Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 202 Late Spring

Hearing the words, the head shopkeeper seemed a little depressed, sighed a long time, and said in a low voice: "If the manager didn't come to remind me, I wouldn't have asked you. You should know how many times the head manager came to bump into you." Nail, I'm not in a hurry to give words now, I just want to know one thing, that is, when Mr. Dong Ling will come back. This is just a matter of one sentence, if we can't even do this well, you and I... I can choose another place." As he spoke, he sighed again, his face full of sorrow.

Hearing this, the second shopkeeper's face collapsed, his two eyebrows twisted into two black worms, the first shopkeeper also sighed endlessly, and the two of them were speechless for a while.

At this time, not only the two storekeepers of the Xianweilou were troubled, but more than half of the shopkeepers in the entire street were worried about the mysterious Dongling Yelao in the Yuanlou.

The shops on Donglaifu Street all have owners behind them. Most of these owners are either rich or expensive, and some are even more expensive.

Judging from the previous four days of Wei Zhishang, the little-known Dongling wild old man has already made some famous names, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a master of magic.

Shushu belongs to metaphysics, and those who are proficient in this way are all great talents. Therefore, for this Dongling wild old man, the nobles either have a heart of admiration, or want to recruit him under the door, or want to ask for advice, fortune-telling and so on.Almost half of the gentry in Beijing had their eyes fixed on Donglaifu Street, and they all gave orders to their stewards, asking them to find out the news as soon as possible.

In this way, the storekeepers of the shops on the same street as the Yuanlou became the outposts to inquire about the news, but this Yuanlou is very mysterious, so far they have only met a few guys. Although the owner and his wife were not faceless, it was difficult to strike up a conversation, which made the shopkeepers anxious.

It stands to reason that with the power of these gentry, they could have overwhelmed them and forced that Dongling Yelao out.Unfortunately, they couldn't do that.

Such things were originally beautiful, elegant, and coquettish things, but once they were done with a high eyebrow, they would lose their gentry demeanor and would definitely become the laughing stock of the entire capital.

So I suffered from these shopkeepers, so I could only stretch my neck every day, lower my figure, and build a relationship with the guys in the Yuanlou. It hasn't been half a month, and the guys in the Yuanlou have obviously thick waistlines , his complexion is getting better, it is obvious that he has been nourished by these shopkeepers.

Agui's complexion at this moment is also moist and glowing.

However, his expression was a little tired.

Last night, the shopkeeper of the silk shop at the street corner dragged him out for a drink. He drank too much, and he still has a hangover and a headache.

Lazily unloading the last door panel, and hanging down the gray and rustic door curtain, Agui didn't even look at the crowd around the door, he just half-opened his eyes and said lazily: "Chenchu ​​opened, everyone Wait." After speaking, he shouted inside: "Hurry up, the table hasn't been wiped clean yet."

There were jagged responses from behind the door curtain, and they didn't sound energetic.

Agui shook his head, lifted the curtain and walked in, and came out again after a while, with his hands carefully wrapped around his chest and abdomen, and a roll of paper between his arms.

"Oh, it's here, it's time to post a notice!" The crowd became commotion again, and someone shouted excitedly.

Others scolded: "What are you arguing about, all the spittle is flying on my face."

Someone shouted again: "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, you have to watch... Who the hell stepped on my feet, my shoes..."

Everyone laughed, and a clear shout came from the other end: "Ink ink, fresh ink, only five yuan, a piece of white paper, and you can copy it twenty steps west, it's cheap, it's cheap, hurry up!" Come and take a look..."

For a while, there was a lot of noise in the crowd, which was comparable to that of the vegetable market.

Agui rolled his eyes with his back turned to everyone.

A county has never seen anything in the world, so it's crowded. After reading the content above, why don't you fight?
Rolling his eyes, he stepped on the stool that had been placed long ago, and a young man ran by beside him, handing the paste basin and brush.

Agui picked up the brush, stretched his arms, dipped the paste into the basin in a smart way, and brushed it on the wall several times. Fang held his breath, respectfully and carefully unfolded and smoothed the roll of paper, and then An extremely pious gesture was posted on the wall.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.Everyone looked up, and looked at Agui—the notice in front of him—with eyes of admiration and awe.

Flatten the notice with a clean soft brush, Agui looked around and saw that the post was smooth and correct, so he coughed, jumped off the stool, and immediately got behind the curtain with lightning speed, " With a bang, the door was also closed.

Almost at that instant, the crowd had changed from commotion to crowding, and from crowding to noisy again. Everyone squeezed under the wall pasted with "Wei Zhi Sun", and there were endless scolding and shouting. It was almost a mess.

In the private room on the second floor of Shui Xianju, the window sash was quietly opened a crack, and a capable-looking man held the window rail, and looked through the gap at the crowded crowd across the street, expressionless.

"Have you posted it?" A scribe with a clear face walked over and asked in a low voice.

The able-bodied man nodded, and the scribe immediately turned around and sat down at the table. There were already pens and inks on the table, so he picked up the pen and said to the able-bodied man, "Read it."

The lean man squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the Wei Zhiyue posted on the wall from a distance, and thought of each word.

His eyesight seemed to be very good, even after such a long distance, he could still read the words on the notice verbatim.And that scribe was even more amazing, he picked up his pen and dipped his ink in the ink, and his stroke of seal character was like a knife carving, and the speed of his writing was almost the same as the speed of the man's reciting.After he finished reading, the scribe just finished writing the last word.

"It's over?" The scribe put his pen back on the delicate sandalwood stand and asked, raising his eyes.

The capable man nodded.

"Very good." The scribe smiled and picked up the paper to blow the ink on it.

At this moment, the able-bodied man suddenly let out a "huh" and said, "Wait a minute, sir."

"What's wrong?" The scribe raised his head and looked at him with some puzzlement.

The able-bodied man concentrated his energy on his eyes, looked around, and then said in a deep voice: "There are a few small words under the notice, I missed it just now."

The scholar stroked his beard and laughed when he heard the words, and said jokingly: "The guard Li is famous as a falcon, and his eyes are as bright as a torch."

The guard named Li Sun still had no expression on his face, and read out the six small characters at the bottom of the notice word by word: "Butterfly, stubborn stone."

As the scribe picked up his pen and wrote quickly, he showed a little bit of surprise. After finishing writing, he stared at what he had written down, with even more surprise on his face, and muttered to himself: "Strange."

　Alright, I have made up all the debts. Have a nice weekend, everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)