Nightfall Chapter 34: Lao Bi Zhai’s first guest
Chapter 34 The first guest of Lao Bi Zhai
There is a good pen, a good ink, a good paper, a good inkstone, and a good night, a beautiful maid next to him, a cup of tea in front of him, three burning incense sticks by the table, a bright moon outside the window, roll your sleeves to your heart’s content As for the book, when he raised his head, he flicked his finger, and a handleless flying sword pierced the air from the beam and killed a certain general thousands of miles away. This was Ning Que’s ideal life.
On the first night spent in Lin 47 Lane, he felt that he was infinitely close to his ideals. Although pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all cheap goods, although the night was lonely and not secluded, although there was only clear water. Tea, only gruel and biscuits on the table without burning incense, although there is still no bright moon outside the window, although the maid is too small and too dark and too ugly, although he now thinks that practice is a very smelly hollow fart…
Although there are so many, he still feels very happy when the penfeng can dance on the snow paper, and even thinks that Sangsang’s suggestion of selling characters is really a genius idea.
Weicheng’s bitter cold cannot be said to be poverty, but it’s hard to call it rich. The supplies delivered by the military will not include pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Therefore, in the past, it cost a lot to write a few scrolls. Now, now, Pen, ink, paper and inkstone can be used arbitrarily, and can be exchanged for money. Sangsang will not complain in a low voice. How can there be happier things in the world?
The time of suffering is always like years, and the time of happiness and enjoyment is called the passing years. When he finally raised his head, filled his stomach with water, rubbed his sore wrists and shoulders and decided to rest, it was already outside the door The morning light gradually came, and there was a faint sound of pouring water and cries in the distance.
Writing all night, there were already paper rolls piled up beside me, except for the first two mad grasses to vent his emotions. Later, he wrote very honestly and wrote all the things that Sangsang seems to be selling well. Look The writing seems to have no plan. In fact, there are vertical scrolls, horizontal batches, long scrolls and even a large middle hall, but they have not been mounted yet. The paper rolls piled up at the feet of the table seem to be just ink paper with different shapes and sizes.
After years of hard training and copying thousands of scrolls, Ning Que is very confident in his own writing, but the most confident and proud of his methods can not be used in Chang’an City, otherwise if the viewer asks you Sheng Yonghe for nine years What year is it, and what is Kuaiji Mountain? How should you go? So he had to copy some of the world’s poetry collections and some well-circulated scriptures, but he believes that even so, after these scrolls are hung on the wall, there are bound to be countless dignitaries, celebrities, literati, and scholars who will come here after hearing the wind.
“Oh, the threshold will be broken in two days. It seems that you have to prepare for repairs in advance.”
Ning Que thought triumphantly. He stretched his right hand to the wall and tore off the paper roll left by the original proprietor. It was like tearing off a pile of rubbish. He was about to call Sangsang to find a mounting shop. Then I hung up my masterpiece, only to find that the little maid had no idea when she hugged her knees in the corner and fell asleep.
“I’m talking about letting you buy two bowls of Changan’s famous hot and sour noodles to taste.”
He looked at the sleeping sweet little girl, couldn’t help but shook his head, took a blouse to cover her body, then pushed the door out, following the alluring green onion in the comfortable morning light Xianghe cried out for the past.
“Uncle, how much is a bowl of noodles?”
“So expensive?”
“Look, my shop is over there. They are all neighborhoods. How about cheaper?”
“Yes, yes, that’s the shop, I haven’t named it yet.”
“I thought about the name a long time ago, so I wanted to make a sign, what name?”
“Old Bi Zhai.”
In order to buy two bowls of cheaper hot and sour noodle soup with the hawker, I decided the name of the shop casually. No matter how you look at it, it’s a bit unreasonable, so Sangsang had no idea about the name of the shop. Can’t help but talk about her young master for several years because of this.
In short, this shop has a boss and calligrapher, a maid and a handyman, and a calligraphy specialty store with a weird name. It finally appeared in Lin 47 Lane.
Ning Que’s only dissatisfaction with this shop was that it was too far away from the mounting shop, and the mounting was too slow. He was not good at this, so he had to wait patiently for two more days.
One day it rained again in Chang’an City, and the shop near Lane 47 opened silently. Ning Que wore a brand new scholar’s green shirt, holding a cheap red clay teapot in his left hand, standing behind the threshold before the wall of scrolls, as if seeing a new life beckoning to him, and that new life looked very different. Pretty and lovely.
“Spring rain is as expensive as oil, a good sign!”
He took a sip of tea, stood inside the threshold and looked at the wind and rain outside the threshold, and said: “The fragrance of tea is intoxicating, and the fragrance of ink is intoxicating. It can be said that it is a grandiose and domineering business to talk and laugh. It is not a drunk in life.” /
The immature-faced teenager wore a scholarly blue shirt, which could not show any chic, but looked a little funny. He held the teapot in an old manner and said such things in an old-fashioned tone, which made him even more cute.
Someone under the eaves of the threshold was sheltering from the rain. He happened to listen to Ning Que’s words. He turned around and glanced at Ning Que subconsciously. After a slight start, he couldn’t help but laugh. This man is a middle-aged man, wearing a sloppy green shirt with a sword tied at will, Qingjun’s eyebrows and eyes have a sense of free and easy, the moment his smile appeared, the rain outside the eaves was illuminated a bit.
Ning Que discovered that there was someone outside the threshold. Knowing that the other party heard his own sour words, he was a little embarrassed. He coughed and turned his head to look at the corner of the palace in the distance on a rainy day, pretending that nothing had happened.
The middle-aged man was probably a little bored. He turned around and walked into the shop. He walked around the wall with his hands and looked around at random. His eyes showed admiration and surprise, but he didn’t seem to want to pay.
As the saying goes, the matter of scholars always has the energy of scholars. Ning Que is lazy to greet some guests. Although the other party is the first guest since the opening of Lao Bi Zhai, it is of great historical significance.
After watching a circle, the middle-aged man walked back to Ning Que, smiled and said, “Little boss…”
Not waiting for him to finish the sentence, Ning Que smiled and corrected him: “Please call me the boss, don’t call me the little boss just because I watched my age, just like I don’t see you wearing a sword Just call you a sword… guest.”
“Well, little boss.” The middle-aged man didn’t change his name, and said with a smile: “I want to know why you would want to rent this shop that no one wants to rent for three months.”
Ning Que replied: “The place is clean and the environment is good. I have no reason not to rent the front store and back house.”
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said: “I just want to remind you that the reason why this shop is so cheap but never rented out is not because others are stupid than you, but because the Department of Household Clearance and Transport Department’s treasury is going to be expanded. The government has always wanted to take back the pavement of this street. You know that the government has always paid very little compensation. Renting a shop here is too risky, and you may lose money at any time. You said that the place is quiet. Didn’t you notice that all the shops next to it are closed? The door?”
Ning Que frowned slightly, looked at this person and asked, “Why do you know these things?”
The middle-aged man replied calmly: “Because the pavements on both sides of this street are all mine.”