Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"What?" Gongsun Yu asked in confusion.

Yan Yuhan quickly shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

"If it's not Brother Zhang, who else would it be?" Gongsun Yu rubbed his chin and thought.

Yan Yuhan glanced at Gongsun Yu, and thought: Then who else can it be except the shopkeeper.

Gongsun Yu shook his head and muttered, "Whatever, drink and drink."

Yan Yuhan picked up the jug, poured himself a glass, and then poured Gongsun Yu a glass.

"Plum blossom wine is warmer. It is most suitable to drink in winter, but it is not very suitable today. Try it?" Gongsun Yu said.

"Okay." Yan Yuhan agreed, then raised his head and drank.

After Yan Yuhan drank it, he also understood why Gongsun Yu didn't care so much. The wine sold for eight taels of silver, so it was worth it.

The wine is as warm as a spring breeze and as warm as the morning sun.

Yan Yuhan was a little crazy, not because he was drunk, but because the wine was so good.

Gongsun Yu looked at Yan Yuhan and smiled, "How?"

Yan Yuhan came back to his senses, still a little shocked in his eyes, and replied: "... Immortal wine from the world!"

The two clinked glasses, and before they knew it, the pot of plum blossom wine was finished.

Seeing that they had finished drinking, Zhang Ming walked over.

Zhang Ming asked Gongsun Yu about something, mainly because of the script, he was not allowed to enter the theater last time.

"I have something here, can you help me?" Zhang Ming said.

Gongsun Yu said, "What is it?"

"The playbook, the Goulan playbook." Zhang Ming said.

Gongsun Yu hesitated and said, "The script? Brother Zhang wrote it himself?"

"That's right." Zhang Ming said.

Zhang Ming went upstairs and took down the script of "Peach Blossom Temple" and gave it to Gongsun Yu.

Gongsun Yu looked at the playbook, and said after a while: "I don't know Goulan Opera, so I can't judge whether it's good or bad. Brother Zhang, how much money do you plan to sell?"

Zhang Ming shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter how much money is there. I am not short of money. If there is a hook to collect it, I want to go and see it when the singing starts."

"That's good." Gongsun Yu thought for a while, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had thought of some bad idea, and said: "After the matter is completed, I will ask Brother Zhang to allow me to take a group of tourists out of the tavern drunk."

"Three pots, there can't be more, and it doesn't need to be done, just now." Zhang Ming said.

"Okay." Gongsun Yu agreed without haggling.

Don't say it's three pots, one pot doesn't matter, no matter how bad this Goulan opera is, as long as it's done by yourself, you won't be afraid that no one will take it.

Yan Yuhan was somewhat interested in the script. He usually likes to listen to dramas, so he knew a little about it. He took it from Gongsun Yu and read it. After reading the whole story, he sighed secretly: "Even the script is written It's so good...”

As expected of Brother Zhang!

.........

Tomorrow is Double Seventh, the most important and the busiest day.

There are vendors selling lanterns every few steps on the street. It was not like this a few days ago, but today, the entire street has become a place for selling lanterns.

In addition, there are paper lanterns, Kongming lanterns, and rice paper pens and inks, which sell a lot more.

Every household will go out to buy, and tomorrow night, the lanterns will float all over the river, carrying people's long-cherished wishes to the distance.

After Gongsun Yu and Yan Yuhan left, no one came back. Until the afternoon when the sun was about to set, they were guarding the tavern by one person and one cat.

Zhang Ming looked up at the sky and saw that the sky was dyed yellow. He rubbed his eyebrows and muttered, "It's dusk..."

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the counter. Zhang Ming has been writing since noon until now. What he writes is some messy things, mainly for practicing calligraphy.

A piece of paper, a stroke of ink, nothing else, Zhang Ming had to meditate by himself, because the tavern was already empty, and it was easy to make people feel impetuous.

When he was young, he had been exposed to brush calligraphy, but when he was a child, he played around and didn't like it, but now he feels that every stroke and stroke is full of meaning.

"Meow." Xiaoqi woke up, it slept for a long time, the days in the tavern were boring, every day was eating, drinking and sleeping, and it couldn't find fun.

Zhang Ming picked Xiaoqi up and said to it, "Do you know about Double Seventh Festival?"

"Meow?" Xiao Qi opened her big eyes in confusion.

