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Chapter 7 Teahouse
"There are five families of us doing this kind of crap anyway, and there is still no trace. The guard received the sword, but didn't open the box, so he took it to Li's mansion for a banquet. Only the banquet was full of people, what kind of bastard is it? Speaking of which, the people in Li's residence don't seem to care much about Jiu Shoujian, and let a guard always carry it... Doesn't it seem real? "

The short and fat man muttered, frowning as he flipped through the red booklet in his hand. On the cover of the booklet was written "Book of Gifts" and printed "Li Jieming Seal".

"Hugging grass and beating rabbits, and besides, we are subordinates, what do you say, what should we do?"

The thin high school senior casually replied, resting his forehead and thinking, he always felt that something was tugging at his heartstrings. After a while, his brows relaxed, and he stretched out his hand to pat the short and fat man,

"Let's go find Wei Enting."

"Wei Enting?"

Hearing this, the short and fat man was puzzled at first, then his eyes lit up, and his brows stretched.

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Shuidong is on the east side of the Shuidong River in Yujiang City, and Xiping Wuguan is on the west side of Yujiang City. Before going to Huichang Escort, it happened to pass through Taiping Street in the middle of the city.

At noon, it's time to eat.

Wu Qing's stomach was also growling early, so he went back to the original owner's house for dinner.

At the mouth of Bachi Alley on Taiping Street, there is still the bald old book stall owner,
"Ah Ching, you're back."

"Yes, Uncle."

Wu Qing greeted back.After two matches, this world finally came alive to him.

Zhang Ziqi babbled after him,

"Didn't you work in the Escort for a month, and you don't have a penny on your body? How powerful are you in the two fights, don't you want to cut a piece of white meat? At worst, get an old stick bone, and you can always ask for meat."

Who doesn't want to drink and eat meat when they are rich?Of course Wu Qing has no money.The Longxin Escort Bureau that the original owner worked for before was disbanded, and each person was dismissed with a bowl of clear noodles. The same was true for several escorts, let alone the original owner as an apprentice.Not a penny.

Wu Qing pointed to the open door and asked Zhang Zai seven questions,
"Eat one piece?"

Zhang Zaiqi waved his hand boringly,
"Forget it, don't you know that your third uncle sees that I don't like it? I think he is also annoyed. I'll go buy an old stick bone by myself, and I will wait for you in front of that cigarette advertisement picture?"

Wu Qing was a little curious,

"Cousin, are you okay all day?"

"Yes, I played the gong."

Zhang Ziqi takes it for granted, one last reminder,
"Advertising posters... When I came out of Xiping Martial Arts Hall, I saw the advertisement posters for white sparrow incense powder. It's not as big as cigarettes, hehe."

After finishing speaking, he clasped his hands in front of his chest, clasped them twice, and then walked away.

"Tsk."

The corner of Wu Qing's mouth twitched, turned around and walked into the house.

The original owner's third uncle Wu Laosan was burying his head on the table and dozing off. Xu Shi heard the sound of footsteps and raised his head. When he saw Wu Qing, he immediately reprimanded,

"Where did you run around yesterday?"

"Walking around." Wu Qing casually made up a reason.

"Don't dare to wander around. A few days ago, someone was kidnapped by mountain bandits at the gate of the city."

Wu Laosan complained, and when he saw his nephew came home safely, he got off the bench, wiped the hot sweat from his neck with a sweat towel, and picked up the shaving pick placed in the middle of the room,
"The rice is in the pot."

Wu Laosan's hair-shaved picker bumped out of the door.

Law and order in this day and age is bad enough.

As a joke, Wu Qing went to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, and there was an open bowl of eggplant sticks steaming on the upper layer of the pot, and a wooden steamer on the lower layer separated by the well-tac-toe stand, which contained a small half pot of pine flower yellow rice .

Wu Qing shook his head,

"The food is bad enough."

However, Wu Qing was not picky about food, so he immediately took out the food from the pot and chewed it slowly on the table.

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After parting ways with Wu Qing, Zhang Zaiqi strolled to Taiping Street, watched the people coming and going, reached into his trouser pocket, grabbed a few small coppers, didn't count them, and laughed at himself,

"Ah Qing doesn't have a few pennies, don't you only have seven pennies? It's useless."

The currency system of Qian State is very chaotic.

Banknotes issued by the central government of the Republic of China in conjunction with various banks, silver dollars; ten coins left over from the old Qian Dynasty, small copper coins; and silver coins and copper coins privately cast and printed by local warlords.And so on.

It is only said that there are only two things that are most commonly used and most trusted by the people. One is the thin-edged silver dollar minted by the central government, and the other is the small copper coin left over from the old Qian Dynasty.

Depending on the time, location, and degree of tightness between the two currencies, the exchange rates fluctuate frequently, but they are basically maintained at the ratio of one silver dollar to one thousand and one hundred small copper coins.

The seven small copper coins in Zhang Ziqi's hand are copper coins left over from the old Qian Dynasty.

As Zhang Ziqi said, Qiwen copper coins are really useless.

Nowadays, a steamed stuffed bun costs 26 Wen, an egg [-] Wen, and a catty of brown rice [-] Wen.

He turned his head to look at the food stall not far away, swallowed, turned to look at the steamed bun stall next to him, and swallowed again.

Buy a steamed bun?

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and stuffed the seven copper coins back into his pocket.

"Grandpa is full of water."

He walked to the side of Taiping Street, under the cigarette ad picture of a modern girl, leaned against the wooden pole under the ad picture, closed his eyes, on his thin but yellow face, the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears,
"Hey, ten people just stare at me while watching me drink water, so it's prestige."

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"Heroes are born with courage and boldness, with Qiushui Yanling knife on their waists. One day they will have the power in their hands, but the eagles and dogs will not see the heroes. Today we will talk about the heroes born in Yujiang, who became famous 15 years ago. Nan Yusan Duansong Shi Hai, one of Yingzhi, has taken over the bodyguard agency at home since he was young..."

In the teahouse, the storyteller spittle flew all over the place, snapped away the paper fan, and lifted the spirits of the audience, then brushed it quickly, threw the paper fan away, and shook it desperately.

The midsummer in Yujiang is too hot.Cicadas are all weak, and the sound sometimes disappears.

The teahouse is called Shuidong Teahouse. It is a Chinese-style two-story building sandwiched between various Western-style buildings on Wharf Road. There is a simple storytelling room inside, which is a good pastime on Shuidong Wharf Road.

In Shuidong of Yujiang County, there are [-] wharves, dozens of large and small factories, the freight is prosperous, there are many merchants coming and going, and there are also many dock workers.The head is extremely mixed.

The audience in the teahouse was also chaotic.Workers, street vendors, escorts, martial artists, gong players...

In the busy hour of three o'clock in the afternoon, these people are like cicada shells in midsummer, attached to the walls, killing time in idleness.

Outside the teahouse, Zhang Zaiqi looked at the guy at the door blocking people to pay, and then at the poster on the doorpost.
"Admission is by ticket, and tea is paid with twelve coins and small coppers."

He looked back and asked Wu Qing with some guilt,
"Is this it?"

Wu Qing looked at the plaque and nodded,
"This is."

The two of them rushed to Shuidong after lunch, and found out the location of the Huichang Escort Bureau from a passerby.

Huichang Escort Bureau was deserted and looked bleak, the old guard who stayed behind said that Escort Li had gone to Shuidong Teahouse to listen to books, and the two had no choice but to inquire about Shuidong Teahouse.

Zhang Ziqi asked Wu Qing with a sad face,

"You sure you don't have any money?"

"How many do you have?" Wu Qing asked back.

(End of this chapter)