Disarmed and returned to the field: the goddess of war returns to the village to engage in construct

Time flies, and a year has passed in a flash.

Winter comes and spring comes, everything recovers.

This year, Ye Qing's business grew bigger and bigger, and one snail noodle shop opened after another.

Sun Shiping's snail noodles franchise stores are also opening one after another.

Other businessmen have already sensed business opportunities. Where Sun Shiping has not developed, the speed of joining is faster than Ye Qing imagined.

Ye Qing was so soft when he received the money, he was in a great mood.

The bamboo shoots in Qingfeng Town are soaring, and those who have bamboo at home are laughing so hard that they can't see their teeth.

In the past, it could only be used as a shoulder pole or as firewood, but now it has become the object of everyone's desperate planting.

There are also peanuts, bean curd sticks, etc., as long as people are not lazy, they can always find opportunities to make a fortune.

All of Boss Cheng’s snail noodle shops are closed.

The moth he guarded against day and night bit him hard, causing him to lose a lot of money.

Out of breath, all the blood rushed to his head, and then he had a gorgeous stroke, and collapsed on the bed, unable to speak, unable to take care of himself.

As soon as he fell, his wives, concubines and children began a battle for property.

The process is thrilling, comparable to a court drama.

No one would accept anyone, and the wife was so angry that she closed all the snail noodle shops very forcefully. If I can't get it, you can't get it either.

Fortunately, Ye Qing has her own store, and also has franchisees like Sun Shiping.

Otherwise, the snail noodle workshop in Shihe Village would have to close down.

...

Recently, teahouses in the south of the Yangtze River have become popular in Jianghu, cooking wine and discussing swords.

He Ren is young and not crazy, full of passion and bravery, and full of courage.

Seeking confidantes from all corners of the world, and being a chivalrous man with righteousness and wealth.Gather together a group of heroes and get drunk with a thousand cups, open-minded and free.

Travel around the world with the sword pointing at the mountains and rivers, and look down on the nine heavens.

"Flying snow shoots the white deer in the sky, and the laughing book hero leans on the biyuan".

Jin Yong's martial arts novels are simply popular throughout the south of the Yangtze River.

Everyone is crazy about it, and some even become crazy and become demons, immersed in the imagination of the world and unable to extricate themselves.

Among them, the most famous one is Heyun Tea House, the largest tea house in Qinghua City.

It also stepped up publicity efforts, and invited the most famous local storyteller to explain in the teahouse.

"Ding Chunqiu's murder of two monks Xuantong and Xuannan is the great enmity of the Shaolin sect. When the Shaolin monks heard that he had arrived on Shaoshi Mountain, they immediately started clamoring. Xuansheng shouted: Everyone must be brave today to capture old monster Ding alive , to avenge the two senior brothers Xuannan and Xuantong..."

The storyteller gave a row of gavels forcefully: "For more details, please listen to the next chapter to break it down."

Then he picked up the cold tea on the table and drank it in big gulps. After talking for so long, he was really thirsty.

"What? Why did you stop when I was enjoying listening to it?"

"That's right, hurry up and continue."

"Where's the boss? Hurry up and get out, do you think I can't afford this little money? If you don't talk about it, I believe I'll smash your shop."

"Smash it, you must smash it, otherwise Mr. Storyteller will continue to play tricks here."

The voice of the crusade below is getting louder and louder, it is almost to set the house up, and the storyteller has to come out to explain: "Guest officers, I'm really sorry, it's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I didn't get it either. Huaben, how do you want me to continue talking?"

It's okay if you don't explain it, but with this explanation, the people below messed up again.

Someone started to smash the glass: "Why don't you have a script? Who are you fooling?"

It's like this every time, when he was enjoying listening to it, he stopped.

The guest's temper was so violent that he almost beat up the storyteller.

In the end, it was the shopkeeper who led a group of fellows to take him out safely.

"Miss Ye, Aunt Ye, Mrs. Ye, please be merciful. You must give this manuscript to me tonight.
I'm going to practice hard tonight, what to say next, and the book "Yi Tian Tu Long Ji", why did you only write the beginning, when can you give me the following plot..."

The storyteller was chattering at the side, Ye Qing almost regretted it, what kind of book was he doing when he had nothing to do.

