At this time, there were already many diners in the lobby, most of whom knew each other well and were chatting nonsense.

Zhang San picked up the table in the back and sat down, only to hear a man with a Henan accent at the next table say: "Did everyone see the dead man last night!" Another Shandong man with a Jiaodong accent continued: "Why didn't you see it, I was asleep, and I heard the boss's sound, and I also thundered a lot, which scared me." Later, I figured something wrong, and I looked at the window, and guess what I was looking at? The two of them called Hanako to fight. Good guy, that's really exciting, the two of them 'bang, bang', the dead flower is amazing, just 'click' a kick, and put the other one there. As he spoke, he sat down on a stool and gestured with his feet outstretched.

Someone around asked, "Then why are you still dead?" The Shandong man continued: "Yes, he kicked that piece of flower, and I don't know what that flower said, I didn't see it too clearly last night in a daze, anyway, I suddenly fell to the ground, and began to roll on the ground when I was done. Everyone exclaimed, Zhang San knew that they were talking about the two beggars last night, smiled and stopped listening, and beckoned the shopkeeper to ask for rice porridge and pickles, and the shopkeeper came to see him, and asked with a smile: "Did the guest officer sleep well last night?" Zhang San looked up at him and saw that the shopkeeper was a man of forty or fifty years old, so he politely replied: "It's okay." The shopkeeper smiled: "The guest officer drank a lot of wine last night, and the small shop was closed when he got here, and it was the bedroom where the small guest officer went." "It turns out that this guy is the husband of last night.

Zhang San looked at him for a long time, but he didn't remember, he was a little embarrassed, so he planned to take out some scattered silver taels as a reward for him.

The shopkeeper knew his intentions, wiped the table with a smile, and poured him another bowl of tea. Zhang San touched it in his arms for a long time, but he didn't touch the silver two, and he wanted to touch the silver ticket, but he couldn't find it.

I secretly screamed in my heart: "It's bad, eighty percent of them were drunk yesterday and were burglarized." Thinking of being robbed, his heart tightened, and he touched it carefully, and saw that the ring given by Wu Jingyi was still there, so he secretly sighed.

Since that day, Wu Jingyi taught him the ring of the head of the family, and he has worn the ring on his hand. But later, walking in the rivers and lakes, I always felt that something was wrong, so I simply took it off and put it in my arms to preserve, thinking that I would take it out when I got to the snow mountain to understand the situation clearly.

He was always suspicious of his own head, and he didn't dare to mention it to others, let alone take out the ring and put it on.

At this time, he looked up and saw that the shopkeeper was looking at him, his heart was anxious, and he was in a cold sweat, thinking: "It doesn't matter if you don't give the reward money, if you don't even have to give the store money, then what if you don't have to give it." He was thinking wildly, but he touched a piece of paper in the mezzanine of his clothes, and he was happy: "Isn't it that the silver ticket has not been lost?"

Zhang San handed the white paper to the shopkeeper and asked him if he knew the words on it, and the shopkeeper smiled: "The little one has never read a book." Zhang San felt a little regretful, and the shopkeeper said: "The shopkeeper is not here today, otherwise he would be literate." If the guest officer doesn't mind, find someone to read to the guest officer. Zhang San nodded and thanked him, and the shopkeeper saw that Zhang San was dressed in a gentlemanly style and had a chic temperament, but he was illiterate, so he shook his head unconsciously, and turned around to find a literate person at another table.

Sure enough, after a while, someone was brought over. Zhang San saw that the man was sixty or seventy years old, looking like an old pedant, and the shopkeeper introduced: "This is the teacher in our town." Zhang San hurriedly got up and said respectfully: "There is Mr. Lao." The old pedant twisted his beard, his eyes seemed to be open, and he said: "If a young man does not study, how can he be a pillar of the country." Seeing that Zhang San was a little embarrassed, the shopkeeper made a round and said, "Sir, you can help this guest officer take a look." The old pedant raised his hand and said, "Bring it." Zhang San handed over the blank paper, only to hear the old scholar read slowly: "My brother...... Zhang San, well. As soon as he said a sentence, the diners around him fell silent and turned their heads to look at him.

