In the extraordinary world, I can only travel to the world of women

Chapter 220
I originally thought that after traveling for so long, I would rest for a day.

Just to avoid the rain.

Eating in the lobby, you can see the street from the original drizzle to the downpour, and it only takes a stick of incense.

The small merchants who originally set up stalls all packed up their things and went to shelter from the rain under the eaves.

After Fang Xing finished his meal, he saw that the rain outside was almost in a line, so he didn't have the mood to go out.

"Guest officer, the umbrella you want."

Fang Xing was about to take a rest when the small accountant ran over with an umbrella in his hand and handed it to Fang Xing.

"Are you practicing martial arts? Are you going to the northwest too?"

"Guest officer, I think you'd better not go out for the time being. It's windy and rainy outside, even if you have an umbrella, you have to get wet."

The small accountant kindly persuaded him, but the shopkeeper behind him pinned his head.

"Kids don't interrupt adults' affairs!"

The shopkeeper pulled his child behind him, smiled at Fang Xing and said:
"Guest officer, my child is not sensible, so don't mind if I make a mistake."

Fang Xing didn't feel offended, instead he even praised the young accountant for being a smart young man, and the shopkeeper has successors.

After chatting for a few words, Fang Xing went upstairs to rest.

The shopkeeper took his aggrieved son back to the counter.

It was raining now, and there was no one else at the counter, so the shopkeeper's face was pulled down.

"Do you know it's wrong?"

As soon as the little accountant raised his head, Lao Gao said stubbornly:

"Where did I go wrong?"

The shopkeeper's face became more serious, and he nodded the small accountant's head with his hand:

"I told you, don't show off your cleverness, we are serving guests, just do your duty."

"You said that he is a martial arts practitioner, and you still ask where he is going and what he is doing. Why do you ask this?!"

"Not everyone in the Jianghu has a good temper. If you don't mind, just wave your hand. If you mind, you'll have to bear it if you slap your face!"

"You have to remember that we are ordinary people, and we don't have the ability to talk to these high-ranking people!"

The shopkeeper spoke sternly, and the small accountant also stood upright and listened attentively.

There was thunder outside.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

It was only in the afternoon, and the sky was as dark as it was at night.

Fang Xing lay down in the room for a while, feeling really bored, so he went down to the lobby again.

With such a heavy rain, there are no customers in the store.
Two or three shop waiters were cleaning the tables while they were free, and the little cashier at the counter kept his head down.

Fang Xing leaned over curiously and found that the small accountant was copying books.

I copied a picture of the bastard playing in the water from a piece of paper.

Long necks, short necks, square shells, round shells, big heads, small heads, and those lining up to drill rope sets.

Fang Xing: ...

"What a picture of an old turtle hanging himself!"

"This is because old birthday stars eat arsenic, and the collective dislikes their lives for a long time, right?"

As soon as the little accountant looked up and saw Fang Xing standing in front of him, he subconsciously hid the piece of paper he had just drawn.

Then he looked back and saw that his father was not here, so he was relieved.

"Guest officer, what's the matter?"

"No, I'm idle. I've been bored for a long time."

Fang Xing told the truth.

In this world for so many years, either working or making money to practice martial arts, or rushing on the road.

Even a person who could be regarded as a friend was taken away by the elders of the sect, and now he doesn't know whether he is dead or alive.

So boring is really boring.

Every day, apart from doing exercises to pass the time, I don't know what to do at all.

"If you're bored, or find some books to read."

The small accountant enthusiastically took out a lot of books from the drawer and handed them directly to Fang Xing.

"Just remember to return it to me after reading it."

After coming to this world for so long, Fang Xing really didn't have much contact with the books in this world.

I was also interested in being mentioned by the small accountant.

"Then I'll take a few books and read them first, and return them to you after reading them."

After receiving the book, Fang Xing asked the clerk in the store to refill the hot tea in the room later, and then returned to the room.

I saw Fang walking.

The little accountant stuck out his tongue.

Come on.

The book that was requested to be punished for copying was borrowed, so I don't need to copy it now!
Thanks for this boring big brother!
Just as I was about to take out the paper and continue to draw my picture of the bastard hanging on the wall, I felt something was wrong.

Turn around.

The shopkeeper held a broomstick in his hand, and stared at the small account room with a gloomy expression.

moment--

【Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa! ! ! 】

"Ah! I was wrong, I was wrong!! Dad, I was wrong, ahhh!"

Beating children on rainy days, idle is idle.

But no one expected that the rain would never end.

It had been raining all night, but it had just stopped for less than half an hour. Fang Xing had already had breakfast and was about to leave, when the pouring rain started again.

The rain today is heavier than yesterday.

The shopkeeper directly told the guys to go home. If someone still lives in a lower village, they should call the family members away immediately.

It rained all day again.

Fang Xing didn't want to rush on the rainy day, so he continued to stay in the inn.

This rain.

It went on for five days!
At the end of the day, the shopkeeper was numb.

All that can be eaten in the kitchen is a bundle of green onions and two jars of pickles.

I almost forgot, and that kelp.

The shopkeeper of the rice noodle shop on this street is a stingy guy. The house was rotten and not repaired. The next day it rained, the roof leaked, and the water filled the house, making the water on the street white. of.

The shopkeeper of the butcher's shop can't sell pork, and people who come with livestock can't leave the house. Even if the shopkeeper grinds his knife, he can't do it.

Look at the guests in the inn.

The shopkeeper took the umbrella and went out the door as if death was at home. There was a storm and thunder outside, and it took an hour to come back.

I don't know where the shopkeeper went, and he brought back a cart of vegetables, two hangs of bacon, and a small jar of rice wrapped in oilcloth.

Seeing that the shopkeeper's whole body was still dry, just below the neck, Fang Xing couldn't help but went over and said hard work.

The shopkeeper came out in the morning.

in the afternoon.

The weather cleared up.

The clouds cleared.

The shopkeeper stood directly at the door and scolded the street!
"I spent three times the money to buy vegetables!!"

"You've been fucking raining all day and I'm getting my money's worth!"

"It's sunny after buying vegetables on the front foot. This is against me!"

The customers in the store were all happy, so were the guys, and the little accountant was also giggling happily.

Everyone finished laughing.

People on the street also came out one after another, and some news and information finally began to circulate.

At this moment.

Everyone couldn't laugh anymore.

The torrential rain for several days caused the water volume of the surrounding rivers to soar, and almost all the bridges either disappeared or were directly flooded.

The road is now muddy, and it is impossible to leave at all.

In several low-lying villages, even the houses and crops have been submerged in the water during the rain for the past few days. It is not known how many villages can survive.

The worst thing is that there are still many old farmers with little ability who lost all their savings in this heavy rain.

(End of this chapter)