Entering Tsukiji, you will see a series of lavish mansions. Each one can be said to be extraordinary and extremely heroic.
These were built by the Jidu Chamber of Commerce at a cost of tens of thousands of dollars and are planned to be sold after they are all completed.
Now all we have to do is blast open the mountain to the west to open up space, and then the final main residence of the garden can be put up for sale.
Li Qiantang and Yan Zhuo walked in tandem and soon passed through the mansion garden and stopped in front of a large area of ruins.
The ruins in front of them were the peaks that had been blasted open with gunpowder for more than thirty years.
Originally, this mountain was two hundred feet tall, but now it was suddenly reduced to less than eighty feet in ruins. Not to mention it had become lower by more than half, and even the air was filled with the unpleasant smell of gunpowder.
Seeing the ruined scene in front of him, Yan Zhuo was so angry that he had a toothache. He looked around and found that there was no one in front of the huge ruins. Fortunately, Li Qiantang, who has good eyesight, hurriedly explained: "Master Yan , the craftsmen all went behind the ruins to look at the house, and I guess the little Taoist priest also went."
"A house?" Yan Zhuo asked, "What house?"
Li Qiantang raised his left hand and pointed behind the pile of ruins, and said with a smile: "Mr. Yan, just... right behind the ruins, as soon as the mountain peak exploded, a valley magically appeared out of thin air behind the mountain. , there is a very big house in that valley, much bigger than our entire mansion and garden, and I haven’t had time to see it yet. Manager Yan, didn’t I tell you about it in the carriage earlier, haha..."
Yan Zhuo frowned and looked in the direction Li Qiantang pointed. Apart from a pile of ruins and peach blossoms falling in the wind, he saw nothing else.
"Master Yan, why don't we climb over this ruins and have a look too." Li Qiantang asked.
"Yes!" Yan Zhuo nodded impatiently: "Lead the way."
Not long after, Li Qiantang and Yan Zhuo set out again, choosing the lowest part of the ruins and turning over. The process can be said to be quite thrilling. Yan Zhuo almost stepped on the air and fell down several times, and Li Qiantang was no better. After all, this is a piece of ruins that has just been blown up. There are many scattered pieces on it, and there is no way to pass.
However, the two of them finally turned over, but they were also panting and sweating from exhaustion, especially Yan Zhuo, who was so tired that he was out of breath and sat down on the ground.
Li Qiantang simply adjusted his breath, walked forward, bowed slightly and said, "Manager Yan, why don't we take a rest here first? We'll be there not far ahead."
Yan Zhuo did not refute, but said out of breath: "You... you go... go and see where the little Taoist is, and then... call me, I I can’t walk anymore.”
"Yes, Manager Yan." Li Qiantang nodded and said with a smile, "Then you can rest here first. I will be back soon."
After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly towards the house.
Shortly after Li Qiantang left, Yan Zhuo's aura finally softened a bit.
At this time, he realized the surrounding environment. Although the Peach Blossom Mountain on all sides was blown up, the beauty here could not be stopped. The petals were flying and the birds were singing. It was a scene that was not like the human world, but seemed to be where immortals live. sea of flowers.
Seeing this visual scene, even Yan Zhuo, who was always known for his bad temper, couldn't help but feel shocked, which was rare in this life.
However, his eyes soon changed from appreciation to anger, because he saw a large group of people standing in front of a huge house, as many as a hundred or ten people.
They were all craftsmen responsible for the construction of the mansion's gardens, but Yan Zhuo was not angry when he saw these people, but because he saw two white figures among those craftsmen who should not be here. Although they were far away, they stood there. The two white lines among the craftsmen are particularly conspicuous.
If you look closely, you will find that they are a man and a woman. Both of them are wearing appropriate white robes, and there is a big word "written" written on their backs.
Writer.
The so-called scribe's duty is to write down the current events or news on paper, and then send it back to the scribe hall in a thousand-machine way. Finally, the people of the scribe hall will sort out the news so that it can be quickly spread throughout the world.
This organization is said to be everywhere and omniscient. It receives news from the entire world, and there is no secret that they want to know but cannot.
At this time, one of the plain-looking male writers was holding a black pen in his right hand and was looking at the rice paper in his left hand to write the description from another female writer.
From the beginning when the Jidu Chamber of Commerce finally exploded the mountain, to the peach blossom valley appearing out of thin air behind the ruins, to the Yuluo Villa in the valley, every detail was described very well.
Soon, a piece of rice paper was filled with writing. The male writer tapped the pen in his hand lightly on the paper, and the rice paper turned into a flying paper butterfly, flapped its wings and flew away.
The female writer pointed to the stream ahead, "So let's go ahead..."
"Who let you writers come in here?" The female writer planned to go to the front to write about the stream, but suddenly a questioning and somewhat angry voice came over.
