Tomorrow's Ark, raised by children

Zhang Yubai didn't believe in Long Shuwen, but he believed in Nian.

"drive!"

With the sound of hoofbeats, the two of them gradually drifted away on the mountain road...

The mountains are high and the roads are far away, and they don't know how long it will take them.

Or maybe you don't need to go.

A shaky figure appeared under the sun, with blue hair and dragon horns, carrying a flagon.

She smiled.

"I'll send you two."

The mountains are high and the roads are far away, but they are only one ten-thousandth of the great flames.

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are green grass and sky.

The warm wind blows the willows, the sound of the flute remains, the scorching sun, the mountains beyond the mountains.

I don't know who is singing the farewell song, the voice is melodious...

But it is said that the rolling river, the majestic peaks, the road is continuous, and the water flows even more.

The mountains and rivers are long and the sky is the same color, but looking back——

The glory is in full swing.

(End of this volume)

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How do you feel about this volume as a whole?

If you are self-critical... I don't know if I should say it or not.But in general, I think the rhythm and plot control are still not in place.

I have paid attention to the changes in the attitude of the year...

Unlike this volume, there will be no evening at the beginning of the next volume.

It will start out as an almost original story.

Well, the first volume is also right.

But I'll bring out some old woman ()

Gotta add some color to the early part of Volume [-], no?

timeline...

There are still many years before the plot characters appear...

Volume Two: Different Routes to the Same Goal: Chapter 52 Chapter 51: It's Zhang Yubai!

"Everyone, this is the story that happened in Shangshu ten years ago! Next, let me tell you about the story of the Jiangnan area..."

This is a teahouse, and the furnishings exude an old atmosphere. Although the tables and chairs are new, they are still so simple.This kind of temperament bursts out from the bone marrow of this teahouse itself.

It has been in operation for several years.

The teahouse is very spacious, and such a large teahouse is rare even in the Jiangyuan area where tea tasting has always been suppressed.

Tea is sold here, as well as simple snacks and rice dishes.People who play birds will come here to have a rest, drink tea, and let the birds perform and sing after they have had enough thrushes and yellow birds every day.Those who discuss matters and those who talk about matchmaking also come here.In these years, there are often gang fights, but there will always be friends to mediate between the two sides; thirty or fifty thugs, after the mediator talks about things, drink tea and eat a bowl of rotten meat noodles, they can turn the fight into friendship.

In short, this is a very important place of the day, and you can come and sit if you have anything to do.

After all, the price is not expensive, even cheap.

Storytellers also like to come here.

Here, people can hear anecdotes and strange things about Dayan, there are folk strange people, such as what kind of brush Li, clay figurine Zhang, etc., and some ridiculous news, such as how a big spider somewhere became a spirit and was struck by lightning , or a scholar from a certain family eloped with a fox demon... Naturally, there are also those heroic stories, myths and legends.

Standing on the stage, speaking in a rhythmic tone.

The audience in the audience listened attentively,

The storyteller was dressed in blue and white cloth and wrapped in a scarf.

It is now autumn and the weather is turning cold.

But... it's still too early to wear a scarf.

Maybe the storyteller has some physical problems.

"well said!"

There was a burst of crisp applause.

It was a handsome young man, relatively delicate, and his appearance was not very attractive, but generally speaking, he was passable, with a bit of chic and gentle temperament.

He has clean, broken hair and a pair of black horns on his head that seem to be the symbol of the Elafia tribe.A black suit, which looks like armor but has a fabric texture, covers the entire upper body, while the lower body is covered by a slightly aqua blue dress, only revealing the ankles and the pair of black boots.

He also wore a black cloak fastened with gold buttons.

He was the one who applauded.

He walked towards the storyteller with a smile on his face, put away the folding fan with tassels in his hand while walking, and then stretched out his hand to take it out, and it turned out to be a silver ingot.

"Young master is generous, I admire you very much!"

Seeing this, the storyteller hurriedly cupped his hands in salute, and Li Boli's feathers shook.

"You're welcome. What you said is so ingenious, sir, why don't you give me some rewards?" The young man laughed loudly, "I just want to inquire about one thing."

"My lord, you're being polite—what kind of things do you need to ask me, my lord? Can't you listen to me?"

Logically speaking, the storyteller will not stop when he is telling the story.

But at this moment, the storyteller has finished speaking, so he can take a rest.In addition, the reward given by the young man was really too much, so the storyteller answered his words politely.

No one would say that he has no strength of character.

What a joke, in the face of money, no matter how good a literati is, they don't want strength of character.

Of course, not all...

"I don't know how Hui Qishan will go."

"Huiqi Mountain? Ha, that's just outside our Gouwu City."

Gouwu City is a city located in the hinterland of Yan Kingdom, with mountains and rivers. At the end of autumn, when the bright wind blows, the leaves are all over the sky, and the perch by the river is plump.Legend has it that a fairy once praised: "At the end of autumn, the perch scales are extremely plump, supplemented by green mountains and green waters, it is wonderful in the world."

The storyteller said with a smile, "Looking at it this way, young master, you are an outsider, right? Maybe you are a big man on errands."

