"A driver for a third-grade martial artist? That's an incredible place." Yan Li sighed. "Let me think about it."
Father Wang frowned slightly. In his mind, Yan Li's hesitation was a sign of a lack of decisiveness. Moreover, Yan Li was too ambitious. He was probably not suitable for hiring. He made up his mind to observe Yan Li for a period of time before deciding whether to help him get a place.
"Dad, Brother Yan, I'm back." Wang Qiaoqiao was like a young swallow returning to its nest. Carrying a small pot of wine, she bounced into the room, "Yan Dage, I bought the wine, here you are." She handed it to Yan Li and sat down next to him, "Why haven't you eaten yet?"
Yan Li took it and weighed it in his hand. It was at most 100g. He couldn't help but ask, "Why is it so little?"
Father Wang felt a little uncomfortable and said, "The wine is very expensive."
Wang Qiaoqiao was afraid that Yan Li would misunderstand, so she hurriedly said, "No, Brother Yan. The auntie next door is only willing to share a little. After noon, when the tavern opens, I'll buy it for you."
"Qiaoqiao, eat!" Father Wang picked up the chopsticks with a straight face.
"Oh." Wang Qiaoqiao saw that he was about to get angry, so she obediently lowered her head to eat.
In the past, Yan Li would have noticed it, but at this moment, his mind was on the wine. Although the wine's strength was not as strong as Fire Beyond the Sky, it was enough to burn the heart compared to other plain water-like wines.
He drank two mouthfuls, then picked up the chopsticks and prepared to eat something. His movement suddenly stopped. The table was full of chicken, duck, fish, and all kinds of dishes, but the bowl was filled with a black mass that looked like sesame paste.
He picked up a little with the chopsticks and put it into his mouth. After chewing it, he found that it was very coarse, as if it was made from grated weeds. It tasted bad and a little bitter. He turned to Wang Qiaoqiao and said, "Do you have rice?"
Wang Qiaoqiao made an "ah" sound and stammered, "Rice, rice … we, we can't afford it …"
"Humph!" Father Wang was getting more and more unhappy. He had lived for most of his life, but he had never seen such a shameless person.
Yan Li was stunned. If this was in China, he would not believe it at all. A chicken drumstick could be exchanged for three days' worth of rice. But here, he felt that everything was possible, so he was no longer picky and just ate.
Old Man Wang saw him finish the entire bowl, and his expression became slightly better. He said, "A bucket of rice in the market costs a hundred taels of heaven profound stones. Only the leaders of aristocratic families and sects can afford it."
Yan Li was secretly surprised. If he calculated it, a family of four would have to eat twelve taels of heaven profound stones a day. It was simply extravagant.
After eating, Yan Li helped Qiaoqiao clean up the table and wash the dishes. Old Master Wang saw that he was quite diligent and his impression of him changed a lot. He said: "Brother Yan, I have to go to the yamen now. In the afternoon, you and Qiaoqiao stay at home and help greet the guests who come to visit."
"I understand," Yan Li nodded and drank the last drop of wine in the pot. He licked his lips as if he hadn't had enough.
When Old Man Wang went out, he looked at Wang Qiaoqiao with a smile.
Wang Qiaoqiao pursed her lips: "Brother Yan, didn't we agree that we can only drink one more time today?"
Yan Li smiled: "But you just promised to buy it for me."
Wang Qiaoqiao said helplessly: "Brother Yan, I don't think you want to drown your sorrows in wine. Why do you have to drink?"
Yan Li covered his heart: "Only by drinking can I feel its beating and remind me that I am still alive."
Wang Qiaoqiao said: "Did something happen before you went down the mountain?"
"I hurt someone." Maybe it was because of the wine, Yan Li's heart was slightly stung.
Wang Qiaoqiao bit her lips and said: "Is, is it that girl named Ji Zhiyuan?"
Yan Li's whole body trembled. He said: "How do you know?"
Wang Qiaoqiao said: "When you were drunk, you called this name thousands of times. My ears have calluses."
She curiously said: "Brother Yan, can you tell me about her? What kind of person is she?"
Yan Li slowly sat down and said with a smile: "She is a shy person, not very good at expressing herself. She is very pure, for the country and the people. She worries about the world first. She doesn't betray the world, doesn't betray the common people, and … doesn't betray me. She never complains. She is hardworking, strong, brave, and kind. If you compare her to a flower, it should be the peach blossom. Facing the lingering charm of the proud and cold plum blossom, it is reserved and reserved, light but has a long aftertaste. What she likes the most is peach blossom. "
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but whisper: "In April, the peach blossoms begin to bloom. A cluster without a master, the depth is suitable. "
Wang Qiaoqiao twisted her fingers and said sadly: "She is really a perfect woman. No wonder Brother Yan loves her so deeply."
Yan Li gritted his teeth and said: "She has a flaw!"
Wang Qiaoqiao said: "What flaw?"
Yan Li painfully said, "Her only flaw is that she trusts others too easily, especially scum like me, who has been scheming to deal with her!" He held his head in his hands and couldn't help but tremble.
Wang Qiaoqiao was moved: "So Brother Yan drinks to forget her, to forget the pain?"
