Zhang Xiaolei really didn't want to give up his talent.
So he made an appointment with Ye Butcher, and when Ye Butcher finished the affairs of Qianma Village, they went to Li Fengwu to settle the account together.
In the past few days, Zhang Xiaolei is temporarily living in Zhoucheng not far away.
This week the city is actually just a small town.
Zhoucheng has a population of only two thousand households, but there are mostly shipbuilders here. Many people come here to buy ships or ship goods by water, which adds a lot of vitality to the town.
Although there are only two thousand local residents, there are close to 10,000 foreigners who come and go every day, making Zhoucheng gradually prosperous.
Zhang Xiaolei came to Zhoucheng, looking for the teahouse here.
He has made an appointment with Ye Butcher, and when Ye Butcher is finished, he will come to the teahouse to look for him.
Of course there is a teahouse in the city this week.
Not long after he entered Zhoucheng, he saw a flag with a teapot painted on it.
Zhang Xiaolei entered the teahouse, and said to the shopkeeper: "Teahouse, sit down and have tea, please have something to fill your stomach."
The shop Xiaoer quickly said: "Guest officer, sit down, eat noodles?"
"There is such a blessing? Of course I eat."
Xiao Er from the shop smiled and said: "I didn't have a face at all. Some big people have come these days. They booked a banquet with us, and it happened to be today."
Zhang Xiaolei said in surprise: "My convincing is really good. When I first entered the city, someone invited to dinner. In other words, they invited a banquet with a few words?"
A guest who ate tea smiled and said, "It's very generous, with five hundred characters in the head!"
"Five hundred characters in head?"
Zhang Xiaolei did not dare to say: "Isn't that a big fish? I have never seen such a generous person."
Xiao Er from the shop said with emotion: "We have never seen it before. There are many people waiting outside. They can come in and eat tea to occupy the place, but they are reluctant to pay, or they can't pay."
"Then I took a place this morning, and my luck was pretty good..." Zhang Xiaolei smiled, "It just so happens that I want to stay in the store.
"Then I wish the guest official a good meal."
Zhang Xiaolei leaned on the table, feeling secretly in his heart.
A banquet with five hundred characters of head.
What is this person
There is too much money, do you come out to spread your wealth for everyone to eat and drink
But anyway, there are free big fish and big meat to eat, Zhang Xiaolei is very happy.
Dian Xiaoer soon brought a bowl of noodles. After he had eaten it, he asked Dian Xiaoer to bring pen and ink, drink tea and practice writing.
The people nearby saw it, and they all came up to watch the excitement.
Every time Zhang Xiaolei wrote a word, someone clapped his hands and cheered.
Zhang Xiaolei was a little upset by the quarrel. He turned his head and asked people, "Why are you cheering?"
"I don't know either. I don't know how to read. Seeing someone cheering, I will agree."
"I also watched other people applaud, and then yelled twice."
"I don't know how to read. I think you can write, and I feel great in my heart, so I was the first to applaud. Who knew they would yell after me."
Zhang Xiaolei said helplessly: "Don't make noise, let me practice handwriting quietly."
These people suddenly became speechless and let Zhang Xiaolei practice calligraphy.
When it was noon, people entered the teahouse one after another to find a place with the shop's second child.
They saw Zhang Xiaolei practicing calligraphy, and they were not sitting beside Zhang Xiaolei.
Those who have read should sit with those who have read.
This is not the rule of teahouses, but people think so.
When the banquet was about to start, Zhang Xiaolei was also sitting around a table, and these were all literate people.
Zhang Xiaolei reluctantly put away his pen and ink, and a person beside him said with emotion: "The seriousness of brothers practicing calligraphy is really admirable."
Zhang Xiaolei smiled and said, "It is because I have less ink in my stomach that I practice harder."
"I don't know how to call brother?"
"Zhang Xiaolei."
"Disrespect and disrespect, it turned out that it was Zhang Xiaolei who broke Zhao Youwei's case in Yuncheng."
"Brother knows my name?"
"Mr. Zhang doesn't know anything, your name has already been screaming around."
Zhang Xiaolei nodded thoughtfully. At this time, one person curiously said: "It's rare to get together today, can you tell us, brother, how did you solve the case?"
"Still not."
Zhang Xiaolei smiled and said, "What is there to brag about in the past?"
"Brother is humble."
"It's not modest, but it's not worth mentioning. Everyone eats and drinks, don't mention those."
People saw that Zhang Xiaolei had no interest in bragging, so they stopped mentioning it.
The shop Xiaoer brought a plate of dishes to the table and made people move their index fingers.
Zhang Xiaolei picked up a piece of chicken and curiously said: "The dishes are here, why has no one asked the owner yet?"
"Mister doesn't know something, we Zhoucheng respect scholars..." a person beside him smiled, "They are all waiting for us to ask questions."
Zhang Xiaolei suddenly realized, and then asked: "Then why don't you ask?"
"Mr. Zhang is sitting here today, how dare we speak? Please ask Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Xiaolei quickly said that he was too exalted, and then he stood up and said politely: "Which friend invites you to drink today?"
Suddenly, a woman stood up in the crowd.
The woman was somewhat similar to Shao Xiaoling. She was dressed in strong clothes and wore a sword around her waist.
Unlike Shao Xiaoling, Shao Xiaoling is heroic, but there is a tenderness between the woman's eyebrows.
She whispered softly: "My son, today it is the slave family who invited all the friends to have a drink."
What a nice view.
Zhang Xiaolei looked a little intently.
He has never seen such a beautiful woman. Although she is a martial artist, her three thousand green silks are scattered, and she contrasts with her white skin.
With slender willow eyebrows, a pair of charming eyes, beautiful nose, vermilion lips, just like a woman in a painting.
Zhang Xiaolei couldn't tell how beautiful this woman was. In terms of her facial features, Shao Xiaoling was clearly not under her. But when he faced Shao Xiaoling, he was full of dislike for her noise, but facing this woman, he was a little speechless.
The woman was stunned when she saw Zhang Xiaolei. She lowered her head slightly and said softly: "My son, why don't you ask the next sentence? Is this the rule of Zhoucheng Teahouse?"
Zhang Xiaolei reacted. He quickly tapped the bowl with his chopsticks and asked, "Where did the girl come from?"
"The slave family came from the south of the Yangtze River, Wuli Road, north of Yingtian Palace, under three locust trees."
Zhang Xiaolei knocked the bowl again: "How old is the girl?"
The woman blushed slightly. She turned around and said, "I saw that the son has been practicing calligraphy before, and he is also a scholar. How can he be in front of all the friends, and do not ask about the rules, but rather like Stay home."
When I turned around, my hair fluttered.
Zhang Xiaolei is a little obsessed again.
He murmured: "It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and it is swaying like the snow coming back from the wind."
A person beside him hurriedly poked Zhang Xiaolei: "Sir, ask business."
Only then did Zhang Xiaolei wake up and knocked his bowl: "What's the matter with the girl?"
When the woman saw Zhang Xiaolei finally inquiring about the business, she whispered softly: "The Nu family is called Yi Liu Yan. I heard that the enemy Li Fengwu is down the Yangtze River. He is king of the mountain and oppresses the people. The Nu family came here to have a banquet and want to invite you all. Friends help, walk the way for the heavens, and protect the people of Ming Dynasty." (End of this chapter)