"Hey! Mister has a good look." The young man clasped his fists and cupped his hands, "To be honest, I am an official from the Ministry of Rites. This time, I am here to visit Huiqi Mountain-ha, the people above me don't do anything, and let me and other little people If you go out to run errands, you will be given a lot of money."

"If the adults of the imperial court have something to do, then we plain-headed common people must be willing to help." The storyteller laughed loudly, "Go out of Gouwu City, and you can get there by walking so many miles."

"Then what if I want to hire a guide?" The young man winked, "It is said that there is a person named Yang Ming in this teahouse, who is good at storytelling, educated, and knows a lot of contacts... no Do you know any of these friends here who can help me? Hey, to be honest, there will be dangers in this trip. It is not convenient to disclose the specific dangers, but... I really need a good hand to help me."

"Then this money counts as my introduction fee?" The storyteller raised his eyebrows.

He, Yang Ming, is a scholar in the rivers and lakes of Wuwu City.

He doesn't have much skill, he has no skills, he just walks the rivers and lakes with a mouth that can speak well.Although there are not many friends who can be mobilized when really needed, but...it is also feasible to introduce people on weekdays.In addition, he is unassuming, can talk, and doesn't offend anyone, so he has been living in peace all along.

In the past, there were also people who came to him, including those from other places.Whether it's people from the rivers and lakes or the imperial court, he is used to it.

"Small ones are fine!"

That's a big ass kid.

"How old are you?"

The young man looked at the child who stood up.

"I'm 19 years old."

The young man is about 1.7 meters tall, but this person who claims to be 19 years old only reaches his waist, and has a young and lovely face.

"This is called 19 years old?"

All the audience laughed.

"I don't believe it myself." The childish dwarf said aggrievedly, "After being born in the womb for a year, I was only this size. The neighbors and folks said that my mother gave birth to a Hercules from the sky, but they didn't expect to be born in the womb. I won't grow any longer after that..."

"It's really unexpected." The young man shook his head with a smile, "Are you willing to be my guide? This trip will be dangerous."

"Isn't it just a bit of a bandit?" The childish dwarf patted his chest, "To be honest, I have no other skills when I'm young, but I'm familiar with the gang of bandits on the mountain! If you go over and get caught, just report If you put my name on it, you will save your life."

"Okay, okay, okay." The young man praised repeatedly, "Then it's settled like this? This trip is really easy."

"It's mainly because of Mr. Yang's face," the dwarf said in the direction of the storyteller, "Of course, you still have to pay, my lord, even if you are a court figure..."

"Naturally. Let's sign the contract." The young man chuckled, and then took out a piece of yellowed paper from nowhere.

"This is for the Escort Bureau."

"Same."

The young man said, "If you really have any problems, you can report it to the local county magistrate, and he will make the decision for you. Isn't the magistrate of your Gouwu City known as Qingtian?"

"So it is."

The dwarf really has never seen a court figure who used the paper of the escort agency and the contract of the escort agency as a contract.

But as long as it is a contract...the county magistrate can manage it.

The county magistrate of Gouwu City is a good official who only cares about fairness, especially the contract.

If someone violates the contract and refuses to pay compensation, he will be punished heavily.

When the sons of officials higher than him came here and committed crimes, he was punished severely. It can be said that there is no distinction between high and low in his eyes.It is said that he will be promoted recently.

The young man signed his name on the paper in a hurry.

From chatting up to finding someone, it took only a short while.

Very smooth.

Seeing that things are almost done, the storyteller also plans to start talking about his own book again.

He doesn't tell stories for making money, it's purely a hobby.

Over time, it became his trademark.

But only a strange cry was heard, and the dwarf crawled out of the teahouse in a frenzy.

Just when everyone was wondering, they only heard a shout——

"It's Zhang Yubai!!!"

There was a burst of clattering, and in a short time, the people in the teahouse dispersed.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yubai, who was only 23 years old, sighed helplessly.

"I can't live through this day..."

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New beginning!

Don't worry, this is a chapter similar to the prologue... Anyway, it's free. For now, don't worry.

Volume Two: Different Routes to the Same Goal: Chapter 53 Chapter 52: The Curtain

"How many times have I told you, don't be reckless, don't be reckless! Why can't you listen to it... You know the rumors about yourself, but you still keep blatantly..."

The streets of Gouwu City are full of smoke and fire, there are snacks, fabrics, and vegetables everywhere, and all kinds of shops are full of the whole alley.

Wandering peddlers were shouting promotional words about the candied haws they sold, and a blind fortune-teller wearing sunglasses was sitting in a corner with a banner and pretending to be a ghost.

Pedestrians come and go, men, women, young and old, from the old to the young, the laughter is mixed with the sound of bargaining full of the atmosphere of the market.

It is so prosperous that it is astonishing.

The setting sun was shining brightly, it was afternoon.

"Senior! Are you listening to me carefully?"

The young man walking beside Zhang Yubai yelled softly.

He appeared to be a Phaedia, with black hair, dark blue pupils, a pair of short horns curving back, and a tail with lovely scales behind him.