Chapter 2825: Ordinary world

Life was in a dilemma, and Xu Yi had to try to change. Relying on the ingenuity, he seized the opportunity, relying on rhetoric, coaxing the deputy who admired vanity, and mixed up the beauty of issuing a lottery. I only work for half a day, but I can get ten lottery tickets. The bald foreman not only did not dare to snatch, but sent three or five lottery tickets every day to show off.
In this way, he can get sixty or seventy copper plates every day, and finally he can eat delicious big buns at two meals in the morning and evening, but he is still not full.
On the third day after the lottery was issued, the living old Jia took the line and rented a room in the large courtyard of the water well alley from Erlidi in the pier at the floor price. Finally, the sky is no longer covered. The bed.
Facts have proven that the brain is a good thing, and wherever the brain is, it can be confused.
After less than half a month, after adapting to the lives of the people at the bottom, Xu Yi did not have much time to climb to a relatively comfortable area.
He seized the opportunity, used the ability of mathematical statistics, obtained the appreciation of the shipowner, got an errand, and finally got out of the category of manual workers. His monthly salary reached two or two silver.
This money is enough to support a family's low level of livelihood. However, Xu Yi can't eat enough red oil and meat buns to eat, but he can only buy occasionally when he buys three or fifty.
Of course, the change of identity brought about the change of social status. He was transparent, fair, and literate. Even the famous Jiang Fuzi in the east of the city had asserted that Xu Yi must be a well-known scholar, but It is exile here that makes it difficult.
With such unfounded assertions, there are so many partial believers, even the shipowner was shocked, knocked side by side, and asked Xu Yi if he was interested in serving in his dental office, but Xu Yi declined.
As a result, such rumors have deepened.
Even the shipowners warned Dazhang and others to treat Mr. Xu with courtesy and said, "Be safe and sound, this is not a living person."
Changes in social status are directly reflected in life.
The Zhang family ’s wedding and the Li family ’s banquets were all indispensable to invite Mr. Xu. It was Mr. Xu ’s calligraphy and chapters, and it was a great addition to the door.
When I got there, I was going to ask a little decent people. If I was running a celebration, I wouldn't ask Mr. Xu, it would be shameless.
For this reason, many people also changed the celebration day specially for the convenience of Mr. Xu's time.
Gradually, Mr. Xu's life is getting better.
And Xu Yi also fell in love with such a leisurely cloud and crane, and was busy with his life.
The anxiety in his mood finally faded away, but Xu Yi knew that the feeling of breaking out of the road and feeling well-rounded didn't really arrive.
Days passed, and Xu Yi's reputation gradually grew, and the reputation of calligraphy and poetry gradually spread to the circle of literati.
Master Jiang was a neutral man and he was repeatedly invited. He was declined by Xu Yi. He did not continue to climb upwards to gain a higher social status. He sank below, experiencing the hardships of the working public, and the joy and joy of the people in the city. Better than anything.
I get off work every night. If I have time, I set a table and a stool on the alley, put a plate of fennel beans, a pot of old wine, and take a long, slow drink.
Zhang parents, Li family short, children playing, running wild, fireworks on the earth, suddenly filled his heart.
I practice the Tao, not to avoid red dust, but because of my craving for red dust, I seek eternal life.
Clicking, Xu Yi felt something, cracked in his heart, but not thorough.
He didn't force it, and when he raised the wine gourd, he headed for Danda Lane.
Dash lanes, Dash lanes, as the name suggests, alleys in the alleys are worn by short strokes.
The alley is next to the moat, and there is an open field westward. There is a hundred-year-old locust tree with lush foliage and sunshade.
Even though the sunset is retreating and the heat wave that has been transpired for a day is still burning, but the shade under the big locust tree is significantly lower than the outside temperature.
Even more breezy evening wind, occasionally vibrating the dense branches, the leaves rang, and when people hear the heart, they feel a coolness and feel refreshed.
By the time Xu Yi arrived, there were three layers inside and three outside under the big locust tree. Most of them were bare-chested Libahan, some had big bowls to eat and drink, and they had to chew big cakes, and even children. When she reached the high place behind, some women were not convenient to pile up, and stood nearby to form a small gang.
The crowd was so tight and lively, of course, it wasn't just because of the coolness there. The reason was that a Mr. Jiang was standing there and spending money to collect stories. There were three stories in one story.
Mr. Jiang is a novelist. He has published many books and collected stories to organize his materials. He is very famous here.
The ordinary people at the bottom haven't had much entertainment. The story of Mr. Jiang's story is naturally a fun place for fun.
From a distance, Xu Yi saw Mr. Jiang's white cloth cover leaning on the edge of the old locust tree. The words "If I Smell" were written on it.
"Mr. Xu is coming, Mr. Xu is coming."
I don't know who shouted, the crowded people automatically made way, everyone enthusiastically welcomed Xu Yi in.
Unlike other scholars, Mr. Xu is willing to crowd with everyone, and everyone feels honored.
Xu Yi saluted his fist, entered the circle, held down the two old men who wanted to make way for him, and punched the majestic Mr. Jiang, arching his hands, saying "interrupted," and set up next to the big one.
He came here to listen to the story. It was not ten or eight times. Everyone knew his nature and would not persuade him.
Coincidentally, a teenager finished the story, took the bounty and retreated, and took the three or five children with them to buy a small bite.
The young man just left the futon in the middle. A handsome middle-aged man sat up and saw that his posture was obviously practiced. When he opened his mouth, his voice was fluttering, and someone immediately recognized it, saying that it was Mr. Cui, the singing girl of the pear flower class. .
As soon as Mr. Cui began to speak, he was stopped by Mr. Jiang, "This man, what I have collected here are unwritten stories, books of princes, words of a hundred schools, even history, novels and dramas. You will not accept them. You sing I heard of this out of the sense industry temple, sorry, sorry. "
However, Mr. Cui seemed to have a strong desire to confide, and refused to go on. He reluctantly whispered for a while, vented a pass, and was invited by everyone.
After Mr. Cui went down, a gray-haired middle-aged man came up and told about his grandfather's story. The story of a hunter hunting is not bizarre, but it has a moral meaning to persuade evil to good, and has a lot of enlightenment. Mr. Cui appreciated the three pieces, and the man thanked him with all his gratitude.
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