My imagination has come true

On the stage, Yue Ling and Guo Ying sang operas heartily.

Mu Qingyun didn't bother them.

Those old and young rotten scholars muttered, there was really no need to waste a lot of time talking to them.

The price of the food and wine in Zhaiyuelou is medium in Yuncheng, but in terms of taste, it is much better than other restaurants.

After Mu Qingyun came to Yuncheng, she often went shopping with Chen Yi and the others after practicing martial arts every day. She almost tried all the food stalls in the streets and alleys of Yuncheng.

The special dishes of each restaurant are also eaten without landing.

Now that there is no shortage of money, and he will definitely not stay in this world for a lifetime, the money earned, apart from leaving it for Yue Ling's retirement, must be spent carefully and earnestly to be worthwhile.

It has to be worthwhile.

Mu Qingyun planned it long ago, and first used it to search for various rare books of cheats.

There is no need to ask for martial arts cheats, she wants other valuable books.

Too many good things have been lost in this era, and she can learn as much as she can.

The second is to eat and drink.

Mu Qingyun ordered the rouge fish and said with a smile: "Brother Chi, try it, it must suit your taste."

Without Mu Qingyun's mentioning, Chi Ze ate the rouge-red fish lip in one gulp, so beautiful that he almost burst into tears.

A few people hurriedly ignored the sad chat, and ate a lot, such as mullet fish, crab roe shrimp, pepper lantern meat, and lychee stewed chicken.

Chi Ze, a serious Jiangnan native, suddenly tasted the Jiangnan taste he had never tasted from Yuncheng.

Mu Qingyun was also very surprised. There are several dishes here, which are only known by their names in later generations, and have been lost at all.

It can only be said that this world is really full of wonders, and it is also possible that the place where the plot in the script takes place is special compared to other places.

While eating, Mu Qingyun warmed a pot of rice wine and poured it for Chi Ze and the others.

Mu Changfeng laughed: "This is really flattering!"

Chi Ze also laughed.

In terms of status, they are both seniors and elders. It stands to reason that if a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old pours them a glass of wine, what would that matter?

But now when Mu Qingyun mentioned the jug, Mu Changfeng wanted to get up.

Chi Ze's heart was also pounding.

It was only such a short time for them to get along with Yue Qingqing, a junior, but in this short period of time, Yue Qingqing, a young rookie from a small martial arts gym, had to treat each other as equals.

Chi Ze was thoughtful, and said softly: "Shimei has a very special temperament, as if she is looking at the world from a very high place."

Perhaps because of this, they can't help but look at it differently.

"That's called heroism!" Mu Changfeng laughed, he was not as sharp as Chi Ze, and these words were purely teasing.

But even though it's a joke, it's also kind of sincere.

In his opinion, Mu Qingyun's martial arts is not very high, but he can indeed be called a hero among women.

Judging by his posture of easily controlling the reincarnation competition, even Mu Changfeng, a hundred him, can't match him.

Talking and laughing while drinking.

This wine is very good, sweet and sweet in the mouth, with a slight sour taste, it doesn't make any headway after drinking it, but it has enough aftertaste.

After drinking for three rounds, Chi Ze leaned on the fence and rolled his eyes: "Never mind what time it is, there are mad dogs barking and it doesn't stop."

A few old people sitting downstairs were muttering all the time.

It's all bullshit.

Chi Ze and the others are self-cultivated, and they have never shot at ordinary people who are unarmed.

It is all achieved through years of hard work and hard work.

If this kind of martial arts is used to bully ordinary people, wouldn't it be very cheap?
"Noisy, annoying!"

But the movement downstairs was too noisy.

This group of martial arts fellows, it is rare for them to have leisure time to gather in a restaurant, to drink and laugh, but someone makes trouble, which always makes people feel unpleasant.

The voices from downstairs crept upwards.

"Back when we were young, what kind of character were those women? At that time, when women let men see their ankles, they would commit suicide to preserve their reputation. Now look at it, hey!"

The drama on the stage became more and more lively as it was sung.

Several old people in the audience became more and more excited as they talked.

The one with the harshest voice was the old man in gray patched robes.

As the man spoke, he became filled with righteous indignation, his nose was not his nose, his eyes were not his eyes, and he pointed at Yue Ling and cursed in a low voice.

"What a loyal person Mr. Zhang is. I remember that my son had an accident three years ago. If Mr. Zhang hadn't brought the life-saving money in time, I'm afraid he would have died."

"Mr. Zhang is a good man!"

"An actor, who is lucky enough to be Mrs. Zhang, shouldn't she be grateful to Dade? She's still having a hard time with her man, what a divorce, shameless!"

"It's all right to make a fuss, but it's so public that it makes outsiders see it as a joke."

Mu Qingyun frowned, sneered, and before he could speak, he saw the passing waiter, knocking the teapot on the table of the group, and said angrily: "Speak up if you have the ability!"

The old man immediately shut up, his face flushed, and he hummed angrily for a while: "I don't care if I like to talk or not."

The waiter in the shop stared at him, and the old man was startled and shrank to the side.

"Xiaolong, what are you talking about with a deaf or blind man?"

Not far away, the old shopkeeper of the Yueyue Tower waved his hand, "It's over."

The shop clerk didn't say a word, he stretched out his hands and pushed and pulled him, dragging him out.

All the guests looked back and pointed at them, and the old people blushed and became angry with embarrassment: "You, you are rude!"

"rude?"

The shopkeeper sneered, "Take it in your heart, and always mention Mr. Zhang, where did you get the money lent to your son? Isn't it his wife's dowry?"

"you--"

The old man blushed.

"Of course you should miss your Mr. Zhang. After all, if you were Mrs. Yue, you would never lend money to a bastard who sold his wife and daughter for gambling!"

"With this extra money, sending it to a sales home is better than filling the belly of your hapless son!"

Before the words were finished, several old people had already been kicked out of the house, hiding their faces and leaving in shame.

On the stage, there was a constant sound of drama, and there were bursts of applause from the audience.

After Yue Ling sang a song, she stepped down from the stage to talk to the guests with a bright smile, just like the top Jiangnan Huadan back then.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help but smile.

Yue Ling's popularity is very good, and it is obvious that she is not needed to complain about injustices!

"There is a play on the stage, and a play off the stage. Now I finally understand why my master and the others always liked to go to restaurants and tea houses to eat and drink tea. No matter how good the tea and snacks at home are, and how clean and delicious the food is, they still love it. go out."

Chi Ze sighed with a smile, toasted Yue Ling a glass of wine from afar.

There was a faint sound of shouting outside the window.

All kinds of guests in the restaurant have different expressions.

"Yue Nvxia, Yuncheng is very interesting."

Chi Ze suddenly smiled.

"I once told you that with your talent, if you don't care about those mundane trivial matters and just focus on practicing kung fu, you will be able to break into delusion in three years. This is not so reasonable."