Chapter 3 Poems in Restaurants

In the year 670 of the Eastern Yuan calendar, the border between the Tang Empire and the Great Xia Empire in Xizhou was in the middle of summer, and the weather suddenly changed for half a month of heavy snow, and the border was covered with snow.

A horse-drawn carriage galloped on the pipes, and the official road was lined with dense jungle. The coachman pulled the carriage to the side of the road with the reins.

"Ah Fu, how to stop. A middle-aged dissatisfied voice came from inside the car.

"The shopkeeper, a child fainted on the side of the road. The coachman Ah Fu said respectfully.

"What's the matter with us, keep on our way. There was a shouting from inside the car.

Although Ah Fu had the heart to save people, he had no choice but to sigh and prepare to drive away.

"Wait, it's a boy or a girl. ”

"It's a boy. ”

"Then bring it, it just so happens that the restaurant lacks a handyman. ”

When Han Tongwen woke up, it was already late at night: "Did I survive?"

Thinking of his parents and those simple people on Han Lao Zhuangzi, Han Tongwen, who didn't know what sadness was, burst into tears!

"Are you awake?" Ah Fu hurriedly brought a bowl of chicken soup, "Drink it quickly, your body is weak and replenished, I'll go and see if the guests have anything left to eat for you." ”

Han Tongwen was indeed hungry, so he took the chicken soup and drank it all.

"Since you are still alive, then live well, and you can't waste this life. Han Tongwen thought.

After a while, Ah Fu came back full of joy, "Your kid is lucky, you have a good mouth, it just so happens that the guest still has half a chicken left." ”

Han Tongwen was so hungry that he didn't say that it was left over from someone else's eating, and he took the chicken and gobbled it up for a while, until he couldn't swallow it anymore, and the chicken at this time was only a pitiful few pieces of meat. Ah Fu didn't dislike it, and then sucked it with relish.

"Little brother, my name is Ah Fu, what's your name. ”

"My name is Han Tongwen. ”

"Han Tongwen, good name!" Ah Fu didn't know what was good, but it didn't sound so cheesy, but it was good after all.

"What about your parents, why are you lying alone on the official road, if it weren't for the discovery of my shopkeeper, you would have died by now. ”

"Thank you Brother Afu and the shopkeeper, my parents died, in that snowstorm in July. ”

Han Tongwen's heart is like a knife, and he doesn't understand why God is always taking away his best things, this life is like this, and this life is like this, am I destined to be lonely in two lives?

"This dog's thief, I heard the shopkeeper say that this heavy snow froze to death millions of Xizhou people, and even the Western Army died more than 100,000, but don't be afraid, the shopkeeper said, you will be a handyman in our Qingting Restaurant in the future, although there is no salary, but at least you can survive. Ah Fu said.

From Ah Fu's mouth, Han Tongwen knew that this world was not what Han Da Hammer said, the pot was the sky, and Xizhou was the existence of a circle smaller than the sky. There are five empires in this world, but Ah Fu only knows the names of two of them, the Tang Empire and the Great Xia Empire, two empires that are mortal enemies of each other. Xizhou belongs to the Tang Empire and is the border with the Great Xia Empire, and he is now in Jingyuan City, the capital of Huizhou in the Great Xia Empire.

Han Tongwen got up early before dawn the next day, practiced some simple ancient martial arts, sat cross-legged and practiced, Han Tongwen chose Xiao Wuxianggong as the internal strength of the practice, because Xiao Wuxianggong is the most neutral, his current body can not withstand those domineering mental methods, and Xiao Wuxianggong is not visible, there is no trace, you can hide yourself well, and you can imitate the moves of the martial artists in this world, so that you don't look so different.

Han Tongwen's nickname is a ghost talent, any martial arts can be touched, this actually stems from the purple qi in his body, and the speed of any exercise will increase by a hundred times when it passes through that purple qi, which is why he can reach the top of the super at the age of twenty.

Han Tongwen actually just wants to enjoy a happy life with his parents quietly, enjoy the trivialities of life, and then quietly enjoy death, but he has to work hard to practice now, in his previous life, even if it is a civilized 21st century, it is difficult for people to live well, not to mention being in this era of ignorance, the longer they are from the era of civilization, the more they believe in the law of the jungle, the strong survive and the weak are eliminated.

