Lanke Chess Edge

Leaving the study room, Ji Yuan weighed a handful of broken silver in his hand, at least it was more than two or two taels, it was incomparable with the thousands of gold in the TV dramas in his previous life, but it was not a small amount, for Ji Yuan Nature is also good,

In fact, silver is quite durable in this world. His biggest expense was three times.

The first time was because he didn’t know that his own fate could not be guessed, and letting Taoist Qingsong tell his fortune caused the other party’s life to be seriously injured. The gold beans and broken silver left by Ji Yuan that time were equivalent to more than thirty taels, which was enough for the master and apprentice. An'an can take good care of his body and go home with a lot of surplus.

The second time was by boat, and I chartered the boat with others, and it cost only nearly six hundred cash, equivalent to half a tael of silver.

The third time was that Chunhui Mansion bought two catties of Qianrichun because of greed, and it cost less than four taels.

The rest of the board and lodging expenses are not big. In terms of food, if you go to a restaurant to eat once, it is only a few hundred pennies if you order it extravagantly. A bowl of noodles is only a few pennies to deal with it, and one tael of silver is equivalent. There are thousands of dollars in money.

Not to mention the lodging, since Ji Yuan came out, he has never stayed in the inn a few times, occasionally staying in a bath or something, and the room in the first-class inn is only a hundred dollars.

So besides the ingot of gold whose corners had been pinched off, Ji Yuan still had nearly ten taels of loose silver, and the shop owner gave him back a lot of it.

Putting the money back into the purse in his bosom, Ji Yuan carried the umbrella with his bag on his back, just wandering around Juntianfu City with a wandering mentality.

When the cart passed by, the wooden wheel crushed the stone road, the children chased each other with candied haws, the street vendors and the shops along the street were all yelling and selling, and the smell of rouge powder and snacks wafted...

"Zuo Daxia, Zuo Daxia, you grew up here!"

Sometimes Ji Yuan is still very emotional, just like at this time, I imagined in my mind that Zuo Li, who was still a kid back then, was chasing the Jianghu of Romance with his friends with a wooden sword.

Searching for the scent of tea and shouting, Ji Yuan walked to a tea house with good business, and there was a storyteller talking and singing in full of emotion.

A doctor of tea saw Ji Yuan approaching and immediately stepped forward to greet him.

"Hey, please, guest officer, there are soups, soups, fried dishes, and brewing~~!"

"Okay, find a lively place, preferably next to Mr. Storyteller."

"Hey, that's unfortunate, the seats over there are full, can I give you a little help?"

Dr. Cha looked at the storyteller in the middle of the lobby and said.

"Yes, you can arrange it!"

"The guest officer, please follow me!"

Following the enthusiastic Dr. Tea, he walked to a column on the left side of the center, where there was an empty table for four immortals. The Dr. Tea quickly took off the cloth towel and wiped a trace of tea stains on it.

"Please, guest officer, what kind of tea do you want to drink, and what kind of refreshments are you serving?"

Ji Yuan pretended to look at the blurry list of teahouse listings diagonally opposite, and opened his mouth without asking Dr. Tea to report anything.

"Brew a pot of good new tea, and serve three dishes of your most famous tea."

"Okay~~Just wait a moment~~!"

As soon as Dr. Tea left, Ji Yuan's attention was all around him. People around the tables were all drinking tea and snacks, listening attentively to the storyteller's story, which should be a certain general's battle for fame.

"It is said that there were hundreds of rafts floating across the river to cross the enemy army, and they were about to copy to the weak point behind our army. At that time, General Huang, who was only a hundred generals, found out about this army. Battalion, at the same time divide the scouts into multiple groups and rush into several nearby woods..."

When the storyteller said this, he put down his fan, picked up a teacup, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and wiped his sweat with a cloth towel, and there were eager tea drinkers asking questions.

"Could it be that General Huang used this little force to repel the enemy?"

"Hey, don't interrupt!" "That's right, let Mister talk!"

As soon as the storyteller put down the teacup and picked up the fan, the boisterous discussion below naturally quieted down, and it seemed to Yu Ji Yuan that the words could not be followed.

"At that time, General Huang knew that with so many troops in his hands, blocking the enemy was like hitting a stone with an egg, but the general was resourceful and ordered people to prepare firewood in the pine forest, but he failed to attract them. "

"The enemy's general crossing the river is not an unknown person. When he was halfway across the river, he saw all the birds in the forest on the other side were frightened and flew away. He realized that there was something wrong and ordered to suspend the river crossing. He only sent a dozen small rafts to cross the river to investigate... This is the moment!"