Aren't you looking for guilt for yourself now?
Here's the thing.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, she brought her loyal fans Zhou Yuer, Ji Yun, and Xiaoya to Qinghua City to celebrate the Lantern Festival.

But the Lantern Festival in this era is really boring. It is nothing more than guessing riddles and the like, and there are lion and dragon dance performances.

Lively is lively, but it's not Ye Qing's favorite type.

Zhou Yu'er was already a big girl, looking at the crowds on the street, she was too frightened to go out into the street.

But how to spend the long night.

It's too early to go to bed, and I'm not interested in shopping.

So Xiaoya asked Ye Qing to tell her stories to pass the time.

I have basically finished telling the usual fairy tales that I can remember, and there is really nothing to tell.

Ye Qing decided to come up with something different, that is martial arts novels.

"Legend of the Condor Heroes" is absolutely indispensable. Ye Qing also talked about this novel before, but he didn't finish it.

Now that I'm talking about it again, those who have heard it are still very interested.

Perhaps what they listened to was not the story itself, but a philosophy of life.

It wasn't just these girls who were attracted, even men like Jiang Da and the others were attracted.

It's just that the time is too short, how can such a thick book be finished all at once.

Everyone was still full of ideas, and Ye Qing's mouth was dry.

The chickens outside started to crow, and no one planned to let Ye Qing go.

Ye Qing looked unlovable: "Big brothers and sisters, please let me go, after all, you don't have to sleep."

Ji Yun said with a smile: "Then I won't sleep."

The little girl pouted: "Sister, you are too bad. You always tell half of such a good story and keep the other half."

Ye Qing pinched her little nose: "Little girl, go to bed early, or you will grow old easily."

Xiaoya: "Bad sister, I won't play with you anymore."

Everyone laughed, children are children, and they won't play with you every now and then, it's no different from Zhuang Zhuang.

Jiang Da had an idea: "Miss Ye, everyone likes listening to stories so much, why don't you write it out and sell it to teahouses, you can make a lot of money."

Ye Qing had silently written "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" before. At that time, Feng Siyu liked it very much. He wished he could come here ten times or eight times a day to read all the manuscript papers at once.

When it came to money, Ye Qing instantly felt relieved: "Do you really like this martial arts novel?"

"Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" was not sold at the time, and was forgotten later.

Several men nodded in agreement at the same time, Jiang Da said with emotion: "I really like it, go to the end of the world with a sword, enjoy the rivers and lakes, who wouldn't like it."

Xiao Ya: "I like Sister Huang Rong. When I grow up, I want to be a heroine."

Ji Yun teased her: "Then do you also want to find a man like Brother Jing?"

The little girl said confidently, "Of course."

Ye Qing looked at her amusedly: "You are only so old, you want to get married, and you are like Brother Jing."

A few days later, Ye Qing went to the largest teahouse in Qinghua City with a thick script, and went straight to their owner.

In the past two years, Ye Qing has become an eighteenth female college student. She was already very beautiful, but now she is even more beautiful.

Seeing that she is a beautiful woman, the owner of the teahouse presented her in the storybook. After reading two pages, he was deeply moved by the story in it.

Without further ado, he immediately spent a huge sum of money to buy all the scripts in her hand.

But there are conditions, one is that after Ye Qing sells the script to him, he can't sell it to anyone else.

Second, he has the right to sell the scriptures given by Ye Qing to teahouses in other cities.

In this era, transportation is underdeveloped, and network information is even less available.

So he took advantage of this time difference to sell the script.

It seems that there is no profit without business, and it makes sense.

He made a lot of money by making such a fuss.

Ye Qing regretted seeing him come in so quickly.

For a while, he didn't know whether he was an ancient person or he was an ancient person.

Closer to home.

"If it doesn't work, just whet their appetite for a few days." Ye Qing shrugged.

The storyteller's eyes widened: "This is not acceptable, they will kill me."

Ye Qing was surprised: "Is it so exaggerated?"

Mr. Storyteller: "You'll find out when you go and have a look."

Because of "Dragon Babu", the reputation of the teahouse soared to a terrible status in an instant.

The common people in the streets and alleys whispered to each other all day long, and the business of the teahouse was so good that every day when the lecture was held, there were crowds of people and there were no empty seats.

...

