At dusk that day, Chen Changsheng left.
He closed the door, sat quietly in the small courtyard, and at the moment when night fell, he turned into flying sand and dissipated and left quietly.
Qingshan City is as usual.
The heavy fog dissipated at dawn and then at midnight.
Shopkeeper Zhuang told everyone the news of his husband's departure, and all the listeners felt sorry for him.
"When will Mr. Jiucha come back?"
"Three years."
"how long!?"
"Not three days, not three months, but three years, three years."
"..."
There was a commotion in the teahouse.
Everyone was unhappy.
After listening to the plays these days, they have already become accustomed to the Mr. Jiucha who talks about "Liao Zhai" on the stage.
Shopkeeper Zhuang had no choice but to ask Mr. Jin Sanye for help. After all, it was not a big deal to make such a fuss.
However, Third Master Jin was not willing to help and said, "Shop Manager Zhuang, I'm not happy that your husband is leaving either. Let them make a fuss."
Shopkeeper Zhuang could only sigh helplessly after hearing this, and then asked about Cao Fa.
After all, a teahouse cannot be without a storyteller.
Jin Sandao said: "Boy Cao is still a long way from being ready, but with his energy, he may be able to take the stage in just half a year."
"Then just wait for the first half of the year." Shopkeeper Zhuang said.
Jin San was a little surprised when he heard this and asked: "What will we do in the next six months? The teahouse will not be open?"
Shopkeeper Zhuang said: "To tell you the truth, Mr. Chen has only been in the teahouse for half a month. In just this half month, he has made as much money as the teahouse made in the previous year, so there is no harm in waiting for the first half of the year."
When Jin San heard this, he said: "Shopkeeper Zhuang is so courageous! Jin San admires him."
"Master Jin San is so complimentary. What does Mr. Zhuang mean? He's just a shopkeeper."
Jin San just smiled in response.
He also thought that Cao Fa could come to power quickly. Of course, it would be best if Mr. Chen could come back.
Only the teahouse where Mr. Chen is is the most interesting.
…
When Ruyi and Ping An went to the yard again, they found that the door could not be opened.
From morning till night, Ruyi knocked on countless doors.
The door never opened.
She also realized at this time that Uncle Chen was gone.
Maybe she knew beforehand that her husband was leaving, so Ruyi wasn't so sad now.
The setting sun shines into this alley.
One big and one small were sitting in the courtyard with the gate behind closed doors.
Ping An turned to look at Sister and asked: "Sister, has Mr. gone?"
Ruyi touched his head and said, "Sir, you will come back again."
Ping An asked: "Will we still use writing after that?"
"of course yes!"
Ruyi said: "I will show it to you when you come back."
"oh……"
Ping An said that he wanted to learn sword dancing from his husband.
"Come on, let's go back."
Ruyi took Ping An's hand and returned to the yard.
Wang Sanniang made cake soup and Ping An ate a big bowl, but Ruyi didn't eat any.
Wang Sanniang asked: "Don't you like to eat? Why don't you eat a bite today?"
Ruyi shook her head and said, "Ruyi doesn't like eating it now, and she won't like eating it in the future."
Children's thoughts are always unpredictable.
…
After a few days, Ruyi took the branch and wrote on the ground.
Her handwriting became more and more beautiful.
But as she wrote, she sighed and threw the branch on the ground.
Ruyi felt strange.
Uncle Chen was gone, and no one was left to teach her. When she knew that Uncle Chen was gone, she didn't seem so sad.
But now when I am writing here, I will raise my head and take a look from time to time, as if there is a gentleman reading sitting in front of me.
But it was still empty somewhere.
Ruyi felt very sad, even sadder than before.
She thought of Grandpa Lou again. In previous years, Grandpa Lou would always tease her, which would often make her stamp her feet in anger.
Now Grandpa Lou is no longer here...
Ruyi looked at the word 'Ruyi' written on the ground.
She muttered: "It's not satisfactory at all..."
When Ping An heard his sister's muttering, he thought for a moment and said, "It's not Ping An at all."
Ruyi reached out and knocked Ping An on the head and said, "You can't say that."
"Sister, why can't I say it?"
"Because I am wishful thinking and you are peace."
Ping An touched his head. He didn't know what Sister A was talking about.
Sister A seemed to have said such inexplicable words just like Uncle Chen.
How strange.
…………
Cao Fa is still a waiter in the teahouse. He works in the teahouse every morning. In the afternoon, he will find a secluded place to practice his voice and enunciation until midnight.
Shopkeeper Zhuang said that he was not busy now, so he asked him to concentrate on practicing instead of busy with the teahouse affairs, and his monthly salary would still be paid.
Cao Fa was not happy. He said that there was no reason to get monthly money for free and he would not listen to any advice.
From then on, Jin Sanye often spent time in the teahouse, but what was different from the past was that he rarely talked to the guests in the teahouse.
Many times, he would find a secluded place to sit while asking for a pot of tea, with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him. He would sit quietly and think about it. Sometimes he would write down a few words, and then he would pause for a long time.
And so on...
Shopkeeper Zhuang saw all this. He thought that Mr. Chen chose randomly at first, but now it seems that Mr. Chen's vision is not bad at all.
He has never seen Mr. Jin thinking about things like this.
Shopkeeper Zhuang took a look at the teahouse and saw that since Mr. Chen left, the teahouse's business has really been getting worse.
But no matter how bad it is, it's still no worse than before. It's pretty good.
During this period, people kept coming to ask when Mr. Jiucha would be back.
But in the end, I couldn't find out the reason.
Later, gradually no one asked anymore.
It was only occasionally that someone would mention it, but once it was mentioned, the conversation would always last for a long time.
Let’s talk about “Liao Zhai” that Mr. Li said, talk about “Painted Skin”, let’s talk about “Liancheng”, let’s talk about “Nie Xiaoqian”...
Tea drinkers all deeply remembered such a storyteller.
Shopkeeper Zhuang was also pleased for Mr. Chen. This is probably the most praiseworthy thing for a storyteller.
Thinking about it now, King Nan has reorganized the rebels, and Qingshan City has become much more stable. Although there are Xiang troops guarding the outside, they are still in a stalemate, and there will be no more wars in the near future.
I thought it would settle down like this.
But not long after, something happened.
The hardest thing to avoid in this world is not war, but natural disasters!
This year there was a severe drought in the southern region, and Yuanchuan was not spared.
Originally, all the rice fields that King Nan had planted around Qingshan City had dried up, and even before they were harvested, they were already doomed to have no harvest!
Looking around, there are cracks in the fields.
Yan Ruchu looked at the scene in front of her and murmured: "Could it be that God wants to kill me..."
The scholar stood aside and was helpless.
The severe drought in the world is not something he can solve.
This severe drought also completely broke the tranquility of Qingshan City.