Speaking of this, Mr. Storyteller suddenly turned up the volume, and Xingmu slapped hard, startling all the tea guests, but no one interrupted.

"General Huang ordered people to ignite all the dry firewood they had prepared, and suddenly more than a dozen wolf smoke rose in the forest... The enemy general on the other side changed his face in horror, and he said that he had seen through the ambush and ordered the people to retreat quickly. The sergeants on the dozens of small rafts Quite a few fell into the water because of the wolf smoke..."

The storyteller used language to describe the fierce battle in the past, presenting the strategy and bravery of General Huang in stories, which aroused the amazement of the tea guests.

Ji Yuan also listened with relish and nodded frequently, this is also art!

After the storyteller finished telling the story, he wasted a lot of tongues, and even more so, Ji Yuan and some generous tea drinkers around him tipped a few bosses, and the teahouse would also pay a certain amount of money, which was considered a good profit.

The next part of the book "Battle Dongshan" will start later, Mr. Storyteller is now resting his energy and drinking tea, Ji Yuan pours all the refreshments on a saucer, and carries the teapot and passes by.

"Sir, can I chat for a few minutes?"

When the storyteller saw that Ji Yuan came over with a teapot and refreshments, and his appearance was gentle, he smiled and nodded.

"Please sit down!"

Ji Yuan tactfully put down the refreshments, and poured his good tea for the storyteller from a new cup on the table.

"Please drink tea! Refreshments are also available!"

Ji Yuan had already heard that the teahouse provided the storyteller with old tea, definitely not as good as his own.

The latter was also polite, smiled and picked up a piece of crispy sugar cake, stuffed it into his mouth, and took a sip of tea.

"Does this gentleman have something to ask?"

"Exactly, I would like to ask Mr. about the Zuo family in Juntianfu. It is the Zuo family that was famous in the Jianghu decades ago. I don't know what happened to the descendants recently?"

The storyteller frowned, looked at Ji Yuan with a little surprise, and carefully observed his up and down. He had a wide-sleeved green shirt with a bun and a wooden hairpin, and his hands were slender and his body was not strong.

"Sir, are you a knight-errant?"

"Hehe... I have some entanglements with the Jianghu, but I am not a guest of the Jianghu. It is just that the ancestors of the Zuo family have kindness to me. This time, I am here to find the descendants."

Ancestors of the Zuo family?

The storyteller frowned again and looked at Ji Yuan carefully, feeling absurd that he couldn't tell how old he was, and finally saw that his slightly opened eyes were actually pale.

But the storyteller didn't dare to look any further, he might be facing a master of rivers and lakes, anyway, what happened to the Zuo family was none of his business.

"Few people in the city know about this. The Zuo family was once prominent in the past. Alas... It's a pity that good fortune tricks people. Because of the sword obsession, Zuo Jianxian left behind a sword post after his death, causing a bloody storm in the rivers and lakes. , also brought disaster to the Zuo family, even if the hero Zuoqiu had already anticipated and arranged it, the Zuo family would find it difficult to escape..."

A quarter of an hour later, Ji Yuan came out of the teahouse, frowning, and headed towards the old house of Zuo's family in the west of the city. It took two hours to find the place, but even the facade had become a "Qian House". thing.

When the sky darkened, there were fewer pedestrians on the road, and many shops were making samples, Ji Yuan still wandered alone on the west side of the city.

"Is it true that the Zuo family has completely disappeared?"

While muttering to himself, I saw that the front was still brightly lit and bustling, except for some romantic and fireworks places, there was also a restaurant with a lantern with the word "gambling".

Coincidentally, Ji Yuan heard a familiar voice coming from the front door of the gambling house.

"Wait, I'll be right back! I'll be right back!"

"Don't afford to lose~~~hahaha~~~!"

"I still have Ben, wait for me!"

During the day, the cake vendor rushed out of the casino sweating profusely, his footsteps were still vigorous, but the scene above his head was quite different from when he was chatting during the day.

"It's a pity, the evil is not suppressed...!"

Ji Yuan, who shook his head slightly, changed his path and went to another place.

After obtaining the method of "imperial decree", Ji Yuan was able to leave "decree" in calligraphy without harming the fundamentals. Although his decree has no great power, it can indeed be called miraculous.

Tongming Ce has blown the decree to the sky, saying that right and wrong Taoism can't be achieved by a real person, and it is a coincidence to count fate, and the effect may be better.

At the same moment when the pancake peddler was sweating profusely and ran home, the owner of the copywriting shop who had mounted the calligraphy was carefully admiring the handwriting and couldn't help copying it.

There is a ghost patrol passing by the owner's house at night, and the mansion is faintly seen occasionally, as if the house is clear and transparent at night.