The two writers looked back and saw a fat man walking towards them step by step, shaking his whole body, looking like he was going to eat people.
It was Yan Zhuo, the head of the Jidu Chamber of Commerce.
But for some reason, seeing this woman writing a pen made her eyes shine with an unforgettable brilliance.
At this time, not only the eyes of the two writers were attracted, but also the craftsmen who were admiring the beautiful scenery and feeling the fragrance of the flowers in front of them were also awakened by Yan Zhuo's voice, even looking for someone not far away. Li Qiantang, the little Taoist priest, also looked over.
As soon as they saw the person in charge, Yan Zhuo, the scene instantly became silent.
"The writer?" Only then did Li Qiantang see the two writers over there. He couldn't help but feel a little panicked, and whispered in a low voice: "How did they get in?"
Although Li Qiantang's voice was as low as a mosquito, it was still heard by the young craftsmen on the side, and he whispered: "Manager Li, I heard them say that the two writers seemed to be coming from the stone canal under the mansion. Climbed in."
"Stone canal?" Li Qiantang was shocked. He didn't expect the writer to be desperate enough to climb the dirty stone canal to get the news.
He no longer thought about it and hurriedly ran over. He knew why Manager Yan was so angry when he saw the editor. It was because some time ago, there was a writer who maliciously made up the story of the mountain, saying that the Jidu Chamber of Commerce had offended the gods in the sky, and that more than thirty people had been bombed. The mountains in the sky cannot be exploded.
In short, the writing was as bad as it was written. Although the people who wrote the book later came out to clarify that it was not their writer, it still affected the credibility of the Jidu Chamber of Commerce.
The Chamber of Commerce lost a lot of money, so in order to prevent such writers from writing maliciously again, they sent guards in black with swords to watch near the mansion garden, and no other people were allowed to enter.
Because of this incident, Li Qiantang was also deducted from his monthly salary for several months, and Yan Zhuo was also fined and had to watch in front of the construction site gate every day.
"Yan Zhuo?" The female writer looked at Yan Zhuo with still cold eyes.
Yu Ran leaned forward and reminded in a low voice, "Sister Liu Xi, Manager Yan already knows that we have come in. It seems that the person who came here is not a good person."
"It's okay! You write well and leave the rest to me." The female writer named Liu Xi said calmly.
Soon Yan Zhuo stepped forward and said angrily: "You are deaf, I will ask you again, who let you in? Don't you know that Tsukiji doesn't allow idlers to enter?"
Xia Liuxi forced a smile: "Mr. Yan, I know that some time ago there was a person pretending to be a member of our writing hall and wrote fake news, which caused your chamber of commerce to lose some credibility. But Mr. Yan, we are really writing a book." Our editors will definitely write according to what we see, and they will never do anything that is unreal, so you don’t have to worry.”
After saying that, Xia Liuxi took out a white sign with the word "Zhuan" carved on it and handed it over.
But Yan Zhuo knocked him to the ground without even looking, "I don't care if you are real or not, get out of here right now."
"You?" As soon as these words came out, Yu Ran couldn't help but said: "Manager Yan, it's okay if you want us to leave, but what you said is too rude, isn't it?"
Yan Zhuo was immediately furious after hearing this. He stepped forward and grabbed Yu Ran's collar, saying, "Boy, am I dissatisfied with what you say? Do you know who I am? I'm licking the tip of the knife." When you bleed, your hair hasn't even grown yet. Do you think you have the qualifications to be polite here?"
When he said the last sentence, Yan Zhuo's fierceness became more intense.
Yu Ran was suddenly frightened and turned pale.
At this time, Li Qiantang hurried over and separated the two. But Yan Zhuo still said: "Get out of here quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you."
Now that the words have reached this point, Li Qiantang, who is the steward of the mansion garden, has no choice but to chase people away, but he still says in a kind and polite manner: "I'm sorry, the two editors please leave."
Xia Liuxi and Yu Ran looked at each other and seemed to have no intention of leaving.
"Li Qiantang, what nonsense are you talking to them about!" Yan Zhuo on the side became a little anxious. He raised his finger and pointed at the craftsmen next to him, and shouted: "What are you doing standing around here? Why don't you hurry up and get these two people?" I’ll drive you out.”
The craftsmen who were accused were stunned at first, and then looked at each other, and they were also confused. I was just watching the excitement, so why did they find it on us?
However, complaints were complaints, and a few people quickly took action, grabbing and dragging them towards the ruins. After all, this was the words of Manager Yan and they had to listen.
At this time, Li Qiantang was very aware of the seriousness of the situation, but he could not stop it. He could only remind several craftsmen: "Slow down and be careful."
Yan Zhuo didn't care about anything either. The most important thing at the moment was to express his frustration. He wanted to drive away the two writers. The scene was very noisy and chaotic.
But at this moment, the three beast-headed doors of Yuluo Villa suddenly opened, which made everyone present curious.
