Life was in a dilemma, and Xu Yi had to try to change. With his extraordinary talent, he seized the opportunity and relied on his sweet words to coax the vain deputy manager and got a good deal of issuing a bad job. He only worked for half a day, but he could get ten cards. Not only did the bald foreman dare not come and rob, but instead sent three or five cards every day to show his goodwill.

In this way, he could get sixty or seventy copper plates a day, and finally he could eat delicious big buns for two meals in the morning and evening, but he couldn't take full care of it.

On the third day after I issued the sign, Lao Jia, who was carrying the living, rented a room in the slum in the slums in Dishuijing Hutong, two miles away from the wharf. Finally, the sky is no longer covered by the sky and the floor is the bed.

As it turns out, the brain is a good thing, and you can get along wherever you have a brain.

After half a month, after adapting to the lives of the people at the bottom, Xu Yi did not take much time to climb to a relative comfort zone.

He seized the opportunity and used his mathematical and statistical skills to gain the appreciation of the shipowner. He got a job of planning and finally left the category of manual laborers. His monthly salary reached two taels of silver.

These money can be used to maintain a low-level livelihood for a family. However, if Xu Yi wants to eat red meat buns alone, he cannot. He can only buy thirty or fifty ones occasionally to satisfy his cravings and eat them happily.

Of course, the change of identity brings about changes in social status. He has a clear world, a fair dealing with things, and a clear and literate word. Even the famous Master Jiang from the east of the city once asserted that Xu Yi must be a scholar who had fame and fortune, but he was just wandering here and it was difficult to fall into it.

Such an unfounded assertion was believed by many people, and even the owner was alarmed. He asked Xu Yi if he was interested. He went to his job, but Xu Yi politely declined.

This deepens this rumor.

Even the ship owner warned Dazhen and others to treat Mr. Xu with courtesy and said, "I am content with poverty and enjoy the word, and this is not the one who lives under the rank of others."

Changes in social status are directly reflected in life.

During the Zhang family’s wedding and the Li family’s funeral, Mr. Xu is indispensable. It is because of Mr. Xu’s calligraphy and chapters, which is really great to add color to the family.

Later, if someone who is a little decent person is organized, if he can't invite Mr. Xu, he will be completely blind.

For this reason, many people have specially changed the celebration days for Mr. Xu's time convenience.

Gradually, Mr. Xu's life became better.

Xu Yi also completely fell in love with such a leisurely and wild crane, who is busy with life.

The uneasiness in his state of mind finally disappeared, but Xu Yi knew that the feeling of breaking through the Tao and being harmonious in his heart did not really come.

As life passes day by day, Xu Yi's reputation gradually grows, and the names of calligraphy and poetry gradually spread to the circle of literati.

Mr. Jiang was a man of the same name and repeatedly invited him, but Xu Yi politely declined. He did not continue to climb up to gain a higher social status. He was sinking below and carefully experiencing the joys and joys of the hard-working people and the people in the city, which was better than anything else.

Every night after work, if I have free time, I will set up a table and a stool at the entrance of the alley, put a plate of fennel beans and a pot of old wine, slowly, one of which will drink until the sunset is set, and the red clouds are everywhere in the sky.

The Zhang family, Li family, the children's fight, the crazy running, and the fireworks on earth came from his ears, and suddenly filled his heart.

I practice and practice Taoism, and do not avoid the world. It is because I am greedy for the world that I seek eternal life.

With a click, Xu Yi felt something cracked in his heart, but it was not thorough.

He didn't force it, so he picked up the wine gourd and walked towards the Chauda alley.

Short-dash alleys, short-dash alleys, as the name suggests, the living in the alleys are all Liba who wears short-dash.

The entrance of the alley is next to the moat, and there is an open land, facing the west. There is a century-old locust tree with lush branches and leaves, covering the sun, and now it is approaching midsummer.

Even the setting sun faded and the heat wave that had been steaming for a day was still burning, but the shade under the big locust tree was obviously much lower than the temperature outside.

There is also a gentle evening breeze, occasionally vibrating dense branches and rustling leaves, which makes people feel cool from the bottom of their hearts.

When Xu Yi arrived, under the big locust tree, there were three layers inside and three layers outside. Most of them were shirtless Libahans, some brought bowls of food and drink, and they wanted to chew big cakes. Some children rushed to the high place behind, and some women were not convenient to pile up, standing nearby and gathered into a small group.

It was so tight and lively, of course it was not just because of the coolness of the place. The reason was that Mr. Jiang was there to buy stories with money. One story was three, and the only one is to be fooled.

Mr. Jiang is a family and has published many books and stories to organize materials. He is very famous here.

The people at the bottom have not much entertainment. As Mr. Jiang’s story stands up, it is naturally a big fun thing to have fun.

Xu Yi saw Mr. Jiang's white cloth guitar leaning against the old locust tree, with the four big words "So I Smell" written on it. When he savored it carefully, he felt a sense of Zen.

"Mr. Xu is here, Mr. Xu is here."

Someone shouted, and the crowded crowd automatically made way out, and everyone enthusiastically welcomed Xu Yi in.

Unlike other scholars, Mr. Xu is willing to squeeze in with everyone, and everyone feels honored.

Xu Yi bowed with his fists and entered the circle, pressed and held down the two old men who wanted to give way to him, bowed to the majestic Mr. Jiang, and said "disturbance", and then stood next to the big tree.

It wasn't ten or eighteen times that he came here to listen to the story. Everyone knew his nature, so they stopped persuading him.

It happened that a young man finished his story and received the reward and returned it. He took three or five children and went there to buy snacks.

The boy just left the cushion in the middle. A middle-aged man with handsome eyebrows sat up. He looked at his figure and obviously had practiced. As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was floating, and someone immediately recognized him, saying that he was Mr. Cui, the female singer of the Lihua Class.

As soon as Mr. Cui spoke, he was stopped by Mr. Jiang, "Brother, I will accept stories that have not been written in the text, books of various schools of thought, words of hundreds of schools, and even unofficial history and dramas. I have heard of this song "Ganye Temple."

However, Mr. Cui seemed to have a strong confidant, so he refused to go on. He barely told his life experience and vented it. He was invited by everyone.
Chapter completed!