I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

The old man has not seen each other for a long time, and he is still young when he returns.

Zhou Yi pointed and calculated that Lao Bai had been dead for 1,630 years, and even the grave had moved away from the capital.

"Then you can be a runner!"

"Hey, thank the shopkeeper for taking it in."

Bai Shiyu dared to agree, always feeling that he was being seen by others, and rubbing his hands and stomping his feet feeling guilty.

Yang Li's eyes widened, looking at Bai Shiyu with a faint hatred in his eyes, as if he owed a lot of money.

Bai Shiyu avoided Zhou Yi's strange gaze and said, "You little baby, is there something wrong with me working for you?"

"Obviously I came first!"

Yang Li spoke with a bit of a cry. He just heard that he could come to the tavern every day, and he was almost cheering with excitement. Besides the newsboy, he had a stable job, and he could sell peanuts to support his family in the future.

With the promotion of new looms, the demand for cotton, linen and wool is increasing, which inevitably makes countless people lose their land.

In order to eat, the helpless peasants had to work in the workshops in the city, otherwise they would not only starve to death, but also violate the laws of the imperial court.

For the sake of local stability and sufficient labor in the workshop, the court stipulated that refugees were guilty from the legal level. If they did not have a stable job for a month, they would be arrested by the officers to go to the mine to dig coal.

The low income of the workshop and the extremely high unemployment rate make every job that can steadily earn copper coins precious!

Bai Shiyu was stunned, with sympathy and apology in his eyes, and said, "Don't worry, I'm a runaway, not a handyman. You have to clean up those peanut shells yourself."

"real?"

Yang Li exclaimed in surprise, patted his chest and assured: "I will clean it up. A few years ago, I cleaned the machine at Wang's Cloth Line, and I worked diligently to wipe it clean."

Bai Shiyu smiled and said, "This roasted peanuts taste just average. I'll teach you how to make secret fennel beans."

"Thank you, Big Brother Bai!"

Yang Li kept bowing to thank him, and when he heard someone was buying peanuts, he hurried over with a big pot.

Bai Shiyu rubbed his hands and said, "Shopkeeper, I'll be with you from now on, I don't know how to calculate the accommodation and wages?"

"There are several rooms in the backyard, except for the master bedroom, you can choose."

Zhou Yi said: "As for the salary, we will raise the salary according to the monthly rate of two or two. If you do a good job, you will get a bonus at the end of the year."

Since Bai Shiyu pretended to be poor to come to the door, Zhou Yi did not deliberately break the disguise, but planned to make him work hard.

Bai Shiyu did his homework before he came, and said in the tone of the shop assistant: "Don't worry, the shopkeeper, we must satisfy the guest officer, so I will go to work now?"

Zhou Yi nodded slightly and said again.

"Go and change into clean clothes first!"

...

at night.

The last wave of guests left.

Yang Li cleaned up the trash, Bai Shiyu arranged the tables and chairs, and Zhou Yi leisurely read the script.

"Treasurer, Big Brother Bai, see you tomorrow."

After Yang Li finished his work, he waved goodbye cheerfully, full of vigor, as if there was no hardship.

Perhaps in a few hundred years, Yang Li will become the background board of history, used to prove that the workshop is desperately oppressing the people, of course it is. But now Yang Li doesn't have this kind of awareness, he can only endure in the face of oppression, and is excited to earn a few more coins every day!

Bai Shiyu packed up the tables, chairs, doors and windows, and said, "The shopkeeper, I've been tired all day, so I'll go to bed first."

Martial arts practice is profound, and he will not be tired from running the hall, but he always feels that Shopkeeper Sun is quietly looking at himself, two trembling, and his back is cold.

Zhou Yi closed the script and said with a smile, "Today is a good day, why don't we go to Goulan and listen to the music together?"

Bai Shiyu wondered, "What day is it today?"

"Twenty birthday."

