I will go to the city with me, and enjoy the glory and wealth with the ghosts." ”

After the young man finished eating the green fruit in his hand, his heart was full of waves, but it was difficult to give an answer.

"But the conditions you have given are too simple for me to agree. If it is a little better, I will think about it and give you an answer. ”

The old man agreed.

The parrot called out on the stone table, "Your uncle, this is your uncle." ”

The young man took out a short knife engraved with peony flowers from his hand, and there were still blood stains on it, he handed the knife to the old man, who caught it, and put the parrot in his hand in front of him for a while, and said, "Shut up." ”

......

The mouth of the alley in the distance.

Li Shuishan and the storyteller finished eating the baked cakes and walked around.

They have an extraordinary bearing because they are almost full of food. Standing at the wind outlet on another street corner, blowing a cold wind, Li Shuishan's teeth chattered. The storyteller was bold, and immediately clasped his hands on his chest and stood still.

This alley is like the old woman's alley in Taiping Town, Li Shuishan didn't walk carefully, but he went to the side on the way to the pottery hall, and the old woman. Standing at the tuyere and selling tofu made his vague memory a lot clearer.

A few people walked here, carrying food for the winter, and they were just middle-aged people with white hair, who had black circles under their eyes because of lack of sleep.

They cried out, "If we don't get through, let us pass." ”

Li Shuishan was squeezed aside, looking at their majestic muscles, with a resolute look, while they were lightly dressed.

The storyteller asked, "Where is this going to be sent?"

A middle-aged man who answered him just opened his mouth wide, and he didn't know what to say, and the last man came over and said: "He is a little barbarian, you don't have to care, there is only the city lord's mansion here, and the grain depot will store grain, and the rest of the people have already prepared food for the winter." ”

"And these grains are the taxes they pay, and they collect them twice a year, once for money and once for the winter. I don't know what to do with so much food in this house, as long as there is money to make money, we will do it. ”

The storyteller nodded and told them to go first.

After leaving, Li Shuishan looked at the storyteller: "You said that barbarian, where he came, why have I never seen it." And he is short in stature, and he doesn't have any sense of combat effectiveness, but he still has the strength to resist a bag of grain. ”

Li Shuishan learned to speak from the little man, "Angang~"

......

This chapter, lighten the atmosphere.

The foreshadowing in front may be more boring, be patient and watch it, and the back will be very exciting.