When Ah Fu got up, Han Tongwen had already finished cultivating, "It's really early, Tongwen." ”

"Well, I can't sleep and get up. ”

"Let's go and eat. ”

The restaurant is divided into three floors, the lower floor is the lobby, the upper floor is the private room, the third floor is sightseeing, Qingting Restaurant is close to the big lake, the big lake is called Qingting, across several states, the scenery is naturally good, the idea is very good, but the business is too bad. At breakfast, he met the other three people in the restaurant, the chef Dagui, the little second dog who ran the hall, and the chubby middle-aged shopkeeper Zhao Guangcai. Zhao Guangcai is not a good person, he rescued Han Tongwen just to have one more free labor, and he brought Entu to report. Han Tongwen had a lot of food because he practiced martial arts, and Zhao Guangcai looked at him with a dark face

"After eating so much food, I cut all the firewood behind the kitchen after eating. ”

"Shopkeeper, he's still ......" Ah Fu was reprimanded as soon as he wanted to speak.

"That's. ”

"Good shopkeeper. Han Tongwen did not refuse.

Han Tongwen, who is already eleven years old, is the same as thirteen or fourteen years old, he is not so thin, and it is not very difficult to chop wood and carry water with Xiao Wuxianggong's internal strength. In the past two months, Han Tongwen's body has also become stronger, and his Xiao Wuxiang Gong has also progressed very quickly, and then he has practiced some simple martial arts, and the progress is also terrifying. In the past two months, the business of Shunlai Restaurant has not been very good, and it is even a little deserted, only Liao Liao and a few people sit in the lobby. Han Tongwen asked Ah Fu privately, Ah Fu said that people here prefer to go to Moon Tower, Ah Fu's eyes are full of envy, because where there are many scholars, you can chant poems against it, if I want to do chores in Moon Tower. In fact, the people of this world are just like in their previous lives, pursuing fame and fortune, and they like to be vassals and elegant. Every empire respects various academics, although the academic schools are diverse, the level is uneven, it is to lead to the situation of Wensheng and elegance, the trend is led by scholars regardless of the dynasty, as long as they can attract these scholars, business will naturally be good, and Qingting Restaurant is not worthy of being called a scholar even if it is the shopkeeper's knowledge. Han Tongwen has a strategy, although the shopkeeper is not good to himself, but after all, he saved his life, and he owes him both emotion and reason. Han Tongwen summoned Ah Fu, there was just a shoddy fake painting hanging on the wall of the lobby of the restaurant, Han Tongwen asked Ah Fu to tear it down, although Ah Fu was afraid of the shopkeeper

Hey, but seeing Han Tongwen's sworn appearance, he still demolished it. Han Tongwen took pen and ink from the counter again

"Can you write?" Ah Fu was surprised, knowing that in this era, those who can write are literate people, which is the patent of the children of rich families.

"Well, I learned from my master when I was a child. Han Tongwen said that stepping on the table and lifting the pen, writing poems for the restaurant This is not something ordinary people can do, if the poem is good, it can be a blockbuster, if the level is not at home, it will be ridiculed by the visitors, and the name will stink on the street. Han Tongwen thought about it, and Mr. Fang Weng, who is known as Jun Shi as pure gold, has no reason to lose to such an illiterate world. Han Tongwen raised the pen, wrote with his right arm, walked the dragon and snake, drew the silver hook with iron, and wrote the brush words by the strength of the wrist and shoulder, and a sticker became sweaty everywhere.

Wisdom Ruoyu walks the water, and the road is like a cattle.

A few spring dreams, a vague boat.

What is the benefit of worrying about things, and getting drunk and resting.

The green curtain boasted of the beauty of the wine, and the resumption of the upstairs.

The shopkeeper sighed, the business became more and more deserted, when he saw Han Tongwen and Ah Fu lazy in the lobby, he couldn't help but be angry, just about to have a seizure but found that Han Tongwen was writing, although he didn't understand what was written, and even couldn't recognize the words, but he knew that this was the best word he had ever seen, the handwriting was full and round, and there was strength between the lines, and it seemed that it was not an exaggeration to say that it was three points.

"You are," Zhao Guangcai asked

"I think if I write a poem for a restaurant, maybe business will be better," Mr. Han said

"Have you ever read?" Zhao Guangcai said in surprise

"When I was a child, I learned some poetry and songs from my master"

Zhao Guangcai smiled with a smile on his face, "Okay, good, I can write poems at a young age, and I am a material for being a literati, and I will leave those rough jobs to them to do in the future."

"The shopkeeper who doesn't have to do anything"

"Tongwen, do you think this poem will appeal to those scholars?"

"It should be okay, my master has written an article, I will put it on the third floor for the sake of insurance, and it should be no problem to change it a little to attract these scholars."

"Okay, okay, you're tired today, go rest and rest, and write down that article tomorrow" Zhao Guangcai's eyes were gone, this was really shit luck.