Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 233.
"Will~ body~ come to Dajiahe (street) entrance~"

"Respect ~ past guests and friends ~ listen ~ head!"

"One is not sound~horse~and then (thief) bandit~"

"Second, it's not a villain~~ steal~ the city!"

"Yang Lin and me ~ come to fight! Fight!"

"That's why I deserve to go to Dengzhou~"...

Along the way, Li Zhen hummed the famous Peking Opera piece "Three Stores" about Qin Qiong, and rode very fast on horseback.

Soon, they came to a place with dense mountains and forests. Sure enough, they saw many carts piled up with firewood piled up on the side of the road.

Li Zhen, who was in a good mood seeing the famous historical figures, didn't even bargain now.

Thirty Wen for a car of firewood?
give give give.

Need two cars.

Yo, and the stakes?
Fifty Wen?
Come on a car!
He bought three carts of firewood in one breath, and although he was stared at by a group of people like idiots for a long time when he said the address, Li Zhen, who was in a good mood, didn't care about it, and went straight to Luoyang with the three men pushing the carts. Go to the east gate of the city.

The east gate is not far from the Zhen Beast Pen.

When they reached the steps of the house, just when the three of them hesitated and dared not go up, a golden light appeared.

The toolman Tada rolled a cart of firewood, and followed Li Zhen into the house under the dumbfounded gazes of the three men.

After seeing off the three firewood delivery men, he waited at home for a while, when a shout came from the door.

As soon as he went out, the boy from the carpenter's shop was waiting at the bottom of the steps with five laborers.

Seeing that the table had also arrived, Li Zhen opened the door and let them move in.

It can be seen that this young man must have said something to these laborers. Although the eyes of this group of people are a little scared, at least they are not particularly scared during the day.

The tables were moved in one by one, while the boy brought another person, and the two began to install the plaque.

The couplet boards on both sides were nailed up, and at the end was the plaque of "Chunyou Society" wrapped in red cloth.

After a ding-ding-dong-dong sound, when the plaque of "Chunyou Society" was hung up, Li Zhen was about to unveil the red cloth.The boy took a look and quickly stopped Li Zhen:
"Daoist, today is Otomi Day."

"……what?"

Li Zhen was taken aback.

The boy was also taken aback.

My heart said, isn't your old man a Taoist priest?

Why don't you even understand this.

"Don't open the store today... Besides, it's getting dark, it's not auspicious to open, but tomorrow will be a good day..."

Li Zhen is like waking up from a dream.

Forget about this.

So he nodded and thanked the boy.

Although the little guy and the laborers who followed didn't know what Li Zhen was going to do, but looking at the tables and chairs in the hall, they reckoned that the chief should be opening a restaurant or something.

Don't you want to be blind?

Are restaurants and restaurants open in haunted houses?

Do you cook for ghosts?

A group of people walked away with doubts.

And when Li Zhen put all the firewood in the backyard in order, he released the tower decorated like a Christmas tree, and after turning around the table, chairs and benches, he looked at the house that exuded a sense of cleanliness from the inside to the outside. In the storytelling room, Li Laodao nodded in satisfaction.

Not bad.

It looks a little bit better.

Next is publicity.

While pondering, he picked up a wooden stake as thick as a washbasin.

This tree has grown for decades at least.

Fortunately, there is no awareness of environmental protection in this era... Otherwise, cutting down a tree of this thickness would be enough to go to jail until the end of next year.

While thinking about it, golden light flashed in his hand, and he slashed at the tree stump, and a "cross" was cut out of the whole tree stump.But not split.

He did it on purpose.

What this method is called, he forgot.

When later generations went camping, they learned it from an outdoor guide.

It seems to be a method handed down from abroad.

Ignite it from the center of the tree, and then add some cold knowledge of thermodynamics. Anyway, a tree stump can emit high heat, and it can continue to burn for a long time.

Sure enough, after he ignited the pine wood with a torch and threw it into it, it didn't take long before the cross gap in the center of the tree started to smoke.

A trace of heat came.

He walked to the hall and placed it on the open space among the four tables.

Not long after, the flames blazed.

He sat in the far corner of one of the tables and felt the warmth, growing more and more satisfied.

The next step is simple.

He still has teapots, tea bowls, tea leaves, and some mouth-watering snacks left to ensure that everyone will not be so bored while listening to books.

These have already been stepped on a little bit today, and I originally planned to get them in the afternoon, but I was caught and beaten twenty sticks, which delayed me.

It was getting late now.

Tomorrow.

Go early tomorrow, finish it early, and start this business.

Then you have to go to the ground.

Take a few paragraphs of books to hook people and lead them here.

It's almost enough to have an opening ceremony, let alone sell tickets, and spread the popularity.

Feeling the empty "Yang Family General" and "Peerless Two Pride" in the body, after planning the next plan and busy work, it was getting dark.

Then I planned to light a fire and cook a meal.

As a person, he doesn't actually have that much appetite.

He has never been too particular about eating.

You can eat rough tea and light rice, as well as delicacies from mountains and seas.

But single dogs understand that cooking by themselves is actually quite troublesome.

Three or four hours of hard cooking, 10 minutes to eat, and another half an hour to wash the dishes.

Too much tossing.

But today he also bought some meat, cleaned the crock, and started cooking brown rice porridge.Cut the mutton into thin slices.

The earthen jar was erected on the wooden stake in the hall, and when the porridge was boiled and turned into porridge water, it was eaten with mutton.

It has to be admitted that the Cantonese generation’s way of eating side-fired dishes is actually quite suitable for this era.

The mutton is delicious, and the seasoning doesn't need to be so complicated.

Otherwise, if you really want to shabu-shabu the whole thing, just hammering the sesame paste can make you exhausted.

But this kind of side stove, the meat is ready after a while, and it can be eaten with some salt.

Pure natural free-range mutton, paired with this natural and organic brown rice porridge, eat meat to satisfy your cravings, and finally drink porridge to keep you full.

It must be very comfortable.

The only pity is that I forgot to buy wine today.

If there is wine and guarding the pot of porridge and water, then no amount of money will be exchanged.

It was cold and hot beside the woodpile.

Watching the gurgling and steaming earthen pot, watching the scarlet flames licking the earthen pot little by little, in this hall listening to the wind and the moon, there is really a different kind of romance.

A romance for the lonely.

However, this feeling of loneliness did not last long.

"Bang Bang Bang."

Shout out.

Pulled Li Zhen out of his thoughts.

He was stunned...

I thought that anyone would dare to come over this big night?
Aren't you afraid of making trouble?
After thinking about it, he got up and walked out of the hall, shouting in the courtyard:
"Who?"

He thought it was Xue Rulong or Lord Huqiu.

After all, I knew these two people in Luoyang City.

But when he heard the movement at the door, he was stunned.

Outside the door, a calm voice sounded:
"A certain Qin Qiong came to visit by appointment."

"..."

　In ancient times, Guan Gong fought against Qin Qiong, but now there is an old dog asking for a monthly ticket!
　　Seeking~month~ticket~~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)