From that day on, Wang Yi became half a waiter at Hongchen Inn, a waiter who only worked for free.
Because Qin Xiangyu said that Wang Yi's wages for chopping firewood were not enough for him and Xiaoguang to live and eat. Fortunately, Qin Xiangyu was generous and did not argue with Wang Yi about the small money.
Ye Xiaoqian is responsible for accompanying Qin Xiangyu to check the hygiene of the guest room and chatting with Qin Xiangyu every day. In this way, she still has to pay half of the rent.
Because Qin Xiangyu said that he had already lost money to Wang Yi and could not lose too much.
This is an inn, here to make money, not a temple.
Later, Amu gave Ye Xiaoqian an idea and asked her to move to No. 46 to look after Qin Xiangyu's yard. Now she didn't have to spend money on food and drinks.
Because Qin Xiangyu said that if No. 46 is empty, it must be popular.
Wang Xiaoyue and her baby daddy are both not at home right now, so there must be someone watching on the 46th.
Within three days, Ye Xiaoqian became familiar with the two women from No. 47, and drank free spiritual tea and free wine.
Only Xiaoguang never sees the end of the dragon. He often sleeps until noon before getting up, and then goes out and doesn't come back until midnight.
In his words, he didn't want to see Wang Yi chopping firewood, saying that he was out of sight and out of mind.
The three people who came to trouble Wang Yi were different. They didn't expect that Wang Yi would chop wood in the inn and do the menial work only done by waiters. This was something unimaginable in their hearts.
Liu Changkong didn't believe it and squatted in the kitchen backyard to observe for a few days.
It wasn't until he saw that Wang Yi had been chopping firewood for two hours every day without any intention of laziness that he was deeply shocked.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to ask Wang Yi: "Let me tell you, are you afraid of dying by Jin Wuming's sword?"
Wang Yi sighed and said leisurely: "Since it is a decisive battle, who doesn't want to escape alive from the opponent's sword?"
Liu Changkong nodded and replied: "That's true."
So he went back and told Wu Tu and Zhu Feng, and the three of them made a unanimous decision.
He decided to temporarily put aside his pursuit of revenge against Wang Yi and wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival night to go to the snowy mountains to see if this decisive battle that had been going on for ten years would be earth-shattering.
In the end, will Jin Wuming of Lantian Villa defeat his opponent, or will Wang Yi be able to leave alive?
From then on, the three of them did not fight against Wang Yi, but squatted under the eaves of the firewood shed from time to time to watch Wang Yi chop wood, until he was covered in sweat and finally fell limply to the ground.
Even Xiaoguang, who occasionally came to see him when he was fine, felt it was cruel and said that Wang Yi was asking for trouble.
When Jin Wuming came to Hongchen Inn in the form of Ajue, he was probably afraid that people in the world would fight against him and seek revenge, so he turned himself into a waiter.
But now Wang Yi, in front of a woman who liked him the most, put down his dignity and did what a handyman would do.
Even the cook wouldn't bother to do this work of chopping firewood.
Fortunately, Ye Xiaoqian didn't care what Wang Yi did. Ten years later, she finally caught up with Wang Yi.
In the silly woman's mind, even if Wang Yi became a beggar at this time, she would probably follow him.
The days are like water, and it’s summer solstice in a blink of an eye.
Qin Xiangyu took Ye Xiaoqian to No. 47 for tea, and asked Amu to guard the shop instead of her. Wang Yi was chopping firewood in the woodshed behind.
Xiaoguang was leaning alone at the table by the lobby window in a daze, but his eyes saw the honest monk getting off the carriage.
Looking at the honest monk who came through the door, Xiaoguang waved to him: "Monk, come here for tea."
The honest monk looked at him and smiled: "Why are you here? Where is Wang Yi? I have something to do with him?"
Xiaoguang pouted his lips and shouted: "That guy is chopping firewood in the backyard. He will be finished for a while. Come over and have tea."
"Oh? Is he so poor that he still works for the inn to make money?"
The honest monk thought for a while and said, "Did your kid spend all his money? No, the worst is to let him go to my White Horse Temple. Although the days are light, he can't be chopped firewood for others?"
Xiaoguang shook his head: "Don't ask me about this, and don't disturb him. Just wait here."
"Why?"
The honest monk asked puzzledly: "Is it possible that he is afraid of being laughed at when he chops firewood? I'll go and have a look."
Just as he stood up and was about to go to the back of the inn, Xiaoguang caught him. He looked at him and shook his head: "That's not true. Three enemies came to take his place..."
Xiaoguang explained all the details to the honest monk.
Finally, he said seriously: "He said that this matter was very important to his decisive battle in the Mid-Autumn Festival, but those three guys watched him for several days and still didn't understand it."
Xiaoguang called out: "Brother Amu, bring me a pot of spring tea."
Amu at the counter responded: "Don't worry, just wait, I'll be here." After saying that, he got up and went to the kitchen in the back.
Xiaoguang sighed and said with a smile: "I watched it for two days and didn't see anything, so don't bother him."
The honest monk then sat down and asked, "Do you really chop wood every day?"
"Why did I lie to you?"
Xiaoguang laughed, pointed at Amu's back and said, "This job was originally Amu's, but when Wang Yi wanted to do it, Amu threw it to him."
The honest monk sighed and did not intend to go back to see Wang Yi chopping firewood.
He came to see Wang Yi today for something, but Wang Yi obviously had not completed his task for the day and would not be free to listen to his chat.
So, Xiaoguang chatted with him, while Amu sat far away at the counter, wanting to hear what gossip the monk had.
However, the honest monk didn't wait for Wang Yi and didn't bother to say anything to Xiaoguang.