Today's Qinghua City seems to be extraordinarily lively. Ye Qing walked along the wide and clean streets, and heard the cries of small vendors from time to time, and pedestrians coming and going.

Although it is not a prosperous and prosperous age, it is a peaceful year!
Suddenly, there was a noise in front, followed by the sound of horseshoes, and pedestrians on the road hurriedly stopped and stood on the side of the road.

Those who ride horses in the street so arrogantly are all sons of rich people.

These little people can't be provoked, so they should hide quickly, otherwise they will be injured, and they will come over with a whip and say why you hide so slowly.

Unable to walk ahead, Ye Qing also stopped and looked forward, only to see dozens of horses coming on the wind,

At the front are guards leading the way, and in the middle is a young man in a brocade suit.

After only one glance, Ye Qing's body froze, why does this person look familiar?

"Give way, make way, those who are in power will be killed without mercy."

The horse galloped past, and there was a gust of wind behind it, which added a bit of chill to the cold air.

As soon as the voice fell, the people around desperately retreated to both sides, not daring to say a word.

Ye Qing didn't move, but stood where she was, and turned her eyes to follow the people's line of sight, her eyes were very cold.

On the streets of Nuoda, only the sound of horseshoes can be heard, and even the peddlers dare not sell, for fear of causing death.

These people are so arrogant.

What is the origin of this man?
Ye slightly narrowed his eyes.

The people stood aside in fear, carefully watching the galloping horse.

However, at this moment, a tense and fearful voice came from the crowd: "Bao'er, come back, my child, come back quickly."

It was the panicked voice of a woman, which seemed insignificant in the sound of the huge hooves of the horse.

Everyone followed the prestige, and a small figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the street.

"Whose child, run away quickly."

"Be careful, the horse is about to step on it."

"My Bao'er, who can save my Bao'er."

Ye Qingxiu frowned slightly, seeing that the child had already galloped towards the middle of the road, and the steed horse had already charged and was about to step on the child, and there was no time to stop her legs.

"Help, save my child"

The sound of the horse's hooves continued, and it seemed that the child was about to be sucked under the horse's hoof.

Suddenly, there was a "hiss".

Everyone saw a figure flash past in front of their eyes, and in an instant, the child was pulled back from under the horse's hoof.

At the same time, the galloping horse at the front was startled.

Immediately stopped the horse's hooves, raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl, the horses behind also stopped, and the street was suddenly peaceful.

The people looked at the figure and found that the rescuer turned out to be a girl. The girl's body was as straight as a pine, there was no expression on her pretty face, and her eyes were calm and indifferent.

She had already let go of the child's hand, glanced at the guards indifferently, and then walked to the side expressionlessly.

Ye Qing actually didn't want to be nosy, but he was a poor child, he didn't know any danger.

If you don't reach out to save, an innocent life will disappear in your own eyes.

She can't be so cold-blooded.

Her previous beliefs did not allow her to be so indifferent, human life is paramount.

She just wanted to leave now, however, things backfired, someone didn't want her to go.

A guard rushed up aggressively, and stopped Ye Qing: "You are so bold, you dare to make trouble, come here, drag her down and chop her up."

Seeing such a beautiful girl, I don't even have any sympathy for her, brother guard, are you still single?

As soon as the guard's words fell, the two guards rushed up immediately, trying to drag Ye Qing down.

Seeing this, the crowd also began to commotion: "Who is this group of people, so arrogant."

Someone who knew Ye Qing said: "Isn't this girl from Ye Dong's family in the distribution center? I didn't expect her to know martial arts."

Ye Qing's lips overflowed with a little coldness, she frowned, and a faint cold light flashed across the corner of her eyes.

The cold little face was still calm, calm and calm, calm and deep, and his cold eyes swept towards the guard lukewarm.

The light voice is not stained with a trace of temperature: "Are you lawless?"

"Our master is Wang Fa."

"Is your master the current emperor? Has such great power?"

As soon as Ye Qing finished speaking, the guard froze for a moment, unable to answer.

Everyone looked at Ye Qing with more admiration and eagerness.

Unexpectedly, a woman like her is so bold and fearless in the face of power.

The guard saw everyone pointing, and said angrily: "Do you believe it belongs to your nine clans? Do you know who our master is?"