Chapter 2825 Seeing Guests Off During the Day

Master Cen repeatedly urged Xu Yi to become an official and gain fame, and guaranteed that with Xu Yi's talent, he would definitely be able to get into the high school gold medal list, and he would be a prime minister in the future, which would be easy.

However, Xu Yi always used the excuse of focusing on mountains and rivers, which made Master Cen extremely regretful.

There were two bang bangs, and a voice came from the deck, "Master, Mr. Xu, the Huaiyang ferry has arrived."

Thirty-six miles west of Huaiyang Ferry is Tokyo City.

Xu Yi stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Walking all the way, disturbing me for a long time, talking freely with Brother Cen, it was like being swept by the spring breeze, and I didn't know the dawn was coming."

Master Cen also clasped his fists and replied, "If it weren't for the heavy burden of trivial matters in the clan, I would really like to chat with Brother Xu for another three days and three nights. That's fine. Brother Xu already has Cen's address. When Brother Xu settles down in Tokyo, I'd like to invite Qian. Write to me."

Xu Yi agreed, and Master Cen sent him to the deck. The cold raindrops intertwined under the dim lights and sprinkled on the vast land. They hit people's faces head-on. They didn't feel wet and cold, but made people feel refreshed. Vibrate.

Although dawn is approaching, the sky is still dark. The vast river in front of us and the majestic Chu Mountain appear even more lonely under the vast darkness of night.

Not long after, the awning boat had docked. Xu Yi jumped onto the shore, cupped his fists and saluted Mr. Cen, and turned away.

After walking for more than ten steps, he heard Master Cen singing a farewell song. The deep affection made Xu Yi feel deeply moved. With a thought in his mind, he chanted as he walked, "The cold rain comes over the river at night and I see off my guest Chu Shangu in the morning." Old friends in Yongyang are like remembering each other, with a heart of ice in a jade pot."

Master Cen was stunned. He stood in the cold drizzle and recited this poem more than ten times in succession, until Xu Yi's figure completely disappeared into the vast night.

Xu Yi's steps were neither fast nor slow. The cold rain poured down the body that had gathered all the magic power, making him shiver. However, there was a warm fire burning deep in his heart.

He suddenly thought of Qiu Wa, A Li, Xia Zimo, Xue Zihan, Xuan Xuan, Yu Yinqiu, the warmest passers-by in his life.

"A hundred years of practicing Taoism is just a dream, so melancholy is just pure madness."

Xu Yi roared and strode forward. The towering gate of Tokyo City was already in sight in the distance.

The fifth watch has not yet ended, the city gates are still closed, the cold rain is continuous, and it is freezing. If it were in the past, Xu Yi would have jumped across in one leap. Since he planned to use his mortal body to experience his state of mind, he would huddle under the roots of the city wall. , and found a shabby low shed to take shelter from the rain.

It was not long before the city gate was opened. At the edge of the city gate, carts were driving, preparing to enter the city. People selling rice and vegetables, doing breakfast business, selling firewood, transporting wine and oil, carrying game and river fresh food, all kinds of people. Gathered together in one place, with bright lights, there is a lively atmosphere of its own.

Xu Yi was hungry and thirsty. Along the way, he copied copywriting for others and earned a few pieces of silver. All of it was spent early. Mr. Cen once offered a large sum of money to him, but he declined. Now he only has thirteen copper coins left in his waist. I walked up to the old man with a flat nose selling scones, made some calculations, and bought three scones for three copper coins.

The pancakes taken out of the flaming hearth exuded an astonishing aroma of wheat. Xu Yi was a foodie, but he had never thought that this crudest food could emit such an original and alluring aroma.

Holding three hot pancakes, he felt like he was holding three suns. Heat filled his whole body. Taking a bite, the chewy pancakes quickly warmed his mouth, making his body finally feel less cold.

"Here, my husband, I'll make the newly cooked spicy soup for free."

The old man opened the lid of the big clay pot that was sitting on the small stove next to the oven, and used the earthen bowl with a wide mouth and a shallow belly to scoop out a big bowl for Xu Yi.

Xu Yi waved his hand, "I can't do it, I can't do it. I only have ten copper coins left, and I still have to think about chewing wraps all day long."

The old man grinned and said, "No money, my husband is the seed for reading. A hero is in trouble. The little old man is not blind. My husband is not a mortal."

Xu Yi clasped his fists in thanks, took the earthen bowl, and sipped it in small sips. As soon as the hot spicy soup entered his stomach, the coldness all over his body was swept away.

Three pieces of scones and a bowl of spicy soup completely repaid him.

After waiting for another half an hour, when the morning light started to fade, there was a muffled sound, and the city gate finally opened. At this time, the rain also stopped, and there was a rumble, like a muffled thunder in front of the city gate, but it was the transport army that had been waiting for a long time. , all marched towards the city.

Thinking about the bowl of spicy soup made by the old man with a flat nose, Xu Yi asked several times to help the old man push it, but the old man refused. He had to stand aside and help the old man hold the bowl of spicy soup that seemed to fall down at any time. Soup clay pot.

After sending the old man to the field and helping him set up the simple stall, Xu Yi cupped his fists and saluted before leaving.

After wandering around Tokyo for a few days, he became more and more miserable. He only had four copper coins out of ten. If he continued to wander around, he would starve.

Speaking of which, it was not because he was not diligent. He tried his best to find a copying and writing job, but there were industry monopolies everywhere. He even changed three places to set up stalls, but they were all smashed by local snakes. Even if you want to pay protection fees.

As for other livelihoods, such as carrying big bags on the dock, he really couldn't shame it.

Finally, on this day, he exchanged the last copper plate for two steamed buns. As if enjoying the most beautiful treasure in the world, he pinched the steamed buns into thin threads and waited for the threads to melt in his mouth each time before he was willing to feed them. Take the next bite.

By the next morning, he had not eaten for three meals, and the hunger in his belly easily destroyed his last dignity.

When the sun shone on the bank of the Sanggan River, he got the first stick. On that day, he got seven sticks, but the tyrannical bald foreman forcibly took away three of them. The remaining sticks were exchanged for him for two. Ten copper plates.

Xu Yi immediately dragged his exhausted body to Cao Laosan's bun shop on the east side of the pier. Driven by a strong desire, he exchanged twenty copper coins for seven thin-skinned and large-stuffed meat buns.

The moment the first sip of hot red oil flowed into his throat, Xu Yi discovered that becoming an immortal or a Buddha was nothing more than this.

The seven meat buns were not more than five breaths old, so they were all sent to the Five Zang Temple by Xu Yi. He was so distressed that he was about to cry, and regretted that he had not savored this most beautiful taste in the world.

Seven meat buns did not extinguish the hunger in his belly, but made him even hungrier. He had no choice but to run to the river, drink a lot of river water, and then returned to his temporary residence at the base of the south wall.

Xu Yi quickly fell asleep, taking advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun that had not yet set down the mountain and wrapping his body in layers of straw.

Since he began to practice Taoism, he rarely dreamed. Now, he started to dream again. In the dream, there were no delicate beauties, only the big, bleached and oily meat buns. He threw himself into the pile of buns, laughing wildly with satisfaction.