The rain was so heavy that several shacks across the street from the tea house collapsed, almost hitting innocent people.
But Han Jiangling and the old shopkeeper in the teahouse who were sitting on the steps did not get up, but looked on coldly. Because in this Fengcheng city, it is written everywhere that you cannot protect yourself. What kind of business you do, who you look at, who you work as a thug in the background, and who gets money through charity. These rules and customs have long been the same. The people of Fengcheng who have lived through the endless years have been firmly imprinted on the city wall for generations, their bodies are twisted and bent, and they are quite solid and embedded in the city wall. Therefore, it looks like the entire Fengcheng city wall is intertwined with teeth, like stacks of human bones.
In his early years, Han Jiangling once read a book in which he was full of laughter and curses. However, in the end, he was still not a genius with a photographic memory. He only vaguely remembered a very interesting sentence.
I have been killing fish in the city for ten years, and my heart is as cold as a knife.
But under such playful and ridiculous words, every time Han Jiangling thinks about it, he must smile first, and then when the smile disappears, he can feel the surprisingly deep indifference of Xiao Han, just like the book What I wrote may have been written by The knife has never fallen into the hands of the author. The cold murderous aura has really passed through the book and circulated for infinite years, making people's eyes hurt.
Cries for help, the sound of rain, thunder and the rolling of the ground could be heard from the middle of the street to the sky. However, in the Buwu Tea House, there were only broken windows, which creaked with the wind and rain. Then they could no longer hold their bodies, and they fell down, leaving Ling lying on the ground. The sleepy man bared his teeth slightly, but when he woke up, he caught a glimpse of Han Jiangling's figure not far away, so he couldn't think of stepping forward again for a moment, so he timidly got up and sat aside, nervously heading towards the teahouse. Peeping at the door, they were afraid that this man who often used heavy blows during the fight and fought with a desperate fighting style would attack again, so he had no choice but to huddle close to the overturned table.
"Look at these poor people who are saving shacks. No matter whether they are inside or outside Fengcheng, we are used to seeing such poor people, but they can always taste something unusual among them, and they often feel that they are better than others. Strong, or a feeling of sadness for the death of a rabbit, or a sense of condescension and pity, ever-changing, and always inseparable from the word "overlooking", so the words of the saints I saw when I was young immediately felt self-defeating, but fortunately they were easy to understand. As time goes by, the teachings of saints have not been preserved much, but they have become light and comfortable." The old shopkeeper of Buwu Teahouse does not seem to be a businessman, but he is like a gentleman in an ordinary alley and village. , the bookish atmosphere became more intense, and he didn't care whether Han Jiangling beside him heard the words and muttered to himself.
"A century ago, there were still many teahouses and teahouses in Fengcheng City. I started my business with nothing, only six or seven teapots, a few ordinary tables and benches, but the price for tea was fair, no matter who came here to drink tea. No matter what kind of job people do and how much hard work they do, they can come here to drink a bowl of tea soup to keep out the cold in winter and sweat in summer. Back then, I thought I was a saint. Others made a lot of money, so I just took it. Two cents profit, the tea price is fair, and the tea soup is cooked well, I deserve to be rich."
After all, a few scattered residents came to the door. At first, they were still watching the excitement, but there were also three or two people who came forward to clean up the shacks for those poor people, regardless of hearing two or three words of gratitude. Cover your face with a pout
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He said that he was very capable, but one day he was tricked by others, and then he screamed that he was being wronged. It seemed that every boss who borrowed money from Fu Guiru had such words, but he didn't know the truth. Is it to find a high-sounding reason for oneself, or is it to think of the heyday of his spring and autumn, and then compare it with the miserable scene now that is not miserable, and is very unwilling to do so.
The old shopkeeper obviously also knew that Han Jiangling was waiting for these words, and he did not think about his words. It seemed that this was indeed the case. Between emotion and reason, it was a bit unreasonable to owe so much money and lose money, so after being silent for a long time, I finally had a few casual words with Han Jiangling.
Both inside and outside Fengcheng, there are those hard-working families who live by their own strength, and there are also those whose ancestors only know how to farm and have no other skills. They have neither money nor property, nor the ability to support their sons and daughters in the school. Moreover, even if someone risked their lives to send their children to the school, they still could not get an official position. Although Waibing City is small, the high-ranking officials are colluding, and the aristocratic families look at the endless possibilities, but it is not the turn of ordinary people's sons to become officials. Worshiping officials, even if Fengcheng is constantly expanding and creating many more official positions, a poor family will not have any good opportunities to enter an official career. Therefore, throughout the ages, outside Bingcheng outside Fengcheng and outside Fengcheng, the most common livelihood among ordinary people has been farming.
