From the Great Sui to the Old Tang Dynasty, the Central Plains changed hands and then to the current Qiyuan, the canal waterway has always been the lifeblood of the royal family. Qiyuan followed the old Tang Dynasty to build the capital Tai'an, which was far away from the rich land in the south of the Yangtze River, and there was still the northern Xinjiang overhead, so the maintenance of the canal was very important, especially the Grand Canal built by the hands of Emperor Yang of the Great Sui, which almost exhausted the national strength.

Zhang Fuxing went south along the river, and what he saw along the river was the smooth communication and economic prosperity brought by the canal, and he naturally thought of the situation when hundreds of thousands of people worked hard to dig it.

As winter approached, the business of the restaurants on the banks of the river did not get colder.

Dozens of brothers shouted trumpets on the riverbank, and pulled the big boats across the shallow waters, and then went to the thatched hut where the restaurant was in full swing, and warmed the stomach with a plate of side dishes and a few taels of thin wine, and the days passed day by day.

It is said that there are many strange people in the market, and this young man in the wine shop can be counted as one.

Every day, people come and go from the south to the north is like the endless muddy water in the canal, the young man has done nearly ten years of work in the wine shop, and he has seen nearly ten years of all kinds of ushering in the send-off, and in his early twenties, he has developed a delicate mind, who comes, can know the rich and poor at a glance, can guess the warm and cold character with both eyes, and can come forward to say the words into the hearts of others before the three eyes are finished. So, don't look at the young man who is just a young man who works and runs errands in the wine shop, and the silver he gets on weekdays can fill a money bag.

The guy is competent and the boss is generous. If it is placed on those who are easy to be jealous, maybe you will have to squeeze a sum on the guy, the boss is rich, and the heart is also loose, selling thin wine and tea, greeting and sending off all kinds of ghosts and gods, making more and less money are also going with fate, but I often hear the mother-in-law at home complain that the price has risen recently, and I won't say it explicitly, just knock from the side, the boss can only pretend to be stupid at this time, but the next day will still honestly buy all the things that should be added to the house.

Living a life is not about accommodating each other and tolerating each other.

As usual, the liquor store opened its doors early, but strangely enough, there were not many people in the morning, and by noon it was still dark, and after a while cold snow fell.

The guy hurriedly moved the guy outside the door into the house, and saw that the boss who was settling accounts dozed off with his chin on his left hand, and he was playful for a while, so he ran outside to brush a handful of fresh snow, and held a snow ball in his hand, and stuffed it into the neckline while the boss was not paying attention, and the boss woke up with a cold snow ball, and cursed again.

At this moment, a sudden cold wind rushed into the house, and the cotton door curtain was lifted with a hula, and the man saw that it was an old Taoist priest with a clean hat and a burden on his shoulder entering the house, so he hurriedly took a few steps to greet him.

"Master Dao, please inside, this ghost weather, the sky is still clear, and it will snow in a blink of an eye, sit down and drink a cup of hot tea to warm up your body, rest your feet, our shop doesn't look big, and it is also very famous on the edge of this hundred-mile river." ”

The guy is clever and eloquent, and he doesn't leak a few words, since the guests who entered the store felt warm, and they also touted their own small shop by the way.

After the old Taoist priest entered the store, he took off the hat that blocked most of his face, and it was Zhang Fuxing, who resigned from Tai'an as a national teacher.

Zhang Fuxing glanced at the shopkeeper with a smile on his face, and could see that he was an extremely smart young man.

The man deliberately took Zhang Fuxing to sit next to the carbon basin, Zhang Fuxing stood the hat next to the table leg, and the thin layer of snow that fell on the hat immediately melted, merged into a number of water droplets gathered together and finally flowed on the clean ground.

"Dao Ye, are you from the north?"

The guy brought boiling water over to make tea for Zhang Fuxing, and the bottom of the pot was covered with a thick layer of cheap tea leaves, even so, until a pot of hot water was filled, a slight aroma of tea came out of the pot.

"I'm a native of Jiangnan, but how do you know I'm from the north?"

Zhang Fuxing poured himself a cup of hot tea, and after taking a sip of it, he felt the warmth flowing down his throat to his stomach, and it was really hard to hurry.

"Master Dao, your accent sounds like a Jiangnan person, but the hat you wear, hehe, the kind made of sorghum stalks, is very rare in our south. ”

"Haha, yes, this hat is just as the little brother said. ”

This is the cleverness of the small people in the market, the shopkeeper is meticulously observant, and it can be seen from the hat that Zhang Fuxing is coming from the north.

The shopkeeper is very good at talking, helping to finish the tea but not leaving, standing on the side and talking aimlessly.

It's not that Zhang Fuxing is proud of his identity, it's that he is really not very good at talking to people, so it has always been the shopkeepers who are talking, and Zhang Fuxing is not easy to pick people, and the scene is stiff for a while.

In the end, the guy may have said that he was also a little tired, and once again showed a little hesitation before leaving to work on himself.

The boss behind the counter can see clearly, and he knows best what his own guy is like.

The young man has been reluctant to leave from that Daoye, just to ask for some reward from that Daoye, but this Daoist is also a wonderful person, I really don't know if he really can't understand, or deliberately pretending to be confused, but he doesn't mean to pay for it.

In the end, the guy had to leave in a huff.

The wind and snow were getting stronger outside, and Zhang Fuxing held the teacup and walked out the door.

Wudang has not returned for many years, and Senior Brother Zhang Mingjun has sent letters many times, almost every time he praises Mu Sanqian, a closed disciple brought from Disha, but at the same time he is faintly worried.

When he finally waited for the right time to resign from the position of national teacher, his little nephew who had never met was already put in the position of herald and forced to leave Wudang.

In this world, it is always unconvincing to use a coincidence, and it is even more difficult to be willing.

"This old Taoist priest is dressed like a human dog, but he doesn't even give a reward, and he thinks that the Taoist priests who come from the north are rich masters, but he didn't expect that there are also stingy poor ghosts. ”

The guy who couldn't get the reward from Zhang Fuxing was obviously unhappy, and muttered a few words in a low voice when he wiped the table next to him.

These two sentences were not loud, but they were just heard, and the boss didn't think that this young man would say such things because he didn't get a reward, so he squeaked and stared at the guy fiercely.

The guy also realized that he was a little too straightforward, and just wanted to justify himself, but he didn't expect that the Taoist master who didn't speak much could hear it clearly.

Zhang Fuxing got up and walked up to the man, and just as he was about to speak, he thought of something, reached out and took out a few times in his sleeve, and finally pinched out a piece of broken silver.

"A Taoist priest from the north has come, tell me that the silver is yours. ”