Zhou Yi just turned 1,700 years old this year, and he reunited with his old friends. It was time to celebrate.

Bai Shiyu's face was reddish: "I have never been to Goulan..."

Zhou Yi asked casually, "How about the oiran of the Full Moon Pavilion, how about Miss Qingqing?"

"Too thin, not as good as Miaoyu of Chunfenglou...cough."

Bai Shiyu coughed a few times to hide his embarrassment, and quickly explained: "It's all rumors, hearsay!"

Zhou Yi did not reveal it, and said with a smile.

"Then let's have a look and verify the authenticity of the rumors!"

About half an hour.

Spring House.

Zhou Yi stood at the door and was amazed that such a big change had occurred after only two hundred years.

The girls wore weird-looking costumes with novel shapes, silk, leather, cat ears, and fox tails.

"This is really..."

Zhou Yi never thought that he just pushed the wheel of history gently, and such a chaotic and mixed scene appeared.

Bai Shiyu said: "I heard that these clothes are from the hands of literati. Every time a few days pass, there will be a new style of clothes to be compared in Chunfenglou. That's the real one... tsk tsk!"

"Readers have become more thoughtful, and ordinary people can't compare!"

Zhou Yi was out of the country for a year, and heard a lot of rumors in the tavern.

The changes of the times are rolling in, and the old scholars who still adhere to the Four Books and Five Classics clearly feel that what they have learned is useless and is being abandoned by the times.

There is no answer to the classics of the sages who are regarded as the standard. These people can only change and explore on their own in confusion. Among them, radicals are indispensable, and some ideas are even more fierce than the new family.

Yifa Yifu is just one of them.

Some scholars burn books in the streets after despair, their hair is disheveled, and they vow to become new saints!

"Not to mention other things, this new style of clothes is very disturbing."

Zhou Yi lifted his foot and entered the door. Since he arrived late, the second floor box was full, so he could only spread out the tables in the hall.

The interior decoration of Chunfeng Building has not changed much. If you look at the details carefully, in order to deliberately highlight the ancient meaning and inheritance, there are famous people who have come in history.

Zhou Yi glanced over the signature, and found that he knew a lot, even old friends who had a good conversation back then.

After all, Chunfenglou has been a hundred-year-old guest, and he can't continue to celebrate when he comes, and Jindan Zhenjun can't bear it.

"These guys are all prostitutes, and they are qualified to hang on the wall with a few strokes of writing and ink!"

Celebrity calligraphy and paintings show that Chunfenglou has been inherited for thousands of years and has a profound heritage. The old and wealthy people eat this set the most, so that in the interlacing of old and new eras, not only did they not surpass their peers, but they lasted for a long time.

Bai Shiyu was still twitching at the beginning, and after drinking three cups and two cups, he showed the original shape, and he was very familiar with helping the girl feel her bones.

Zhou Yi called the prostitute, gave a few tickets, and instructed the stage to change the song.

The zither and the melody are melodious.

Zhou Yi suddenly asked, "Xiao Bai, how do you listen to this song?"

"The posture is too bad, the voice is too kitsch, I can barely hear it, but the music is a bit old."

Bai Shiyu's comments were very professional, and he was obviously a frequent visitor to Goulan: "This year's oiran is a bit bad. I heard that the Zhao family threw money out of it and used it to promote new fabrics, which is not worthy of the name."

"Yes, Not Bad."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly ~www.readwn.com~ and relaxed a little, and changed the subject without a trace.

Back then, Lao Bai liked this song the most, and every time he listened to the song, he would definitely order it, saying that he would never forget it after thousands of reincarnations.

"It seems that they are mostly similar flowers, and the theory of reincarnation is still false. This is not bad. It is not too risky to meet an old friend. Otherwise, the poor road should consider running away..."

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The headache exploded, and I owe one more update.

Go to bed first, adjust your schedule, ask for leave tomorrow and not go to work, and make up for today's.

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