The old scholar continued: "Brother Nai...... Flying. Elder brother...... But, do you remember the Chen family's ......incident? After the brother counted, the brother used it in the past few days, and the silver tattoo was ...... One hundred taels. Remaining...... Seven hundred and two brothers have taken it away, and the younger brother has only taken the wealth, and the side things are ...... Not...... Every minute. Presumably...... Brother coincidence, snowy mountain...... Ring, I hope to put it away...... Elder brother...... Do not...... Concern, brother...... Steal...... St., Cloud...... Fly...... Yang. The old scholar shook his head and finished reading, but before everyone could react, Zhang San had already heard it sweating, it turned out that the silver was stolen by Yun Feiyang.

The **** two of them ran all the way with Chen Rongying on their backs in order to get the reward, Yun Feiyang had been leading, but when they were about to reach Chen's mansion, Zhang San made a trick, and then they won.

Yun Feiyang shouted at that time that the silver was owed to him by Zhang San, and he would have to return it sooner or later. Zhang San thought about it and smiled bitterly, the shopkeeper reacted at this time, and asked on the side: "You don't have any money?" The attitude is very different from just now.

Zhang San's face was red for a while, white for a while, so he was not embarrassed, and it took a long time before he nodded and said, "Uncle, my silver was taken by a friend." Everyone laughed, and some joked on the side: "I wore Si Swenwen, but I didn't expect to be stupid, people take your money, and you are still a friend." Some said, "It's strange that you have to be literate, it's a big fool!" and the crowd laughed again. Zhang San looked at the shopkeeper with a red face, but the shopkeeper was a little unbearable, and asked, "Take a good look at it, do you have any silver on you?" Zhang San searched inside and out a few times, and finally shook his head and said in a low voice: "Indeed, no." The shopkeeper sighed and said, "The shopkeeper is not here, and I can't be the master, what do you say?" Everyone gossiped, some of them sincerely came up with ideas, and some of them were sarcastic and prickly to watch the excitement, and finally the old pedant made a suggestion: "It's better to let him use this shirt to pay for the store." The shopkeeper looked at Zhang San, Zhang San was a little dazed at this time, he was despised since he was a child, but it was difficult to accept it from the sky to the ground like this, not to mention that he was like a brother when the clouds were flying, and he was at a loss for the separation last night, but he didn't expect it to be a trap, he was like a slap on the head at the moment, how could he accept it.

When he saw that the shopkeeper asked him, he had no idea in his heart, so he nodded and assumed that he agreed. At that moment, the shopkeeper took Zhang San to the backyard, found him a coarse cloth shirt that he usually wears, and waited for Zhang San to take off his clothes, and then handed it to him and asked him to change it.

Finally, he patted Zhang San on the shoulder and told him to go out through the back door, so that no one in the hall would make fun of him again.

In just one day, Zhang San changed from a handsome boy to a beggar. This encounter made him realize that the hearts of the people in the world are sinister, he walked in steps, not thinking about Pei Manzhen, not thinking about the Snow Mountain School, not distinguishing between east and west, north and south, thinking that the earth is vast, I am alone, let me drift all over the world, and when I live for the end, I will die if I lie down everywhere.

Less than a month after he left home, it seemed as if several years had passed. He has tasted the warmth and coldness of the world for more than a month, and now he only feels that the world is only like floating clouds, whether others value it or despise it, what does it have to do with me.

At a young age, he became cynical and cynical. One day I came to a wild place, and as far as the eye could see, there were dead trees and grass, and the wind was blowing, and the long grass was blowing undulating, and suddenly the sound of hooves in the west was faint, and the smoke was rising, and after a while, dozens of wild horses galloped eastward, and swept beyond Lixu.

Seeing the wild horses galloping through the wasteland, free and easy, Zhang San couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy, looking at the plains, galloping away, only to feel that the world is wide, unhindered.