That day, on the way home under the moonlight, they slowly stepped on the bluestone path. Occasionally, she would playfully dance with her hands behind her back and then turn around to smile at him. At that time, he only had a very simple thought, which was to earn more money so that she could live a good life as soon as possible. He didn't want such a good woman to roll her eyes with him. Then, he began to calculate how much money he had saved and when he could rent a bigger house, change it to a small courtyard, and finally change it to a big house. But as he thought about it, he couldn't help but sigh. It wasn't that he was tired, but he felt that if he wanted to live a down-to-earth life, every copper coin had to be stained with sweat. Fortunately, his legs weren't nimble, but he was diligent, willing to put in effort, willing to smile, and willing to get up early and work in the dark. After the early days when he was often treated as a joke and entertainment, the men who had a sword around the town and considered themselves as young heroes were not too willing to compete with a young waiter like him. In their words, it was meaningless to step on dog shit. Other than dirty shoes, it was useless. It was degrading to bully a waiter who couldn't make a sound after a few blows. Moreover, as he often called storytellers to the restaurant to tell stories about Jianghu, even if they often told clichéd stories, the small town showed its benefits. It was better to have stories to listen to when drinking tea than no stories at all, wasn't it? Moreover, whenever other storytellers competed with each other in the small restaurant, there would always be a few new tricks. The restaurant's business was generally getting better and better. That shopkeeper, no matter how much he nagged, was actually not a bad person. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken him in. As business gradually improved, he gave him a few more taels of silver every month. Occasionally, when the restaurant was closed, the shopkeeper would drink by himself and accidentally drink too much wine. He would even drag him, a waiter, to eat a few meat dishes with enough oil and water. When he got married, the shopkeeper even gave him a red packet of three taels of silver. It was considered a very generous gift in the small town. After that, he worked harder and harder. It was not an exaggeration to say that he could replace three waiters, but it was certainly not an exaggeration to say that he could replace two waiters. After this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, the shopkeeper gritted his teeth. He felt that no matter how easy the waiter was to order around, he would not be able to cope with the increasingly flourishing business. Therefore, he hired a delicate young lady from a neighboring village to be the wine seller. She was seventeen or eighteen years old and had good potential. It was just that her family was too poor and she appeared thin and tanned. After she started working in the restaurant, she had been stained with meat, fish and oil several times and her figure immediately became slim. Very soon, she gained a bit of a fresh and lively appearance. As a result, the restaurant's daily income increased again. This made the shopkeeper extremely happy. Especially with his discerning eyes, he could see that the young lady was a bit interested in the young man with the surname Wen. He was both angry and amused. He thought that his daughter was really obsessed with him. Even if the waiter's temperament was not bad, he still had a family. Why did she blindly bump into him like a moth bumping into a lamp? In the future, it would not be difficult to find a young man of equal social status. Could it be that she would have to become the Wen man's concubine? That was a blessing that only those rich old men in town could enjoy. However, what was even more interesting was that the young man with the surname Wen was usually quite smart. If it were any other ordinary man, it would be reasonable for him to touch the little girl's hand or pinch her waist when she took the initiative to throw herself into his arms. It was a small matter after all, it did not cost him a single cent. But the man surnamed Wen was still not enlightened; he was even more serious than the few scholars in the town who had achieved scholarly honors. This made the shopkeeper, who was watching the fun with a smile on his face, anxious for him.
It was going to be winter soon. The rich old men were probably counting their fingers and waiting for the day of snow. They had prepared enough charcoal at home and were eagerly waiting to wear those mink furs bought from the county town.
But it was much more difficult for the poor. It was cold when it snowed and even colder when the snow melted. Buying new clothes and thick boots cost money. Using charcoal to light the stove also burned money.