Fortunately, Xiaoguang was born with his own topics of conversation. The honest monk didn't gossip with him, so he started gossiping with the monk first.
Looking at him, he said mysteriously: "Did you know? The sister of the unlucky guy who stabbed you ten years ago came to see Wang Yi."
When the honest monk heard this, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Night owl's sister?"
Xiaoguang nodded: "I wanted her to go find trouble with Jin Wuming, but Wang Yi didn't allow her to go. She is currently living in the shopkeeper's house, and she will probably come with the shopkeeper later."
After he finished speaking, he pointed out the window and said, "It's not far across the road. She can hear me if I shout."
The honest monk sighed and said with a smile: "This guy has been living happily for more than ten years. It's good that he finally waited for someone who can take care of him."
Xiaoguang smiled faintly: "I think so too."
Amu at the counter was stunned when he heard this, and thought to himself, if you think so, Wang Yi might not?
He was very aware of Wang Yi's situation. A swordsman couldn't even hold his sword, and his hands often trembled unconsciously. This was obviously a sign of excessive drinking.
No matter how good and ruthless Wang Yi is, if only these two words are used to describe him, he has already lost to A Jue of Lantian Villa.
You know, Ajue spent ten years chopping firewood at the Hongchen Inn. From the lightest hatchet to a 30-pound axe, his hands never shook.
He clearly remembered that for ten years, Ajue had not bought any wine by himself.
I would buy him a drink from time to time, and he himself was not a person who liked drinking.
Wang Yi only has a few months now. Even if he doesn't sleep, it is impossible to complete the training like A Jue did back then.
It is a kind of training that integrates swordsmanship and swordsmanship into the memory of flesh and blood over many years. It is a kind of training that is unknowingly the simplest in the world.
Ah Jue, a simple-minded person, did it.
And now, Wang Yi not only has an uneasy master like Xiaoguang, but also Ye Xiaoqian and three swordsmen who are like wild wolves waiting to find him.
He didn't know how Wang Yi could still calmly spend two to three hours every day in such a situation, starting from scratch one move at a time.
Just like Ah Jue did back then, first separate the dry firewood and the wet firewood, and then use a hatchet to chop them.
The current Wang Yi is different from A Jue. He chose to use the humble hatchet like A Mu.
The two drank tea for half an hour and chatted for a while.
After completing the day's task, Wang Yi washed up and walked out. He looked at the honest monk by the window and frowned slightly.
With Xiaoguang's big mouth around, the honest monk will find out about his affairs in a short while.
"Why are you here? Is something wrong?"
In Wang Yi's view, it is absolutely impossible for the honest monk to come to him when he is fine, with only two exceptions.
One is that he has no money, and the other is that he encounters troubles that he cannot solve.
However, for Wang Yi, even if the honest monk asked him for help, he was helpless.
Unexpectedly, the honest monk looked at him with disgust and said to Xiaoguang: "This tea is tasteless. Change the tea. I will talk to him about business. You can go and play."
When Xiaoguang heard this, he patted the table: "Amu, change it to a pot of tea, this has all turned into water."
Amu laughed and replied: "You have to pay more."
Xiaoguang pointed to the honest monk in front of him and said: "This guy is not short of money and serves good tea."
The honest monk ignored Xiaoguang's nonsense, but waited for Amu to take away the teapot, then looked at Wang Yi and said, "This time, you have to owe me a favor."
When Wang heard this, he did not immediately react with surprise like Xiao Guang, but smiled lightly.
He knew that the monk would inevitably be a bit petty in the past, but the two had been friends for so many years, and he was still willing to give in to the monk at some point.
Otherwise, the two of them wouldn't even be friends anymore.
Waiting for Amu to bring a new pot of spring tea to the table, and holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, Wang Yicai sighed, leaned on the chair and said, "Tell me, did you kill someone again."
Hearing Wang Yi speak so lightly, not to mention Xiaoguang, even Amu couldn't help but be stunned.
Doesn't this look like Wang Yi's temperament?
The honest monk was inevitably a little angry after waiting for such a long time.
Fortunately, Xiaoguang had bought some peanuts and put them on the table. Then he ate them and chatted, which made him feel better.
Now after hearing Wang Yi's words, he wanted to take rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves and make them all covered in Wang Yi's body.
Opening his hands, the honest monk pinched a flower and slowly peeled it off.
It was getting hotter on the summer solstice. Xiaoguang was so hot that he asked Qin Xiangyu for a cattail leaf fan, holding it in his hand and fanning it fiercely.
Looking at the honest monk's appearance, he couldn't help but curse: "Monk, how come you are like a woman and deserve a beating? If you have something to say, please say it quickly, and if you have any farts, hurry up."
Amu, who was sitting at the counter, couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.
Perhaps among the honest monk and Wang Yi, only Xiaoguang, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, dares to deal with them.
He took a sip of the hot tea in front of him, finished the peeled peanuts carefully, clapped his hands again, took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth carefully.
The honest monk sighed leisurely.
At this time, the lobby of the inn became strangely quiet, and the guests at the two tables in front of the window stopped making noise. They all pricked their ears to hear the monk's gossip.
At this moment, Xiaoguang also closed his mouth. Since the monk spoke, there was no need for him to talk anymore.
Listening to the honest monk's sigh, Wuyi's lips curled up slightly. He also wanted to know how the honest monk in front of him could make himself owe him a favor.
The honest monk took another sip of scalding hot tea, pulled Xiao Guang's ear and said harshly.
"Talk about this seriously, it should be your boy, Wang Yi, and Jin Wuming from Lantian Villa who owe the monk a favor."
