good night mr ghost

Jiang Chenyi took a closer look, yo, it is actually a map of Yanjing. Although the lines are simple, the palace in Yanjing, as well as main roads, and various areas are clearly drawn.

"This is?" Jiang Chenyi hesitated.

Not everyone can have a map.

The beggar looked at the lines on it and said, "I measured it step by step and drew it myself. What can they do? I'm just a broken beggar, and they don't have time to pay attention to me."

He looked at it for a long time, and said: "Forget it, even if I tell you, you don't know where it is, those places are hidden, I will take you there."

"Okay, thank you, brother." The young man was respectful and polite.

Although the etiquette is a bit rough, he is indeed a nice person.

Treat him like a beggar with such courtesy, tsk tsk tsk, if those bastards can have three points like this guy...

"Come with me." The beggar picked up his iron fist and walked into the city.

The two shuttled through the crowd.

After twists and turns, I entered the alley, circled around a few times, and arrived at a small house with the words "Wang's Tavern" written on it.

Xiao Jiang paused and said, "Brother, I want to go to the place to stay."

He really didn't have any extra money to buy the other party a drink.

The beggar bared and said, "This is it! Come in."

He pushed open the door naturally, and called out: "Wang Dabao! I brought you a guest!"

Inside is a small three-story building, and the yard is lit with bedding and clothes.

It really does look like a hotel.

A tall and thick man came out of the small building, smiling all over his face, "What?"

"Guest!" cried the beggar.

Wang Dabao smiled and sarcastically said: "Guests? Muzi Li, you can still bring me guests? I'm afraid it's not the same as you?!"

Muzi Li scratched his head and stood up straight, "What are you talking about? I have found a great person!"

Jiang Chenyi stood there in embarrassment, smiling.

Wang Dabao also saw the man in Tsing Yi, his expression changed, and he greeted him flatteringly, "It's really a guest, please come in quickly! Do you want to stay at the hotel?"

Muzi Li patted Jiang Chenyi's shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't be surprised, if no one comes to Wang Dabao's shop, it will be ruined."

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes and said with a dark face: "What are you talking about?! You are the one who cursed me every day!"

Jiang Chenyi looked at the two, and it seemed that they had a very good relationship.

Muzi Li walked into the small building and said, "Come in quickly, there is absolutely no place cheaper than this in Yanjing."

Wang Dabao led Xiao Jiang in front, and said: "What Muzi Li said is indeed true, please come in."

Xiao Jiang carried the bookcase on her back, a little cautious, followed in, and said, "I want to stay in a hotel, how much is it?"

Wang Dabao said: "Seventy renminbi a day for a room in a hotel, meals are not included."

Xiao Jiang, who only had three hundred wen on him, almost fell to the ground. He wiped the sweat off his face, and asked tremblingly, "How much?"

Muzi Li had already sat on the stool inside, looked at the young man in cold sweat, and said, "Seventy Wen a day is really the cheapest place here, like those hotels outside, at least two hundred Wen a day."

Xiao Jiang shook her legs.

He knew that the cost here was high, but he didn't expect it to be so high.

Before he lived in the storytelling hotel, the boss didn't want his rent.

Xiao Jiang touched the purse in her arms, gritted her teeth and said, "Then, what if I stay forever?"

Wang Dabao looked at him, knowing that this young man has no money, and said: "If you live here all the time, for a month, it will be counted as fifty Wen a day for you."

"Okay, can the money be credited first?" Jiang Chenyi showed a weak smile.

The shopkeeper hesitated.

Muzi Li looked at him, chuckled lightly, and said, "Wang Dabao, I bet this kid will be rich and powerful, do you believe it or not?"

Wang Dabao didn't want to believe it.

But Muzi Li is a little godlike.

No one can say for sure.

The shopkeeper glanced at the young man and said, "That's how it is. I'll credit you for ten days' rent and meals. After ten days, we'll settle together."

When Jiang Chenyi heard this, he was overjoyed, "Okay! Thank you, Brother Wang!"

I didn't expect it to last ten days!

It's amazing.

Muzi Li looked at the cheerful scholar and said with a smile, "I really have never seen the world before!"

Xiao Jiang scratched her head in embarrassment.

The beggar looked at him and asked, "You said you want to tell a story, do you know where to say it?"

Jiang Chenyi was taken aback, looking at the cloth clothes on his body, "I don't know yet."

Before, he was able to tell stories in taverns, but now, it doesn't look like he can tell stories in taverns.

I'm afraid they'll be blasted out before they go in, right?

Muzi Li looked at Xiao Jiang's clothes, thought for a while, and said, "Da Bao, is that blue silk dress still there?"

Wang Dabao was taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyes with a strange expression, "That's my sister's clothes."

"It's okay, you can't tell if you don't look at it." Muzi Li tilted his head, his eyes were empty, "Anyway, Xiaomei is gone, so if I keep it, I might as well build a bridge for this kid."

Little Jiang: "Huh?"

Muzi Li stepped on the bench, touched his chin, looked at the bewildered young man, and said with a smile, "Xiaomei is my wife, who passed away seven years ago."

Xiao Jiang: "Ah! Well, my condolences."

What he wanted to ask was actually about women's clothes, but looking at it now, it's better not to ask.