It was said that in the north, especially after the Guangling River that divided the Liyang Dynasty into the North and the South, many people died. The war was very fierce. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the imperial court were fighting there. There were even some well-informed town officials who came from the county town, saying that in the south, there was a great general under the command of a great lord. He led an army of one hundred thousand from the southernmost side to the Guangling River and killed until blood flowed like a river. It was said that the dead almost blocked the entire river. They also vaguely heard that the place called Beiliang in the northwest of Liyang suffered even more. The army of one million Beimang barbarians had arrived at their doorstep. Some of the older people in the town could not help sighing when talking about these important imperial matters. Many of the younger people were heartless and would talk back to the old people from time to time. Most of them thought that the war was not a big deal and that if they joined the army, they might be destined to be a general. When they came back from the battlefield, they would lead hundreds of armored soldiers and sit high on their horses. That was what they called awe-inspiring!
It had already been four or five days since the storyteller showed up in the restaurant. Not only were the regular customers unable to hold themselves back, some of the more impatient ones even stepped on the bench and cursed. Even the innkeeper was so anxious that he grabbed the waiter surnamed Wen and gave him a good scolding. The waiter smiled and explained that the storyteller had gone to the county town to learn from the old storyteller. Now, not only were there old storytellers in the few larger restaurants in town, even young and beautiful women were playing the pipa to liven things up. If they wanted to attract more business, they had to show some of their real skills! The innkeeper rolled his eyes. That was the logic, but you should at least let that old man come back and show us a few things. If you drag on any longer, the regular customers of the restaurant will all run away! The innkeeper finally patted the waiter's shoulder. Probably because he found his conscience, he glared at the waiter and said, "In the future, if you let that old freeloader go on a long trip, don't secretly pay for it. The restaurant will pay for it."
Without waiting for the waiter to flatter him, the innkeeper had already turned around and left with a hand on his chest. He muttered that his heart ached. You can't be a good person. You can't be a good person.
The waiter, who was crippled at a young age, looked at the side street and grinned.
That day, the old storyteller who had been fixed in this restaurant all year round finally came back. Moreover, word spread like wildfire, and the restaurant was full on that day.
Especially when the old man talked about one thing with joy, the entire restaurant roared with laughter. Even the innkeeper and the waitress were overjoyed. Everyone looked at the waiter surnamed Wen. Some of the rough men even held their stomachs and laughed so hard that they almost cried.
The storyteller who had rushed back from the county town said that the number one expert in the world was no longer Wang Xianzhi of the Martial Emperor City of the Eastern Sea, but a young vassal king, the King of Beiliang who had 300,000 Beiliang cavalry!
This number one expert in the world and Beimang's military god, a guy called Tuoba Bodhisattva, had a fierce fight in the Western Regions. The two top immortals in the world fought for thousands of miles. It was a fight that turned the sky and the earth upside down, and the sun and the moon lost their light.
Among them, our Li Yang's King of Beiliang had once beaten the most powerful guy of the Beimang dynasty out of the city with a single sword strike! If it wasn't thousands of steps, it should have been at least hundreds of steps! The city walls were like paper!
Then, that young vassal king who had ascended to the top of the Jianghu personally said that he had learned that sword strike from a swordsman from the Central Plains called Wen Hua.
Therefore, amidst the laughter, there were nosy people who kept shouting at the top of their lungs, "Hey, hey, hey, Wen, when did you get close to the King of Beiliang? Otherwise, when will you take us to the northwest to see the power of the Beiliang cavalry? "
"Yes, yes, yes, that's a prince. He should have a prince's mansion, right? Waiter, we'll take advantage of you. How about you take us to Beiliang tomorrow? It shouldn't be difficult to eat and drink well, right? "
"Flying sword! Give me a flying sword! Waiter Wen, since you can make that great prince admire you, you must have the flying sword skills from the romance novels. Why don't I break a stool leg for you, and you can take me flying? "
The lame young man who was standing in the restaurant's lobby was holding a jug of wine. For a moment, he forgot to pour wine for the guests. He didn't say anything and didn't answer, but he couldn't stop laughing.
However, he really laughed until tears came to his eyes.
At this moment, a guest who had finally realized that he hadn't received any wine after waiting for a long time slammed the table and roared, "Wen, where's the wine? Do you really think you're the swordsman from the Central Plains that the prince talked about? Damn you! "
The waiter suddenly lowered his head and lifted his crippled shoulder. He carelessly wiped away the tears on his face and laughed loudly.
"Ah, sir, here's the wine!"
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