Chapter 970: Old Shuai He bid farewell to the army, and Lu Dongjiang visited King Liang
Today, the storyteller in the restaurant flew out and spitted everywhere and told a strange thing, saying that it was a sword master named Qi Jiajie in Liyang City. As the sword master of many dragon sons and grandchildren and children of aristocratic families in Tai’an City, for some reason, asking for a peerless sword from the Dongyue Sword Pond, which is high in mountains and rivers, then Qi Jiajie first went to the foot of Wudang Mountain in Beiliang, a small town that is not much more famous than their town. After flying swords, he flew thousands of miles and handed a sword to the young king of different surnames who was in the northwest border. The world is shocking and ghosts are crying, the sea of clouds spreads thousands of miles, and the sword is moving the heavens and men! Unexpectedly, the young vassal king was even more amazing. He rose from the ground and stood proudly on the sea of clouds bordering the border between Beiliang Road and Lianghuai Road. He actually blocked the flying sword that could kill the gods!
The storyteller kept talking, and when he was at the heart of his heart, the old man was stunned, not to mention the listeners who used the story to drink and eat in the restaurant. They were all stunned, stopped drinking and chopsticks, and their minds were shaken. After returning to their senses, the story had not yet ended and had not heard the most annoying “Let’s listen to the next breakdown”. Of course, they had to ask the restaurant for a pot or two of wine. The nephew of the waiter surnamed Wen’s family heard people’s stories and the first time he heard people talking about the world’s affairs, and was even more stunned. He was like listening to heaven’s books. He sat on the small stool at the foot of the wall brought to him by his uncle, clenched his fists, raised his ears, and widened his eyes, and felt that listening to world’s affairs seemed more interesting than reading sages.
There is always a ending place for the story, and when the restaurant is closed, the story of Mr. Storyteller ends. It is already night outside the building, and the restaurant is about to close down. The restaurant shopkeeper who made a lot of money was probably in a good mood today, so he asked the chef to open a small meal and called the waiter named Wen to serve with his nephew. He had a good meal. This made the children who had never seen the world very happy. However, they were young scholars who had been to private schools and studied. They were quite a bit like sitting upright when eating. No matter how greedy they were, they were not quick to put down their chopsticks. The children didn’t dare to pick up a few more chopsticks on the dining table that could only be eaten during festivals. Instead, the restaurant shopkeeper smiled and helped the children pick up a lot, which was full of rice bowls. The child was a little embarrassed and looked at his uncle timidly. The waiter smiled and said, “Even if you can eat with me, your shopkeeper is a great charity in the town, very generous.” The child smiled shyly at the shopkeeper’s handmaster. The old man laughed loudly. While pouring a glass of wine for himself and the waiter, he pointed to the second floor with chopsticks. He told the well-behaved child that he often came to the restaurant in the future. Next time he listened to someone’s storytelling, grandpa would help you find a seat next to the fence on the patio on the second floor. The old man and the waiter had a glass of wine, joking that this child was not like you, and he was honest and pleasing. The waiter proudly said, “That’s my brother’s temperament, I’m lucky. I’m good at studying, but I can’t be a scholar in the future.” The child retorted seriously, and the gentleman said that it would be great if he could take the exam for a child in the future. The old man who respects scholars the most in his life touched the child’s head and sighed that Dao County Trial Office is a roadblock, and the shopkeeper grandpa left his words to you here,After that, every time we pass one, our restaurant will give you a big red envelope. If you pass the exam, whether it is a child or a scholar, don’t forget to write a plaque for our restaurant to give the shopkeeper grandpa a long face. The child nodded vigorously and said happily to the old man that uncle bought me some paper and pens, but I am not willing to use it now. I still dip branches in water by the stream in the village like before. I will also draw on the ground when she grazed cattle. The gentleman said that a stupid bird can make up for the clumsiness when flying first, and there will always be times when writing good characters. Then, I will write a big plaque for the shopkeeper and grandpa. It is probably rare to drink wine. The uncle who was a waiter joked that studying is good, only by studying can one have a promising future. When a guy who has studied has a chance to cheat his wife home in the future, he secretly likes a nephew of a girl of the same age in the village, and suddenly his face turned red and he glared at his uncle. The man named Wen smiled at each other with the restaurant shopkeeper and drank.
After dinner, he asked his nephew to go home first. He had to help the restaurant clean up and then meet on the bridge in the town.
The restaurant shopkeeper looked at the young man busy packing the dishes, drank wine, and said a little drunk: “I didn’t expect that one day I would have thought you were pitiful at that time. I thought that if I hadn’t been forced to the dead, I wouldn’t have come to my small and broken place to eat and die. How could I have thought you would have helped the restaurant make a lot of money? To be honest, this year has been more money than the previous ten years of the restaurant.”
The young man looked up and smiled and said, “The good guys of the shopkeeper are rewarded, it should be.”
The old man asked with a smile, “It should be.”
The young man wondered, “It shouldn’t be?”
The old man sighed, “It’s just that good guys have rewards, it’s fine if your nephew is willing to believe it, but I really don’t dare to believe it.”