"No …" Yan Li said: "I have dug out my heart for a stupid thing. Only wine can remind me of her. The pain I've suffered is nothing compared to her pain. "
Wang Qiaoqiao squatted down in front of him, held Yan Li's hand and said softly: "Why don't you ask for her forgiveness? Girls are soft-hearted. If you coax her, maybe she will forgive you. "
Yan Li shook his head: "She won't forgive me … Actually, I have been thinking that if I live in seclusion, she will gradually forget about me. Maybe it will reduce the pain."
Wang Qiaoqiao was happy and said: "Brother Yan wants to live in seclusion here?"
Yan Li looked up and smiled: "There are mountains, water and wine here. More importantly, there is a considerate Qiaoqiao. It is a good choice to spend the rest of my life here."
Wang Qiaoqiao shyly turned around: "I, I am going to buy wine."
"Wait." Yan Li looked at a wood carving on the table behind the dining table: "Can you help me buy a carving knife?"
"There is one at home." Wang Qiaoqiao said.
"Oh?" Yan Li said.
Wang Qiaoqiao sweetly said: "I have learned it before. But my father didn't let me. He said it hurt his hand. I still have the knife. Brother Yan, wait. I will go get it for you."
In the next two days, Yan Li drank and learned carving from Wang Qiaoqiao.
The carving knife was like the brushwork of calligraphy. The first premise was that the hand must be steady and not tremble. Secondly, attention should be paid to the turning, cadence, concave and convex, ups and downs of the knife. Only by mastering these can the wood carving appear vivid and natural.
He studied without sleep or rest until he forgot himself, throwing cultivation and the past to the back of his mind.
Perhaps a beard is a sign of maturity.
In just two days, Yan Li changed from a slightly inexperienced teenager to a slovenly young man.
These two days, Qiaoqiao used her private money to buy a lot of wine for him. The rice in this world was ridiculously expensive, so of course, the wine was also ridiculously expensive.
The money she had stashed away was almost her dowry.
Old Wang's father had a porter named Zhao Dechuan. He was not only the most reliable and strongest porter under Old Wang's father, but also a cultivator. He was one of the two third-grade martial artists mentioned by Old Wang.
Zhao Dechuan had a soft spot for Wang Qiaoqiao. On the first day of the New Year, he carried a big and small bag to pay a New Year's call. When he saw Wang Qiaoqiao teaching Yan Li carving, he was so jealous that he almost fought with Yan Li.
Yan Li lived in the Wang family for three days. On the third day of the New Year, he drank all of Wang Qiaoqiao's dowry. This time, Zhao Dechuan was so angry that he directly rushed to his room.
"The one surnamed Yan, get up." He rushed to the bed, grabbed Yan Li, who was sitting against the wall, and angrily said, "You little hoodlum, how long do you want to stay in your father's house? I tell you, if you don't leave today, I will break your legs and throw you out of the city to fend for yourself! "
Yan Li let him grab him, without struggling or resisting, still holding the carving knife to carve on the wood.
"Zhao Dechuan, who allowed you to come in!" Wang Qiaoqiao came in with a basin of water for washing. Seeing this, she shouted, "This is big brother Yan's room, get out of here!"
Zhao Dechuan's face turned pale and said unwillingly, "Qiaoqiao, after this pretty boy came, your attitude towards me is getting worse and worse. I want to know, what do you like about him?"
Wang Qiaoqiao angrily said with a straight face: "He is better than you, I just don't like you. Go, or I will let my father break your legs!"
Zhao Dechuan glanced at the basin of water and trembled with anger: "You, you haven't even slept with him yet, but you're already spending money to buy wine for him, and also helping him wash his face and dress like a maid. What are you after?"
"I want to, why do you care?" Wang Qiaoqiao said fiercely.
"Pretty boy!" Zhao Dechuan became bold, raised his fist, and fiercely punched Yan Li's face.
True Qi was attached to his fist. He was confident that this punch could even smash marble.
"Stop!" Just then, a cold shout came from outside the door.
Zhao Dechuan turned his head and gritted his teeth: "Dad!"
"Let him go," Father Wang said with a cold face, but he did not walk in.
Zhao Dechuan angrily released his hand.
Only then did Father Wang turn to Yan Li and say: "Brother Yan, I have prepared some water and wine in the courtyard." With that said, he turned and left.
"There's wine?" Yan Li's eyes lit up, and he immediately followed.
When he came to the courtyard, there was indeed a table of wine and dishes, but there was a row of burly men standing around the courtyard, all of them staring at him with a frightening gaze.
What kind of person was he? With one look, he knew what was going on.
Sitting down, he picked up the wine pot and took a light sip, then said: "Yellow Crane Restaurant's superior flower carvings, as a farewell wine, isn't it a little extravagant?"
Father Wang said calmly, "Tokugawa learned his straightforward personality from me. Brother Yan, people must pay in order to reap. This is a principle that I have understood after living for most of my life, and today I will give it to you. "
Yan Li smiled and said: "Thank you very much, it's also time for me to leave."
"Dad!" Wang Qiaoqiao looked at Father Wang with a pale face.
Seeing her like this, Father Wang said bitterly: "Dad is doing this for your own good. Look at what you have become!"
Wang Qiaoqiao looked at Yan Li with tears in her eyes, hoping that he would say something.
Yan Li drank a mouthful of wine, and just as he was about to open his mouth to comfort her, two screams suddenly came from the door. He saw two burly men flying in, crying out in pain on the ground.
Father Wang's face darkened: "What happened?"
"Dad, it's bad, Zhang Biao is here!" one of the burly men said in fear.
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