Wang Dabao was also silent, looked at Jiang Chenyi, and said, "Since you are going to stay here for a long time, you should know that Wang Xiaomei is my elder sister, and Muzi Li is my brother-in-law. Seven years ago, my elder sister left."

He showed a bitter smile, "You will live in the room at the entrance on the second floor in the future, don't go up to the third floor, that's my sister's place."

"Okay." Jiang Chenyi nodded.

He put down the bookcase, sat aside, staring at the beggar's face cautiously.

Is it because of this that a person who seems to have extraordinary bearing has become a beggar?

His wife passed away?

Ahhh, I shouldn't have talked too much just now, I asked about other people's injuries.

Muzi Li looked at the uneasy young man out of the corner of his eyes, and suddenly laughed.

After Jiang Chenyi waited for a while, Wang Dabao came to look for him, took him upstairs and into the room.

The furnishings inside are very simple.

A double bed, an Eight Immortals table, four stools, and a bronze mirror.

Nothing is superfluous.

"You will live here in the future." Wang Dabao said.

Jiang Chenyi bowed, "Thank you, Brother Wang!"

"You're welcome, I'll give you the clothes tomorrow." Wang Dabao said, "Your body shape is a bit different from that of your sister. Let me take a look and change the clothes for you."

"Okay, thank you!" Xiao Jiang was very happy.

Don't say thanks for the great kindness, and in the future, he will repay the kindness of a drop of water with a spring.

Wang Dabao closed the door and walked out.

Xiao Jiang put down the bookcase, opened it, looked at the messy old books inside, and let out a long sigh.

"Very well, let's start reading the story now."

How could he tell such an unusual story?

Perhaps it is the inspiration obtained from these fantastic stories.

Watch these stories, and then write down your feelings at that moment, adapt the stories, and make the ending you want.

You can create a unique story.

Xiao Jiang looked at the ancient book in his hand.

On the second day, Xiao Jiang got her new clothes.

Although the clothes made of blue silk and satin are a bit old, they do not lower their value.

It feels cool and slippery in the hands, and the feeling of brushing against the skin is so wonderful.

The young man put on the clothes. Except for the patterns on the edges and corners, and some details, it was impossible to tell that it was a woman's dress.

Jiang Chenyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Put the book case away, and walked out the door.

This dress can't stand being scratched at all, and the bookcase, it's okay if you don't carry it on your back.

Muzi Li looked at him, looked left and right, and commented: "It's not bad, at least the sourness about him is gone."

What can Xiao Jiang say?

Finished breakfast.

The beggar picked up his iron bowl, "Let's go, I'll introduce you to you. Although you may not have much money at the beginning, let's make do with it."

"Thank you!" Xiao Jiang was really grateful.

He is not familiar with the place here, so it would be great to have someone to help.

"You're welcome, don't forget me when you get rich in the future." The beggar walked forward without looking back.

Xiao Jiang touched the silk dress on her body, then looked at the beggar.

I always feel that the other party doesn't care about these extraneous things.

It was like a joke.

Then, Xiao Jiang was led into a dimly lit restaurant.

Looking at the tables and chairs inside, they are not even as good as those in Wang Dabao's house.

Xiao Jiang was in despair for a moment.

The gray-haired old shopkeeper behind the counter raised his loose eyelids, looked at the young man, smacked his mouth, and said, "You look pretty good, but I don't know how good your mouth is."

Muzi Li leaned lazily on the counter and said, "Don't worry, old man Zhang, if you keep him, I guarantee you will earn a lot of money."

Old man Zhang looked at the empty shop, gritted his teeth, and said, "The money you get is three to seven cents, I give you three to seven, why don't you do it?!"

Can Xiao Jiang not do it?

of course.

"Dry!"

Muzi Li smiled and looked at the young man with a heroic look on his face, touched the stubble on his face, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will find someone for you when the time comes. It's hot, so naturally someone will come to listen."

Old man Zhang's tavern is not remote, it is located on the corner of the street, the kind of desolate, but there are still people coming in front of the door, but few people enter his shop.

Muzi Li called for someone to come.

They just encouraged a bunch of beggars, divided up Jiang Chenyi's copper coins, and sang new songs in the streets and alleys.

"Adults, ladies! There is an old tavern on the side of the West Street, and there is a little scholar in it, a little scholar, it's amazing--tell the story, hahaha, if you want to know, go and have a look!"

In a day or two, almost all the people passing by on West Street heard this new song.

And there are quite a few people who went to see it out of curiosity.

The dilapidated tavern has become lively.

A carriage, guarded by many guards, passed the noisy tavern.

The material of the carriage is bright and the decoration is exquisite and gorgeous. Four tall horses are pulling in front of it. The drivers sitting in the carriage are all wearing exquisite robes.

Not to mention the guards guarding the carriage all around, they were glamorous and imposing.

The boy's eyes lit up as he sneakily lifted the curtain to look outside, and muttered in a low voice, "Why are there so many families?"

Sitting aside, the well-dressed young man opened his eyes, looked at the dishonest little nephew, and said, "Xiu Jin, sit down."

The boy was taken aback, put down the curtain embarrassingly, and said, "Yes, little uncle."

The young man looked over there, "What are you curious about?"

The boy swallowed, shrank in the corner, and said, "There is a tavern outside."

"What's wrong with the tavern?" The young man's voice was gentle, but without any emotion.