The first cause of all realms

Chapter 17 No one is rich without windfall
The restaurant is not far next door, just a few steps away.

Yang Prison had only drank some tea in the morning, and he was naturally hungry by now, so he would not be polite.

Since time travel, he ate only a handful of meats. Although these dishes were only average and the ingredients were not complete, he still ate with great pleasure and enjoyment.

"Slow down, eat slowly..."

He wolfed it down, and the corners of Li Er's eyes twitched when he saw it, feeling great pain in his heart.

Immediately, he let go of his reserve and joined the ranks of gobbling.

After a while of toasting and chatting, the deal between the two was concluded, which made Yang prison feel a burst of emotion.

It's no wonder that in the previous life, there were wine games when talking about business.

After a few glasses of wine, even two strangers can naturally call each other brothers.

"Mr. Li takes a break, there is no need to send it off."

Waving his hand unsteadily, Yang Qian paced down the stairs, and before leaving, he did not forget to bring two dishes.

As soon as you go out the door, how can you feel drunk?
"Fortunately, it's done."

Looking back at the restaurant, he seemed to be able to see Li Eryi waving his hand by the window, and Yang prison breathed a sigh of relief.

After time travel, his memory was obviously better than in his previous life, but it was not enough for him to write thousands of words silently.

It was only possible because he had had similar thoughts before.

It's just that he originally wanted to sell books.

In the first half of the year, he moved between several elementary schools. On the one hand, he wanted to learn, and on the other hand, he also planned to sell books.

But publishing books is far more complicated than he imagined, and the cost alone is beyond his affordability.

Although Black Mountain City has a technology similar to 'movable type printing', the price is also extremely expensive.

But what really discouraged him was the 'amazing' literacy rate in Montenegro.

Selling miscellaneous books in a place where the literacy rate is less than one-tenth?

He didn't think of trying to cooperate with him until he heard Li Eryi's storytelling.

In addition to Li Eryi's good skills, more importantly, he only had a general impression of some stories from his previous life.

All I remember are these two.

This is thanks to the extracurricular books he read when he was a child in his previous life. Otherwise, no matter how good his memory is, he would not be able to remember such details.

For the rest, the story seems to remember, but how to write is a big problem.

Fortunately, there is Li Eryi.

It still needs to be polished by Li Eryi.

……

"Such a good story must not be unknown. Why haven't I heard of it?"

On the third floor of the restaurant by the window, Li Er held the yellow paper in one hand and chewed it over and over again.

"Sir? How did you drink so much wine?"

The boy who collected the money at the teahouse before came over holding his nose, packing the bag in his hand: "When shall we leave?"

"What are you going for?"

Li Eryi burped:
"It's not enough to earn enough money!"

"what?"

The little book boy's eyes widened: "Just now, what about the money I just received? There are still two ingots of gold!"

"The money is, is it something we can take away?"

When Jin Zi was mentioned, Li Eryi's heart twitched again, and he gritted his teeth.

"Money, gone?!"

The book boy turned pale with fright and hurriedly asked.

"Don't be mourned!"

Li Eryi was too lazy to say anything, leaning against the window drunk, shaking a few pieces of yellow paper in his hand:
"With this baby here, how much money do you want?"

……

Yang Qian's movements were quick.

Being penniless made him full of motivation, and in one night he cobbled together several well-known chapters in his previous life.

But Li Eryi moved faster than him.

Before he reached the teahouse, he heard Li Eryi's rhythmic storytelling from a distance.

"So fast?"

Yang prison's heart moved, and he slowed down.

Seeing that the teahouse was overcrowded, not to mention drinking tea, I'm afraid there was even no place to stand, which made him a little dazed.

Is it so popular?
After thinking about it, the stories he selected have withstood the test of time, and Li Eryi's storytelling is excellent.

Yesterday's fame was spread again, and today there are more people, which is normal.

Thinking about it, he was not in a hurry to go in, he found a cool place, and prepared to share the bill with Li Eryi after the crowd dispersed.

Slightly closing his eyes, he sensed the cauldron of gluttony.

The whole body of the tripod is pitch black, except for the three legs and two ears which are still blue.

"Slowed down..."

Yang Yu frowned.

These days, he ate more stones than in the previous half a year. It stands to reason that the cauldron should have been saved long ago.

Or is it that stones can no longer meet the refining needs of this tripod?

"Do you want me to eat iron?"

Yang Ju was thinking wildly in his mind, when he suddenly heard a sneer.

Open your eyes.

I saw a few men enjoying the shade under the old locust tree not far away, looking at the hustle and bustle of the teahouse, and sneered.

"Can I pay the monthly fee for this teahouse?"

A stubble-faced man spoke.

The few people next to him were dominated by him, and when they saw him asking questions, they hurriedly said:

"Brother Li, the shopkeeper of this teahouse is a sensible person. Not only us, but the monthly payments of the four families have also been paid. In addition to the two taels of silver, there is also half a tael of silver to honor our brothers."

"Humph!"

The man wiped his stubble, and said with a sneer: "The monthly payments of the four families have all been paid, why is our 'Poisonous Snake Club' missing?
What a guts! "

"what?"

The person who answered was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at the crowded teahouse, and immediately understood.

"Yes, what a courage!"

"Dare to be short of our monthly money, how courageous!"

The rest of the people also shouted.

"Is this being targeted? I just don't know which gang these people belong to, the Viper Society, the Jackal Gang, or which nursing home..."

Yang Yu frowned.

He was not close to the group of people, so he couldn't hear them clearly, but just by looking at their eyes, he could tell what their plans were.

North Street is controlled by five forces, and anyone who does business on this street must pay tribute every month.

If not, he will end up with the Liuzi Han.

It's just that it's useless to pay the full monthly payment by share. This group of people has no credit at all.

It's okay if the business is not good, but if the business is good, it's not uncommon for people to come to their door and be charged three or five times a month.

At the beginning of this year, there was a restaurant with a good business in this North Street, and it was charged more than ten years of monthly payment in just one month, forcing the whole family to hang themselves!
Looking at the situation, this group of people might be eyeing Li Eryi.

"This bunch of scum!"

Yang Jue gritted his teeth, his eyes hardened.

I didn't earn a penny, and this group of people wanted to come and rob?

Seeing that the eyes of those people were getting more and more wrong, Yang Yu was heartbroken and turned to leave.

……

"You guys go together and collect the monthly money!"

After watching for a while, the bearded man finally spoke.

The few younger brothers who were eager to try naturally had nothing to say, and they got up and went to the teahouse.

Snapped!
Several people walked nonchalantly, when suddenly, a man covered with a sackcloth appeared, swung his palms round, and knocked one of them to the ground.

"Fuck?!"

"Hey! What bastard, dare to hit someone from my Viper Club!"

A person who didn't pay attention to himself was beaten? !
A few people immediately chased after them in a rage. They are all people who have been on this street all year round, and they are the most familiar with the way.

Not long after, it was blocked in an alley.

"run?"

"Run again!"

"Little bastard, dare to hit your grandfather, this one, or cut you up, I will take your surname!"

Several people surrounded them with grinning grimaces.

Then, a scream broke through the silent alley, causing the passers-by nearby to tremble and hurried away.

After a cup of tea, Yang Ju, who was covering his face, came out from the alley, weighed several money bags in his hand, and left quickly.

But not long after, he turned back to the alley again.

It wasn't until the screams could hardly be heard that he tore off the sackcloth, and walked towards the teahouse that was gradually closing with a satisfied face.

(End of this chapter)