Nightfall Chapter 35: That cool spring rain
Chapter 35 The cool spring rain
The shop opened, and the first guest was the owner who was qualified to collect the rent. It didn't seem to be a good sign at all. He heard another annoying inside story, but Ning Que didn't feel too bad.
He believes that a man who can own a whole street in Chang'an is definitely rich or expensive or has a big backing behind him. Since the owner has made a promise to himself, he will worry about the extra , And because Lao Bi Zhai was the only tenant on this street, the middle-aged man graciously stated that he would be exempted from three months’ rent before he left. This alone was enough to change the mood of the master and servant. Have fun.
It is the business that really bothers him. It is the business that is bleak and bleak.
The spring rain in Chang'an City was four or five days at a time. It seemed to have no heads, and the air was cold and the roads were slippery. People naturally did not want to go out. Only his shop is the only shop in this long street. At the same time, the front and back shop fronts were closed with the doors, unable to gather people, and they seemed to be increasingly deserted. Every day, except for the three or two people, there are only three or two sparrows jumping around on tiptoe, where can there be any business.
On the first day of opening, the spring rain that Ning Que said on his lips was as expensive as oil, and it had already become as cheap as urine. He sat on a long armchair and looked at the rain outside the store, sighing and sighing again and again. The gaze can really be powerful. If he is a great cultivator who has stepped into the realm of fate, probably his eyes full of resentment and resentment are enough to overturn the gray wall directly.
The middle-aged man said that Lin 47 Lane is on both sides of his pavement, but it does not include the gray wall opposite to the old Bi Zhai. Behind the gray wall is the treasury room of the officials’ clearing and transportation that needs to be expanded. , Is one of the reasons why Ning Que is unhappy.
At noon, someone finally stepped into the deserted storefront. He was a fat man with a big belly and two entourages. Ning Que thought that the visitor was not good. It may be a black-faced lobbyist invited by the imperial demolition department. A casual man strolling around by the way.
Since he is an idler, Ning Que naturally doesn't bother to get up and entertain him, holding the warm inferior red clay teapot in both hands, and looking at the rain curtain outside the store, his eyes are slightly open as if he is about to fall asleep comfortably, in fact, that one is eager to earn Qian's heart was already swollen in a hurry.
The fat rich man put his hands on his back, leaned his face against the wall and looked carefully. I don't know why, the few people who have entered Lao Bi Zhai in the past few days have habitually put their hands behind their backs, seeming to want to show that they have good eyesight. This rich man has lived in Chang'an for a long time, and has gained some insight from arty for many years. After watching for a while, he said to his entourage: "Don't tell me, just such a broken place, there are still some good words."
This sentence should be regarded as a compliment, but it seems a bit frivolous and condescending. Of course, it is difficult to arouse Ning Que’s confidant feelings with such a tone. Still sitting in the armchair, it seems that he does not care, but in fact his ears are erected, carefully. Listening to what the rich man will say next, I look forward to selling the first picture.
"Young man, who wrote these words in the shop?" The rich man turned his head and asked.
"I wrote it." Ning Que leaned forward slightly and responded politely.
The fat rich man didn’t say anything, and after watching for a while, he shook his head and sighed with regret: "Tsk tsk...it’s a pity, it’s a pity, there are a few pictures that can be called beautiful, but it’s a pity that the book writer is still young but wants Forcibly pretending to be a great book writer. No matter, since you saw it in sheltering from the rain today, you are lucky, San Er, take this character down, I want it."
Ning Que turned around and looked at the three of them and asked, "This guest, I don’t know how much your offer is."
"This inscription is placed outside the Xiangfang. It can sell at most five hundred texts. Since you have a store fee, and I think you are young, I will give you two taels of silver." The rich man said with a smile.
Ning Que picked up the teapot to drink tea, put down the teapot and scolded his mother: "Go away."
The rich man suddenly changed his color and reprimanded in anger: "You young man, why don't you know how to promote it!"
"You can expect to be young than you can be deceived." Ning Que shook his head and replied: "Before you said that I was too young and wanted to forcibly learn from the vicissitudes of a great scholar, I was ready to let you go, but I want to see how you bid. If you bid high enough, then it doesn’t matter if I let you insult me, but unfortunately, the price you paid is not enough to insult me."
The wealthy man with an iron face and his entourage walked away with his entourage. Sangsang, who was washing vegetables with his sleeves rolled up, rushed out of the back house, looking at the back of the three people who had already disappeared in the rain, his face was full of regret and unwillingness. The small body twisted and stared at Ning Que, who was sitting in the chair, angrily said: "Master, that's two taels of silver!"
Sold out two ink ingots, three knives, books and papers. This is all the money received since the opening of the old Bi Zhai for a few days. Although the middle-aged man waived their rent for three months, he thought about the future college Because of the terrible cost of the movie, Sangsang couldn't sleep well every night, so it's no wonder she would be so annoyed at the previous scene.
Anyway, there is no business. After lunch, Ning Que simply closed the shop. The famous name is to appease the young mind of the little maid who has been seriously injured. In fact, he probably just wanted to relax and took Sangsang through the streets. The legendary Chen Jinji's powder shop wandered around, and then bought a few free books at a place called Danbo Bookstore.
The effect of relaxing is very good. Sangsang is holding a booklet tied with a rope in one hand, and Chen Jinji’s powder box in the other. His little black face can't hide the joy, and Ning Que is also in a very good mood, supporting it with his right hand. The **** umbrella, his left hand stretched out the edge of the umbrella to catch the rain, the rain hit the umbrella surface and his palm, and the boots on his feet slapped in the rainwater that accumulated into small depressions. The master and servant bounced like two little sparrows and returned to Lin 47 Lane.
Suddenly, the black umbrella shook slightly. Ning Que was standing in the rain ten meters away from the pavement, looking at the gray wall blackened by the rain, looking at the man sitting under the wall with the skip, looking With that person's dark face but blue due to excessive blood loss, the right hand holding the umbrella handle suddenly tightened.
Slap like a war drum! He slammed his left foot into the puddle on the bluestone slab, splashing a splash of water, and all the power in his body was accumulated to his waist and abdomen, and he was about to rush under the gray wall.
However, at this moment, the blood-covered black-faced man under the wall watched him hardly pursing the corners of his lips and smiled, then shook his head very firmly-there was a very miserable wound on his chest and abdomen , The black clothes were full of blood and water, and the bones were cracked, and even those great practitioners who had entered the realm of imperfection in the legend could not save him.
Ning Que saw this scene, understood his determination, and then heard the dense footsteps and chasing shouts from the alley, so he slowly and awkwardly retracted his left foot, holding the umbrella handle with his right hand. He trembles violently.
"The military department hunts down the spies! Idlers run away!"
Dozens of Tang Yulin soldiers in full clothing rushed into the streets in the rain and surrounded the drow under the corner. Their expressions were solemn and vigilant. The general leader saw that drow was clearly injured. With a sigh of relief.
The rain in this spring is getting more and more urgent and heavier, and the gray wall is washed even more dark, and the blood that drips down the wall like a stream and stains the drow on the wall Wash it out quickly.