Zhang Ming wanted to touch its beard, but Xiao Qiyi's paw slapped it away, as if he was very repulsive.

Zhang Ming curled his lips and said, "Tomorrow the fairy in the sky and his lover will meet in the sky, you know?"

Xiaoqi nodded, but she didn't understand it, and nodded even if she didn't understand it.

Because as far as it knows, nodding seems to be omnipotent, answering all questions.

Zhang Ming patted Xiaoqi's forehead lightly, and said with a smile, "You know, you know."

"Meow..." Xiaoqi scratched her head in confusion, could it be that the nodding method has failed?

Zhang Ming took a deep breath and looked towards the dusk in the sky outside the tavern.

Tomorrow is Qixi Festival, um... It seems that it has nothing to do with me. If it really has something to do with me, it would be a bad thing.

Chapter 90: The Storyteller Said Su Madman

Having nothing to say all night, Zhang Ming got up in the morning and cleaned up the tavern, preparing to go to Jian'an City to join in the fun today.

Naturally, Xiaoqi also encountered difficulties, and was called out by Zhang Ming early in the morning, still drowsy.

"Meow?" Xiao Qi felt that she had been lifted up suddenly, and turned around in confusion, only to see Zhang Ming's stinky face.

Zhang Ming lifted Xiao Qi up with both hands, and said, "The new clothes I bought for you are not worn at all, and it happens to be a holiday today."

"Meow? Meow!!"

……

Amidst a burst of screams, Xiao Qi was covered with clothes, and Zhang Ming buttoned them up, looking pretty good.

Although it was extremely unwilling, how could Zhang Ming let it go, which made the cat under the eaves and had to bow its head.

"Not bad." Zhang Ming nodded, quite satisfied, and planned to let Xiao Qi wear this outfit to go out.

After that, Zhang Ming walked to the counter, took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and planned to write a notice and stick it on the wall. No matter how many guests there were in the tavern, posting a notice would not be a problem.

[Today's Qixi Festival, the shopkeeper is on leave, and the tavern is closed for a day, please come back tomorrow for a drink! 】

Satisfied, Zhang Ming picked up the paper, walked to the door, and pasted it on the wall.

He turned his head to look at Xiao Qi who was sitting at the counter depressed, and said, "Let's go!"

"Meow." Xiaoqi raised her head, screamed and jumped off the counter, throwing herself into Zhang Ming's arms.

"boom!"

Zhang Ming stroked Xiao Qi, stretched out his hand and closed the door of the tavern.

Xiao Qi twisted her clothes from time to time. The clothes were really uncomfortable, but she stayed in Zhang Ming's arms obediently, not daring to do anything wrong.

Xiao Qi didn't understand about the holidays. She only knew that today she could only sleep in Zhang Ming's arms and couldn't go anywhere else.

.........

.........

After entering the city, Zhang Ming went to the last inn to get a room as usual, and then took Xiaoqi out of the inn.

Compared with the previous few days, today is indeed much more lively, the most obvious point is the hawkers on the street.

The cries became louder, and the hawkers who sold lanterns sold them as sky lanterns and river lanterns, and there were even those who fiddled with pen and ink to write.

No matter the streets or alleys, it is a bustling and bustling scene. The streets that are usually not very lively are also full of people, and everyone's face is filled with festive joy.

The sound of children playing on the street and the shouting of vendors in the shops came one after another.

Zhang Ming came early and had nothing to do, so he planned to go to the theater again.

When he arrived at Goulan, Zhang Ming looked up and saw that there was a storyteller on the stage, and what he said was interesting, so he sat down and listened.

"Meow." Seeing this place again, Xiaoqi felt a little reluctant.

Zhang Ming patted it on the head lightly, and said: "It's storytelling, not singing, it's not unpleasant."

"Meow..." No matter what, Xiao Qi just didn't like staying here.

There are countless spectators in the audience, old and young, most of them are talking small stories, guess what story the storyteller above is going to tell.

There is a wooden table on the stage, on which there is a bowl of tea and a piece of Xingmu.

The storyteller's hair is black and white, but he is only in the age of knowing his fate. He is wearing a coat, wearing a pair of black cloth shoes, and holding a folding fan.

"Snapped!"

With Xingmu's pat, everyone in the audience returned to their senses, their eyes were clear, and they looked at the stage.

