I am immortal in the immortal world

Chapter 216 It's time to celebrate
The old man has not seen for a long time, and he is still a young man when he returns.

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

"Then you can be a waiter!"

"Hey, thank you shopkeeper for taking me in."

Bai Shiyu bit the bullet and agreed, always feeling that he was completely seen by others, rubbing his hands and stamping his feet with guilt.

Yang Li's eyes were wide open, and he looked at Bai Shiyu with a hint of hatred, as if he owed a lot of money.

Bai Shiyu avoided Zhou Yi's strange gaze, and said, "You little baby, is it wrong for me to help you with the work?"

"Obviously I came first!"

Yang Li's voice sounded a little crying, just now he heard that he could come to the tavern every day, he was so excited that he almost cheered, besides the newspaper boy, he has another stable job, and he can sell peanuts to subsidize his family in the future.

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

In order to eat, the helpless farmers had to go to the workshops in the city to work, otherwise they would not only starve to death and freeze to death, but also violated the laws of the court.

For the sake of local stability and sufficient labor force in the workshop, the imperial court stipulated that the refugees were guilty from the legal level. If they did not have a stable job for a month, they would be arrested by the guards and sent 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 very precious!

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

"Really?"

Yang Li was pleasantly surprised, and patted his chest to promise: "I will definitely clean it up. A few years ago, I wiped the machines in Wang's Cloth Shop. I worked diligently and wiped them clean."

Bai Shiyu smiled and said, "The taste of roasted peanuts is mediocre. I'll teach you how to make fennel beans secretly."

"Thank you, Big Brother Bai!"

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

Bai Shiyu rubbed his hands together, and asked for something to say: "Shopkeeper, I will be your waiter 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 wages, we will start with two taels per month. If you do a good job, your wages will increase, and there will be bonuses at the end of the year."

Since Bai Shiyu came to the house pretending to be a poor man, Zhou Yi didn't intentionally break the disguise, but instead planned to force him to work.

Bai Shiyu had done his homework before coming here, imitating the tone of the waiter in the shop and said: "Don't worry, the shopkeeper, we will definitely satisfy the customer officer, so I'll 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 leaves.

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

"Shopkeeper, Brother Bai, see you tomorrow."

After Yang Li finished his work, he waved goodbye cheerfully, full of vigor as if he didn't have any hardships.

Perhaps hundreds of years later, Yang Li will become the background board of history, used to prove that the workshop desperately squeezed the people, and of course it is true.But the current Yang Li doesn't have this kind of awareness, he just endures the oppression and is excited to earn a few more coins every day!
Bai Shiyu packed the tables, chairs, doors and windows, and said, "Boss, I've been tired all day, so I'm going to sleep first."

Martial arts practiced to the deepest level, the mere waiter would not be tired, but he always felt that shopkeeper Sun was looking at him quietly, his hips trembled, and his back felt cold.

Zhou Yi closed the story book and said with a smile: "Today is a good day, how about going to Goulan to listen to music together?"

Bai Shiyu asked suspiciously, "What day is today?"

"20th birthday."

Zhou Yi happens to be [-] years old this year, and reunited with an old friend, so it's time to celebrate.

Bai Shiyu's face turned reddish: "I've never been to Goulan..."

Zhou Yi asked casually: "Oiran of the Full Moon Pavilion, how is Miss Qingqing?"

"Too thin, no match for Miaoyu from Chunfeng Building... cough cough."

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

Zhou Yi didn't expose it, and said with a smile.

"Then go take a look and verify the authenticity of the rumors!"

About half an hour.

Spring House.

Standing at the door, Zhou Yi was amazed that such a big change had happened after only 200 years of absence.

The girls wore strange-looking costumes with novel shapes, such as silk, leather, cat ears, and fox tails. They posed for passers-by, which was incompatible with the gowns and coats on the street.

"This is really..."

Zhou Yi never expected that such a chaotic and mixed scene would appear just by gently pushing the wheel of history.

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

"Scholar's extravagance has increased, and ordinary people really can't compare it!"

During Zhou Yi's departure for a year, he heard many rumors in the tavern.

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

The classics of the sages who are regarded as the standard cannot find the answer. These people can only change and explore on their own in confusion, and radicals are indispensable among them, and some ideas are even more intense than the new family.

Easy hair and easy clothing is just one of them.

Some scholars burn books in the street after despair, with their hair disheveled, vowing to become new sages!
"Not to mention other things, this new style of clothes is very annoying."

Zhou Yi raised his foot to enter the door. Since he arrived late, the boxes on the second floor were full, so he could only spread out tables in the lobby.

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

Zhou Yi glanced over the inscription, and found that there were many people he knew, and even old friends who had a good conversation back then.

After all, the hundreds of years old customers of Chunfeng Building cannot continue to celebrate when they come, and Jindan Zhenjun can't bear it either, so they exchange their experiences when they meet interesting people.

"These guys are all libertines. With a few pens and ink paintings, they are qualified to hang on the wall!"

Celebrity calligraphy and painting show that Chunfeng Building has been passed down for thousands of years and has a profound heritage. The old rich people like this set the most, so that in the interlacing of old and new eras, instead of being surpassed by their peers, it has become new through time.

Bai Shiyu was still coy at first, but after three cups and two cups, he showed his original shape, and he was very familiar with helping the girl feel the bones.

Zhou Yi called the old bustard, gave some exchange tickets, and ordered the stage to change a tune.

The qin and se are harmonious and the music is melodious.

Zhou Yi suddenly asked: "Xiaobai, how do you like listening to this song?"

"The body is too poorly maintained, the voice is too kitsch, and I can barely listen to it, but the song 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 Zhao's company spent money to promote new fabrics, which is not worthy of the name."

"Yes, Not Bad."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, relaxed a little, and changed the subject without a trace.

At that time, Lao Bai liked this song the most, and he would click it every time he listened to it, saying that he would never forget it even after thousands of reincarnations.

"From this point of view, they are probably similar flowers. The theory of reincarnation is still false. This is not bad. It is not very risky to meet the old man, otherwise the poor should consider running away..."

　My headache is exploding, I owe an update.

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

　
(End of this chapter)