I haven't seen my old friend for a long time, and I'm still young when I return.
Zhou Yi calculated with his fingers that Lao Bai had been dead for 1,630 years, and even his tomb had been moved away from the capital.
"Then you become a waiter!"
"Hey, thank you shopkeeper for taking me in."
Bai Shiyu agreed bravely, always feeling like he was being looked at completely, and feeling weak in his heart, he rubbed his hands and stamped his feet.
Yang Li's eyes widened, and he looked at Bai Shiyu with a hint of hatred, as if he owed a lot of money.
Bai Shiyu avoided Zhou Yi's strange gaze and said, "You little kid, is it wrong for me to help you with your work?"
"Obviously I came first!"
There was a cry in Yang Li's voice. He was so excited when he heard that he could come to the tavern every day. He had a stable job besides being a newsboy. He could sell peanuts to support his family in the future.
With the promotion of new looms, the demand for cotton, linen and wool has grown day by day, inevitably causing countless people to lose their land.
In order to eat, the helpless peasants had no choice but to work in the city's workshops. Otherwise, they would not only starve and freeze to death, but also violate the laws of the court.
For the sake of local stability and sufficient labor force in the workshops, the imperial court legally stipulated that refugees were guilty. If they did not have a stable job for a month, they would be taken to the mines to dig coal by the guards.
The low income of the workshop and the extremely high unemployment rate make every job that can steadily earn copper coins precious!
Bai Shiyu suddenly understood, with sympathy and apology in his eyes, and said: "Don't worry, I am a waiter, not a handyman. You have to clean up and take away those peanut shells yourself."
"real?"
Yang Li cried out in surprise, patted his chest and promised, "I will definitely clean it up. I worked at Wang's Cloth Shop a few years ago to clean the machines. I worked diligently and wiped them clean."
Bai Shiyu smiled and said: "This roasted peanut tastes ordinary. I will teach you how to make secret fennel beans."
"Thank you, Brother Bai!"
Yang Li kept bowing to thank him. When he heard someone buying peanuts, he quickly carried a big basin over.
Bai Shiyu rubbed his hands and said, "Shopkeeper, I will be your waiter from now on. How will the accommodation and wages be calculated?"
"There are several rooms in the backyard, except for the master bedroom, you can choose from them."
Zhou Yi said: "As for wages, we will start with two taels per month. If you do well, your wages will increase. There will be a bonus at the end of the year."
Since Bai Shiyu came to visit pretending to be poor, Zhou Yi did not deliberately expose the disguise, but planned to let him work.
Bai Shiyu had done his homework before coming, and imitated the waiter's tone and said: "Don't worry, shopkeeper, we will definitely satisfy the customer. Then I will go to work now?"
Zhou Yi nodded slightly and said again.
"Go change into clean clothes first!"
…
at night.
The last wave of guests left.
Yang Li cleaned the garbage, Bai Shiyu arranged the tables and chairs, and Zhou Yi leisurely read his storybook.
"Shopkeeper, Brother Bai, see you tomorrow."
After Yang Li finished his work, he waved goodbye cheerfully, full of vigor as if he didn't have any hardship.
Perhaps a few hundred years later, Yang Li will become the background of history, used to prove that the workshop desperately squeezes the people, and of course it is true. However, Yang Li does not have this awareness now. He will only endure when faced with oppression and is excited to earn a few more copper coins every day!
Bai Shiyu packed up the tables, chairs, doors and windows, and said, "Shopkeeper, I'm tired after a long day. I'm going to sleep first."
He has mastered martial arts so he won't be tired from just running the hall. However, he always felt Shopkeeper Sun looking at him secretly, his arms trembled and his spine trembled.
Zhou Yi closed the storybook and said with a smile: "Today is a good day, why not go to Goulan to listen to music together?"
Bai Shiyu asked in confusion: "What day is it today?"
"Twentieth birthday."
Zhou Yi turns 1,700 this year and reunites with his old friends, so it’s time to celebrate.
