After the exchange between the three of them ended, Su Ziji refused Zhang Sheng's suggestion to drive him back in an ox cart and walked to the street, where people were coming and going and it was bustling.
Although it can't be said that there are teahouses and restaurants everywhere, there are teahouses, restaurants, and shops in a row, which is quite lively and has a rare prosperity.
"A prosperous age?" Su Ziji's eyes turned. Everything was similar to the original dynasty, but the ghosts and gods still made him very concerned.
"Huh?" Just thinking about it, Su Ziji suddenly frowned and looked back. He felt that someone seemed to be following him behind him. However, when he looked at it, he only saw no crowd at the corner of his clothes. He did not see clearly who was staring at him. Who, wait until you leave, this feeling will be gone.
"I didn't see it, but it shouldn't be an illusion. Someone was following me."
"It should be Mr. Zhang's people. It seems that two noble people have left Linhua County? It seems that you need to be more careful these days." Su Ziji was stunned. It seemed that he had to go to Yu Lu and Zhang Sheng every day. In this case, Yu and Zhang's family are rich, so I understand that Boss Zhang doesn't dare to cause trouble.
"Hmph, even a mere Jianghu gang dares to be so rampant. When I win the title of Scholar, oh, no, the Scholar will not be destroyed. When I win the title of Juren, this gang will be destroyed."
"If it angers me, it's not impossible to attack and kill him at night." Su Ziji thought and disappeared into the crowd.
Shen’s Restaurant not far away
"call!"
When Su Ziji gradually left, the wild Taoist who had hidden himself in the door exhaled a breath, only to feel a thin layer of cold sweat on his back.
"A scary person." The wild Taoist sat on the table, his face flushed, and he just muttered: "Just one glance just now made me feel depressed. This kind of temperament..."
"If we were in troubled times, I would dare to recognize the master and assist Jackie Chan, but it's a pity that it's now."
The wild Taoist's expression changed. He learned the art of slaying dragons, which is the most sensitive. But the world is peaceful, and all this is empty talk.
"The time has passed!"
The wild Taoist sighed in his heart and looked outside. Shop after shop, crowded with people, all smiling, this is the people's will, this is destiny.
"Even now, it is difficult to fight against such a person, and it is not the boss Zhang who can shake him. But I got on the pirate ship, and the boss Zhang will never allow me to jump off."
"But should I prepare for a rainy day?" Thinking of the actions of Boss Zhang and the Taoist priest, the wild Taoist suddenly made up his mind and waved his hand.
"Sir, what do you want?" The waiter who had already noticed it hurriedly stepped forward.
"Here are your signature dishes, two dishes, one soup and one pot of wine. Do you have paper and pen and ink? I'll write a letter." The wild Taoist said, and the waiter responded: "Yes, come right away."
In a blink of an eye, the pen and ink came up, and the wild Taoist wrote a line of words, threw a piece of silver, about one tael in weight, and said: "Bring me food and wine, and also, send me this note, please be quiet." Quietly, the rest of the money is yours."
Say, tell me your address.
"Thank you for your reward!" Two dishes, one soup and one pot of wine only cost 700 taels of silver. This tael of silver costs 1,100 taels of silver. After hearing the address, which is not far away, the waiter smiled so much that his eyes narrowed and he bowed: "Don't worry, I'll send it over in a minute and make sure his dogs don't bark!"
dawn
The weather was getting warmer, but the humidity was heavy. Su Ziji yawned and got up, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and looked at the book box he had packed yesterday.
"Just have two sets of clothes to change."
"We have enough money. Let's go into the city with Yu Lu. I will take care of you."
"The most important thing now is to memorize the list of taboos, so as not to make another mistake in the government examination. This must not be passed."
Su Ziji checked everything, laid down two boiled eggs for breakfast, picked up the book box and left, but when he was about to open the door, he was suddenly startled.
A blank piece of paper was stuffed between the cracks in the door.
"Who gave me the letter?" Su Ziji was a little suspicious. When he picked it up and looked at it, he was startled. He saw a painting painted on it. The ink was light but the outline was clear.
But it was a person, vaguely his own face, and five green-faced and fanged evil spirits were pulling his feet. Below was a line of words that read: "Tongshan Temple will be cursed in the near future, please be careful."
In the past, Su Ziji would have smiled. If the art of witchcraft and Gu was effective, why would he use his brain and knife?
But now, Su Ziji was shocked, the muscles on his cheeks twitched twice, his back was slightly sweaty, he subconsciously touched his waist, and suddenly a murderous aura rushed up.
"Damn it, Tongshan Guan wants to harm me again? He is really killable!"
Breathing heavily, Su Ziji's face fell like water. Tongshan Guan was different from the two gangsters. Even if he could kill him, the government would investigate in anger, but he would be doomed by then.
"For today's plan, obtaining fame is the most important thing."
"When you get to the mansion, it's best to hide in the mansion."
Su Ziji thought about it, opened the door, and headed towards Ye's bookstore, just thinking: "Hey, why does this handwriting look familiar, but I can't remember it."
Yip's Bookstore
The door was not opened today, and the room inside was extremely quiet. Only the hissing sound of the medicine stove under the eaves was clearly audible, and Ye Buhui was carefully fanning the air to keep the medicine smoke away from the room as much as possible.
Ye Weihan sat against the wall, with a pillow on his back. He still smelled the smell of medicine. He coughed lowly from time to time. When he heard the sound, Ye Buhui hurried over: "Dad, take the medicine."
This was a bowl of thick black medicine, very bitter. Ye Weihan drank it all in one gulp, and then coughed violently, making Ye Buhui pat Ye Weihan's back.
"Dad, I still won't go to Fucheng." After a moment, Ye Buhui suddenly spoke amidst Ye Weihan's coughing.
Ye Weihan coughed for a while: "You girl, I have this old problem. You didn't go because of my illness this time. Are you going to give up the next time because of my illness in the future?"
"Dad, this time is different." Ye Buhui lowered his head, feeling as if his heart was being squeezed when he thought of Doctor Zhao's words: "You coughed up blood this time. Doctor Zhao said that your condition has relapsed severely this time. How can I Are you safe at home alone?"
Ye Weihan stared at her little face, sighed secretly, and said: "Isn't there Dr. Zhao? When you go to Fucheng, I will stay overnight at the Zhao Family Medical Center. They can take in patients there, and the price is only thirty yuan per night. For the cost, there will be people brewing the medicine, so why do you need to give up the chess game?"
This was said so easily that Ye Buhui choked.
"I'm not going anyway!" She turned her face to the side and said.
"You kid." Ye Weihan was still about to speak. At this time, there was a knock on the door. If you can enter the inner courtyard, you must have a key. He said, "Are you a child? Come in quickly!"
Su Ziji went in and found that Ye Weihan had sat up. After a closer look, he looked stronger than yesterday, but he still kept coughing.
"Tuberculosis was almost incurable in ancient times." Su Ziji was in a complicated mood, but Ye Weihan immediately waved and said to Ye Buhui: "You can make me some porridge for breakfast."
"Okay!" Ye Buhui stared at Su Ziji fiercely, feeling very dissatisfied.
