It was the season when the corn was ripe, so Master Ying bought several different kinds of glutinous rice to prepare wine. The tea at Sanqi Teahouse was for the guests, but the wine was for the hosts.
Ji Liyou seldom drinks alcohol. Even if he drinks a few drops during Chinese New Year, he is still in a fog and has no idea where he is. Visiting the flower house is like a straw bag. After a few sips, he is dumped on the wine table by the girls. Usually in teahouses. It was already midnight when the boys carried him back.
"Master Ying, is this glutinous rice?" Ji Liyou twisted it in his hands and rubbed his wet fingers.
"This pot and that pot are full of rice, but the one here is not used for making wine."
He exclaimed, "I don't think there's any difference."
"The one here is called Wuyuan Guang, which is used to make breakfast porridge for guests, and the one over there is the pear core, which can be used to make sake."
"Master Ying, they are all exactly the same. How did you tell?"
"My nose is not an ordinary nose." He smiled.
"A person like Master Ying should go to the palace to be a royal cook. Staying in the Sanqi Teahouse would be overkill." Ji Liyou said sincerely.
Master Ying smiled dryly, "Young shopkeeper, don't say that, as if you want to drive people away."
"The four bodies are not diligent and the five grains are not separated, but you care about these things in the teahouse every day, what do you do..." The storyteller has a vicious tongue.
Ji Liyou rolled his eyes, "Who said I was just showing up? I really care about the guys at Sanqi Tea House. Is there anything wrong with me?"
After finishing speaking, seeing that his fan was about to fall on his head again, Ji Liyou hurriedly stretched out his arms to block it, the bell on his wrist jingled, "Don't!"
Unexpectedly, he just opened the fan to scare him a little.
Ji Liyou looked up along the fan. The clean and beautiful hand of the owner of the fan aroused his curiosity. He looked at his wrist and asked, "I hold the fan every day. I saw that you also used the purple mist to turn the rain into a sword." Yes, it means you are good at swordsmanship, why don’t you have cocoons?”
He looked at his hand again, held his hand and looked through it, "Why does it look like a woman's hand?"
The storyteller frowned, "Believe it or not, I put your tongue in a wine jar and brewed a jar of Li You Tongue?"
Ji Liyou let him go slowly, "I feel angry when I touch your hand. I really don't have any grace."
I thought to myself, when I look in the mirror during the day, that young man’s face is rare and top-notch. I have everything you have, and I’m not planning to do anything to you. You just have an ordinary face, except for that change. The astonishing feeling of being a human and a ghost, but at other times, there is no redeeming quality, and his temper is bad. No wonder Dr. Tea said that no woman in thousands of years has set his sights on this old antique.
"Shopkeeper, give way!" Dr. Tea was holding a stack of plates, with the remaining refreshments in twos and threes still on the plate.
Before Ji Liyou turned around, the storyteller had already pulled him in front of him, making way for Dr. Tea. When the person passed by, he slowly let go of his hand, but Ji Liyou was stunned on the spot, his body giving him An inexplicably familiar feeling, including the alienation of holding his arm, tightening it decisively, and letting go easily.
Ji Liyou carefully recalled the origin of this feeling. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out where this strange throbbing came from.
Dr. Tea held a tray of plates, held the porcelain plate steady in his arms, and reminded, "There is someone outside looking for you, sir."
The storyteller had already gone to the front hall, but the blush on Ji Liyou's face was still there. Just now, all he thought about was his back, which was covered with old wounds and his eyes were as bright as gold. He thought about him holding his lips in his mouth and holding him The pained cries were all hidden in that charming dream in his mouth.
"Young shopkeeper, why are you blushing?"
"I... I'm too hot in the sun..." Ji Liyou calmed down and ran away quickly.
As expected, he was still his follower and hurried to the front to look for him.
Master Ying looked at the turbid water in the basin, held a handful of rice, and did not put it down until the whole grains of rice turned into crumbs, mixed with water, and fell down.
Dr. Tea finished his work and asked the boy to help the baby master, while he sat and ate melon, "Okay, don't spoil the grains if you are in a bad mood."
The storyteller was slowly shaking the turtle shell, and the only sound was the collision of copper coins. Ji Liyou sat down on his right side and talked to him, "Is someone asking you for fortune telling again?"
As he spoke, he separated the coins on the table into twos and said casually, "There are too many skills to overwhelm."
"Why don't you do the math for me? After all, we are a family, so you can do the math for me without spending any money?" Ji Li said with a worried face.
The storyteller sat upright, and looked at Ji Liyou. Half of his body was leaning on the table, with one knee still touching the storyteller's leg, shaking his leg from time to time.
The storyteller packed up the things in his hands and said, "If you shake it again, your legs will be chopped off."
He quickly took it back.
Ji Liyou stopped talking and watched him tell people's fortunes.
He was always so calm and unhurried. Ji Liyou looked at him from the side and was very curious about his past. Was he never as unwilling to follow the rules as he was? Maybe he just has a cold temper.
He couldn't figure out the storyteller, but he wanted to know him urgently. As if he couldn't find the right direction in the fog, Ji Liyou was always a little irritable. Why did he come to Sanqi Tea House, and why did his father and grandfather serve him? Ji Liyou wanted to know how much debt the Ji family owed him for being a guest, and all their descendants needed to repay the debt.
However, he wanted to hide his curiosity, and his intuition told him that the storyteller would not like others to know too much about him. Even if they really wanted to know some of his past events, they would have to hide it from him.
The storyteller talked to the woman without looking at her from beginning to end. As for the girl, she looked at Ji Liyou several times in the process, and Ji Liyou specially winked and smiled at her.
This woman came from a family a few cities away. I heard that Sanqi Teahouse had a master who was very good at fortune-telling, so I specially found a day to come to see her. Unexpectedly, she turned out to be a young man in his early twenties.
There was nothing outstanding about his clean face, and his instantly forgettable appearance was not comparable to that of the two or three young men around him.
Ji Liyou listened a few times and got a rough idea.
It turned out that the magistrate of Honglu personally killed his entire family, including his wife and children. The youngest was only five years old, but none of them could escape the murderous hands. I heard this woman said that she was the sister of the magistrate's wife.
The county magistrate of Honglu is named Zhu Shuo, and he is a well-known honest official. He was not close to beauty when he was young, and after becoming an official, he became a good and honest official.
For some reason, on the way to his promotion, he took his family to stay in a hotel. He went crazy at night and even the youngest daughter was not spared. The whole family was killed by him and chopped into pieces.
People in Honglu said that he encountered a wild ghost and was blinded by something unclean, which was why he was like this. This happened half a month ago.
The woman said that originally there would be no external affairs after the body was returned to Honglu, but unexpectedly, just a few days after helping to deal with the funeral arrangements at their home, the fields of their home were flat and cracked, and the same was true in the house. The southwest corner collapsed. The sunken land formed a pit. At a glance, it was so dark that even with a lantern, you couldn't see the bottom.
The family members were all panicked and went around looking for fortune tellers to tell fortunes. All the fortune tellers were good, but the weird things at home still didn't stop. She heard someone said that there was a storyteller in Sanqi Teahouse in Jiuyi who would not tell fortune tellers easily. Meeting a destined person was a big deal, so she wanted to try her luck.
After Ji Liyou waited for the woman to leave, he asked the storyteller, "Do you care about this noisy matter?"
"What do you think?" he asked.
(End of chapter)