However, the land in Fengcheng has never fallen into the hands of ordinary people who are farmers. Even if there are those who are willing to go out of the city to farm, they have to deliver the grain and rice to the people who have land every year. Even in the good season, there will be no food left at home. Even grain, rice and money, let alone selling them along the street, may not even be able to keep much of the rations for a family for a year. The reason is that those who have land in their families have increased their incomes year after year, no matter how hard it is for those who work hard to cultivate the land. Even with great ability, it can only barely reach the mouth of the lake.
Since there is a livelihood in Hukou, it is still a little better than other businesses. Firstly, it is unfamiliar, and secondly, most people do not want to make progress, but they really can't find a way out. They almost live from birth to death, seeing and hearing. There are only a few, so they have to work hard for others, and most of the money and food are earned by others, and their own family is still destitute.
Among the many people in Fengcheng who started from humble beginnings, Lao Cao is quite capable. Just by selling tea, he managed to own such a teahouse after twenty or thirty years of hard work. The reason why Lao Cao was able to acquire this tea house is because of his own talents. In addition to the tea-making skills taught by our ancestors, we don’t know how to work hard
Tired, and more lucky than others, it happened to be a prosperous time in Fengcheng. Even for those martial artists with little ability, there were many people of the same generation who entered the government. The time, place and people were favorable. They were all taken over by old men, and only then could the Buwu Teahouse be built. But is Laochan's ability really greater than others? It is not certain that one can transform into a dragon when encountering storms, but if everything is calm all his life, even if one has the ability to transform into a dragon, it will still be useless in the current situation.
Although Han Jiangling did not want to believe these words, he did not hear any hypocrisy from the old shopkeeper.
"People will change. If you have suffered as much as I have, and spent a long time to find such a place to stay in this cannibal city of Fengcheng, then if one day, the years are unlucky, in Nejia City The dignitaries are ordering more and more Zhubu, and they want to tear out the money and intestines from everyone's arms. At that time, you will want to save this place no matter what. After all, you have worked hard for most of your life and only have this place. The teahouse, which is quite splendid, can make people feel that these years have not been in vain."
Tea Across the street from the tea building, the shack was re-propped and the main beams were reinforced repeatedly. Many people around who came to help were already soaked to the skin, but People all had smiles on their faces. Seeing that this shack can protect them from wind and rain, they inevitably felt excited.
"So I started a money-making business, and the money for tea and soup increased again and again. When I was at the end of my rope, I had to go to that small building and borrow some money from that woman to survive. I thought it was a life extension. But no matter how I borrowed it, how could I go there? With strong support, the levies from above are becoming more and more intense, and the situation is getting worse. Who can survive alone? Even his nephews, nephews and descendants were sent out of the city by the old man, and they did not dare to stay in Fengcheng. I really hope that when there is really no way out, the old man can carry everything on his own. The fruits of sinful deeds prosper from the old and decayed place, and they are destroyed from the old and decayed place, but they are very happy and tight.”
The rain continues.
The strong men in the teahouse helped each other to their feet, and trembled from the hands of the old shopkeeper.
After receiving some loose money, they did not dare to leave through the front door of the tea house. Instead, they left one after another through the back door of the tea house. It was probably Han Jiangling who was sitting at the front door of the tea house. His methods were indeed very shocking and almost frightened people.
But in fact, after such a life-and-death battle, Han Jiangling had not much blood left on his body. Winding streams flowed down from the wounds all over his body, soaking the threshold red. He no longer had any strength left to support his body, so he could only lean against the door leaf. Breathing hard, I turned my head to the sky, but I felt that the rain was not as cold as in summer, but as cold and desolate as in autumn and winter. There are two white silk ribbons hanging in the teahouse, hanging on the main beam. The old shopkeeper's face does not appear ferocious, but rather as if he has been relieved of a serious problem.
In the middle of the rainy street, someone came on horseback and stopped outside Buwu Tea House. He almost fell off his horse and held Han Jiangling's neck slightly stiff with one hand, trembling all over.
The woman who had never walked down the small building came here while it was raining.
He grabbed the collar of Han Jiangling's clothes and slapped his not-so-handsome face more than a dozen times before he fell limply to the ground and hugged the unconscious man.
"Fu Guiru, what's wrong with you?" Han Jiangling, who finally woke up, glanced at the woman lying in front of him and cursed helplessly.
