Mr. Cen repeatedly persuaded Xu Yi to become an official and gain fame, and guaranteed that with Xu Yi's talent, he would definitely be able to get high on the gold list, and he would be a minister in the future, which would be as easy as pie.
But Xu Yi always prevaricates with his ambitions in the mountains and rivers, which makes Mr. Cen extremely regretful.
There were two bang bangs, and a voice came from the deck, "Master, Mr. Xu, Huaiyang Ferry has arrived."
Thirty-six miles west of Huaiyang Ferry is Tokyo City.
Xu Yi stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Walking together, disturbed for a long time, chatting with Brother Cen, it's like being caught by the spring breeze, and you don't know that the dawn is coming."
Mr. Cen also clasped his fists and answered, "If it wasn't for the heavy trivia in the clan, I really want to chat with Brother Xu for three days and three nights, anyway, Brother Xu already has Cen's address, and when Brother Xu settles down in Tokyo, I would like to ask you Wan write to me."
Xu Yi agreed, and Mr. Cen sent him to the deck. Under the dim light, the icy raindrops intertwined and sprinkled on the vast Wu ground, hitting people's faces head-on. It didn't feel damp and cold, but it made people feel refreshed. vibration.
Although the dawn is approaching, the sky is still gloomy. The mighty river and the majestic Chu Mountain in front of us are lonely under the vast night.
Not long after, the black-covered boat had landed, Xu Yi jumped ashore, saluted Master Cen, and turned his head away.
After walking more than ten steps, he listened to Mr. Cen's song to send them off. Xu Yi was so moved by his affection, he chanted as he walked, "I will see you off at Chu Mountain in Pingming. An old friend in Yongyang is like remembering each other, and a heart of ice is in the jade pot."
Mr. Cen was stunned, and stood in the bleak drizzle, reciting this poem more than ten times in a row until Xu Yi's figure completely disappeared into the vast night.
Xu Yi's pace was unhurried, the icy rain water chilled his body which had collected all his mana, he couldn't help shivering, but there was a warm flame burning deep in his heart.
He suddenly thought of Qiu Wa, Ah Li, Xia Zimo, Xue Zihan, Xuan Xuan, Yu Yinqiu, the warmest passers-by in his life.
"Cultivating the Tao for a hundred years is a dream, but melancholy is madness."
Xu Yi roared and strode forward. The majestic Tokyo city gate was already in sight.
It was not the end of the fifth watch, the city gate was still closed, the cold rain continued, and it was so cold, if in the past, Xu Yi jumped across, since he planned to use his mortal body to experience his state of mind, he would obediently huddle under the city wall , I found a tattered low shed to shelter from the rain.
Not long before the opening of the city gate, there are carts on the edge of the city gate, preparing to enter the city, selling rice and vegetables, doing breakfast business, selling firewood, transporting wine and oil, carrying game, river fresh food, people from all walks of life, Surrounded in one place, the lights are full of lights, and there is a lot of excitement.
Xu Yi was hungry and thirsty, and he copied copywriting for others along the way, earning a few small coins, which was spent early. Mr. Cen once offered a lot of money, but he politely declined, and now there are only thirteen copper coins left in his waist. Standing in front of the flat-nosed old man selling scones, he made some calculations and bought three scones for three copper coins.
The pancakes that were taken out of the fiery hearth exuded an astonishing aroma of wheat. Xu Yi was a true foodie, but he never imagined that the roughest food could emit such an original and alluring aroma.
Holding three warm scones, he was like holding three suns, the heat pervaded his whole body, he took a bite, the chewy pancakes quickly warmed his mouth, and finally made his body not so cold.
"Come on, my gentleman, I have just made hot and spicy soup, and it doesn't cost money."
The old man lifted the lid of the big earthenware pot that was placed on the small stove next to the oven, and used the earthen bowl with a wide mouth and a shallow belly to give Xu Yi a big bite.
Xu Yi waved his hand, "I can't, I can't, I only have ten copper coins left, and I have to think about chewing all day long."
The old man grinned and said, "You don't need money, my husband is the seed of reading at a glance, the hero is in trouble, the little old man is not blind, my husband is not an ordinary person."
Xu Yi clasped his fists in thanks, took the earthen bowl, and sipped it in small mouthfuls. As soon as the hot and spicy soup entered his stomach, the coldness around his body was swept away.
Three pieces of scones with a bowl of hot and spicy soup made him completely repay his yang.
It took another half an hour, when the morning sun blew out, there was a muffled babble, and the city gate finally opened. At this time, the rain also stopped, and there was a rumbling rumble. , Qiqi marched towards the city.
Thinking about the bowl of hot pepper soup served by the old man with the flat nose, Xu Yi asked to push the old man a few times, but was rejected by the old man. Soup Crock Pot.
After sending the old man to the field and helping the old man set up the simple stall, Xu Yi cupped his fists and said goodbye.
After wandering around Tokyo for a few days, he became more and more desolate. Out of ten copper coins, there are only four left.
Speaking of it, it wasn't because he was diligent, he tried his best to find a copying job, but there were industry monopolies everywhere, he even changed three places, set up a stall, but was smashed by local snakes in three places, he thought No protection fee.
As for doing other livelihoods, such as carrying big bags on the pier, he really couldn't bear it.
Finally, on this day, the last copper coin was exchanged by him for two steamed buns. As if enjoying the most beautiful treasure in the world, he pinched the steamed buns into silk threads, and he had to wait for the silk threads to melt in his mouth every time before he was willing to feed them. Take the next bite.
By the next morning, he hadn't eaten three meals, and the hunger in his belly easily destroyed his last dignity.
When the sun was shining on the bank of the Sanggan River, he got the first stick. On this day, he got seven sticks. Three of them were forcibly taken away by the tyrannical bald foreman. The remaining sticks were exchanged for two for him. Ten copper plates.
Immediately, Xu Yi rushed to Cao Laosan's steamed stuffed bun shop on the east side of the pier, dragging his exhausted body. Driven by strong desire, twenty copper coins were exchanged for seven thin-skinned meat buns.
The moment the first mouthful of hot red oil flowed into his throat, Xu Yi discovered that becoming a fairy or a Buddha was nothing more than that.
The seven meat buns didn't take more than five breaths, so Xu Yi sent them all to the Temple of the Five Viscera. He was so distressed that he was on the verge of tears, regretting that he didn't taste it carefully, the most beautiful delicacy in the world.
The seven meat buns did not extinguish his hunger, but made him even hungrier. He had no choice but to run to the river, drink a ton of water, and then went back to his temporary residence under the south wall.
Taking advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun that had not yet set down the mountain, Xu Yi quickly fell asleep after wrapping his body in layers of straw.
Since practicing Taoism, he seldom dreamed. Now, he began to dream again. There were no delicate beauties in the dream, only those big meat buns that were bleached and oily. He threw himself into the pile of buns, laughing wildly with satisfaction.