The moment Xingmu took the picture, Zhang Ming's heart trembled. He had never heard of storytelling before, and this was the first time he knew that Xingmu was so powerful.

"The ruthless years are pressing hard, and the limited time can't go back. It's rare to get drunk a few times in life, regardless of whether he is right or wrong."

"Sorrows and joys in the world of mortals, sorrow and parting in the world."

"Today, I will tell you a story of grievances and grievances in the world."

"Crack." The storyteller clapped his fan and slapped the table, and continued with air in his gestures, "It is said that many years ago there was a war in the north, the northern desert invaded, and the imperial court sent troops to suppress it. However, there was a man in the rivers and lakes who went to the north alone, brave and invincible, Not a soldier, but better than a soldier."

"The people in the rivers and lakes call him Madman Su, armed with a long spear, and cut a bloody path on the northern battlefield."

The storyteller paused, then continued: "Madman Su is originally from Jian'an. When he went to the north, he entrusted his wife and daughter to his good friends. He was determined to die."

"If you want to ask why this is the case, Madman Su answers: You have practiced martial arts for [-] years, and if all your martial arts are useless, it is better to kill all the pigs and dogs in Beimo to secure the country!"

"it is good!"

Everyone praised again and again, the storyteller on the stage smiled slightly, took a sip of tea, and continued talking.

"That day, the sky was full of yellow sand, and the Beimo army slaughtered the border villages. Wherever they went, there were no survivors, and only cold corpses were left behind."

"When Madman Su arrived at the border, seeing such a tragic situation, he shot each person one by one, and killed them along the slaughtered village."

"The direction of the spear is for the unequal heart, how to pacify the world if the heart is unequal, and how to pacify the country in the heart when the world is not peaceful."

"On that day, Madman Su picked and killed more than a hundred armors one by one, and killed the last person, supporting himself with a long spear."

"Madman Su was covered in blood, and he was already exhausted, but he was still upset, and he raised his head to the sky and yelled: "Come on, kill again!I haven't killed enough! ""

"What is a madman? If you don't believe in gods and Buddhas or heaven, but only believe in the spear in your hand, you are a madman."

"Su Kuangren looked up to the sky and laughed, and accompanied by the yellow sand desert, he stepped into the realm of first-class masters in the Jianghu. People in the Jianghu are called the realm of the land or the realm of the master."

"The matter is not over yet, Madman Su hasn't killed enough pigs and dogs in Beimo, and his heart is still not calm. The general attack on Beimo, Madman Su appeared on the battlefield."

"The general standing on the top of the city saw a man with a long spear killing people in the field, and he was invincible. A long spear cut several armors in succession, making the people of Beimo frightened."

"The general was horrified, and couldn't help but ask the young general beside him: "Who is that? The young general replied: "I don't know the last general. It seems that there is no such person in the army." "The general looked at the invincible figure in a daze for a moment, but murmured: "You really are brave...""

"Madman Su was covered in blood after the war. The general rode out of the city on a long horse to get drunk. When he saw Madman Su, he asked, "Is the strong man from the Jianghu? Madman Su replied: "Yes, who are you?" ""

"The general didn't answer, but just asked: "May I ask if a righteous man can kill a hundred armors in this battle? Kuang Su said, "I don't know, I don't know." "Finishing that, Madman Su turned and left. The general wanted to catch up, but Madman Su shot him when he turned his head. The white horse was frightened, and the general rolled off the horse. He could only watch Madman Su laugh and turn away."

"The general sat on the ground, looked at the figure holding the spear, and sighed: "It would be great if there was such a person in the army. ""

"Snapped!"

The storyteller turned over the folding fan, Xingmu slapped it, and said plausibly: "Single-handedly stepping into the northern desert, looking back to pick and beat the white horse general. This is Su Kuangren."

Everyone listened with gusto, but the storyteller stopped talking and took a sip of tea.

"Good...it's amazing."

"One person picks a hundred armors with one shot. Is there really such a person?"

"I've heard people say that there are such people in Jianghu, but I've never seen them."

Zhang Ming was also engrossed in listening to it, and he didn't know if the story was true or not, but he thought it should be true.

I thought the story would end here, but seeing that the storyteller didn't seem to intend to go on, after a short rest, he picked up the Xingmu on the table.