Bai Shiyu's face turned red: "I have never been to Goulan..."
Zhou Yi asked casually: "How about Miss Qingqing, the oiran of Man Yue Pavilion?"
"Too thin, no match for Miaoyu from Chunfeng Tower...ahem."
Bai Shiyu coughed a few times to hide his embarrassment, and quickly explained: "It's all rumors, hearsay!"
Zhou Yi didn't expose it and said with a smile.
"Then we should go take a look and verify the authenticity of the rumors!"
About half an hour.
Chunfeng Tower.
Zhou Yi stood at the door and marveled that such a big change had occurred after only two hundred years.
The girls were wearing strange-looking clothes with quite novel shapes, including silk, leather, cat ears, and fox tails. They were posing for passers-by, which was incompatible with the gowns and coats on the street.
"This is really..."
Zhou Yi never expected that such a chaotic and mixed scene would appear, just by gently pushing the wheel of history.
Bai Shiyu said: "I heard that these clothes are made by literati. Every once in a while, Chunfeng Tower will have a competition on new clothes. That's the real thing... tsk tsk!"
"The scholars are so thoughtful, and ordinary people can't match it!"
Zhou Yi had been out of seclusion for a year and heard many rumors in the tavern.
The times are changing rapidly, and the old scholars who still stick to the Four Books and Five Classics clearly feel that what they have learned is useless and are being abandoned by the times.
The answers cannot be found in the sages' classics that are regarded as the standard. These people can only change and explore on their own in confusion. Radicals are indispensable among them, and some of their ideas are even more intense than those of the new family.
Easy hair and easy service is just one of them.
Some scholars became desperate and burned books on the street, with disheveled hair, and vowed to become new sages!
"Not to mention other things, these new clothes are very disturbing."
Zhou Yi stepped in and walked in. Because he was late, the private rooms on the second floor were full, so he had to spread out the tables in the hall.
The interior decoration of Chunfeng Building has not changed much. If you look carefully at the details, in order to deliberately highlight the ancient meaning and inheritance, there are words left by celebrities who have visited in history.
Zhou Yi glanced at the signature and found that there were many acquaintances and even old friends with whom he had a pleasant conversation.
After all, Chunfeng Tower has been a regular guest for hundreds of years and cannot celebrate continuously when they come. Jindan Zhenjun cannot bear it and exchanges his experiences with interesting people when he meets them.
"These guys are all libertines, and with just a few strokes of writing, they are qualified to hang on the wall!"
Celebrity calligraphy and paintings show that Chunfeng Tower has been passed down for thousands of years and has a profound heritage. The wealthy people are the most fond of this trick, so that in the intertwining of the old and new eras, not only has it not been surpassed by its peers, but it has remained new for a long time.
Bai Shiyu was still coy at first, but after three cups and two cups, he showed his true colors and helped the girl feel her bones very familiarly.
Zhou Yi called the madam, gave him some tickets, and ordered a new song to be played on the stage.
The piano and harp are singing in harmony, and the music is melodious.
Zhou Yi suddenly asked: "Xiaobai, how do you like this music?"
"The figure is too poorly maintained and the voice is too vulgar. I can barely listen to it, but the music is a bit old."
Bai Shiyu's comments were very professional and he was obviously a frequent visitor to Goulan: "This year's Oiran is a bit bad. I heard that the Zhao family company spent money to promote new fabrics. It is not worthy of the name."
"Yes, Not Bad."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly, relaxed a little, and changed the topic without any trace.
At that time, Lao Bai loved this song the most and would play it every time he listened to it. He said that he would never forget it even after thousands of reincarnations.
"From this point of view, they are probably just similar flowers. The theory of reincarnation is still false. This is not bad. It is not risky to meet an old friend. Otherwise, I should consider running away..."
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My head hurts. I owe you an update.
Go to bed first and adjust your schedule. If you don't go to work tomorrow, you'll have to take time off to make up for today's work.
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