Let Go Of That Primordial Man

In the blink of an eye, the teahouse of the Zixiao Sect has reopened for business.

Moreover, it has been half a month since it opened again.

The reopened teahouse has not been affected in the slightest by the suspension of operations last time; on the contrary, business has been booming since the day it opened.

To say something that is not modest at all, this small valley of Zixiao Sect.

This teahouse of the Zixiao Sect has become the best place for gods and real people from many surrounding sects to relax on weekdays...

One to two, do you want it? After all the sixes are played, the two families come and pay for it in the spring. The god Zhang San shouted loudly.

At the same time, he threw a playing card carved from a piece of wood onto the ground.

The landlord Zhang San, who played a good hand of cards, had an indescribable high-spirited expression on his face; while the two farmers with grim faces were holding hands full of wooden poker cards, with expressions of extreme displeasure on their faces.

After that, with a heartbroken look on his face, he handed over the lost reward to Zhang San:

There were two small chrysanthemum cigarettes per person. Under normal circumstances, there was only one cigarette for winning or losing in each game; it could only be doubled after a spring or a bomb was played.

There is absolutely no problem with this calculation result.

It was only mid-morning at this time, and the warm sunshine was shining in the valley of Zixiao Pai.

The light shone on the bodies of the gods, including Zhang San and others, making them feel indescribably comfortable and comfortable.

Now, there is still quite a while before the teahouse opens for business today.

However, in order to occupy a good and good position in advance, do not spend any money, or spend as little as possible.

A large number of poor gods like Zhang San came to the valley early, waiting for the teahouse to open at noon.

The most important thing is to wait for the start of the Dou Po broadcast, which is said to have passed more than half of the plot.

As for the wooden playing cards in their hands, they were just a little show for the gods to kill time during the boring waiting process.

After the teahouse reopened, many new entertainment activities were launched.

Among them is the novel playing method called Landlord Fight using playing cards; in addition, there is also something called Mahjong.

Real people, as well as wealthy men of God, drank hot and fragrant tea while listening to the radio.

By the way, play a few rounds of Landlords, or play a few rounds of mahjong; such a beautiful day passed leisurely.

After going back in the evening, I used the spiritual power left by the tea in my body to practice a little bit.

The effect is often very good. Compared with the boring days before, this kind of life simply makes them feel happy to the core.

The only bad thing is that the daily cost is too high...

As a poor man, Zhang San would never be able to get the kind of thin and slippery playing cards found in teahouses.

But this doesn't stop him. He just needs to find some good wood and he can carve a pair of wooden playing cards with his own hands.

It’s amazing. Each playing card is a little heavier. After grabbing the cards, it’s a thick stack in your hand. However, just the advantage of not having to spend money is already the best choice for Zhang San and others. .

Godman Zhang San's luck today is very good.

When the teahouse officially opened at noon, the two gods who played cards with him gritted their teeth and bought a pack of cigarettes, intending to smoke them for ten days.

Now, everything has fallen into Zhang San's hands.

Zhang San lit up a small chrysanthemum cigarette that represented victory, and started smoking it beautifully.

While putting away the cards in his hand, he said: No fight, the broadcast will start in half an hour; if you want revenge, come back tomorrow morning.

After finishing speaking, Zhang San stood up and walked towards the stall area at the edge of the teahouse.

Because of his rare luck today, he decided to treat himself well; he went to the takeaway stall run by the teahouse and bought a bowl of noodles to eat.

correct! There is also meat and eggs added to the noodles. Uncle Zhang San wants to be extravagant today.

Of course, before leaving, Zhang San definitely did not forget to pick up the futon that he was sitting on with his butt lowered, and carried it away with one arm.

Who knows if some shameless man of God might take the opportunity to steal it away without paying attention.

You must know that in the past few days, more and more gods from farther away, after hearing the reputation of the teahouse, flew thousands of miles away to have a look.

The problem is that these gods, like Zhang San, are poor people with little wealth.

Even if there are enough seats in the tall pavilion, they cannot afford it now.

Even the large sheds built by the Zixiao sect not far from the pavilion had simple benches in them; after all, it was considered that after the teahouse opened, there were second-class seats.

However, even the relatively cheap tickets at the greenhouse still made them reluctant to part with them.

And these new poor gods will just stand far away in the open space outside the teahouse like Zhang San and others, listening to the radio in vain.

It was also because of the arrival of these people that two futons were stolen from Zhang San in just a few days...

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A variety of food was sold on the long stalls.

Even though they were far away, Zhang San seemed to be able to smell the wonderful smell coming from it.

In front of the stall, there were already dozens of gods forming a long queue; the posture was as if these extremely expensive food were sold for free.

Obediently standing at the end of the queue, Zhang San looked behind the stall with a somewhat complicated expression.

There, there were two handymen wearing the same fancy short clothes as the Nether Boss, who were responsible for selling the prepared food to everyone.

However, the focus of Zhang San’s complex vision at this time was a security guard beside the stall...

It was a middle-aged man with a big body and a round waist. He was also wearing a colorful short suit, but there was an extra thing on the short suit, called a woolen coat.

The straight woolen coat, which was unruly slapped on the shoulders, looked indescribably powerful and domineering to the security guard.

In addition, there is a pair of big toad sunglasses on his face that can cover half of his face, and a pair of shiny big-toed boots on his feet.

Zhang San really felt that this style was even more majestic than those real people.

As for whether it would be a little too hot to wear such clothes in this kind of weather, Zhang San felt that was not the point at all.

Hey~ After letting out a long sigh, Zhang San's heart was filled with resentment.

You must know that at the beginning, he also applied for a security guard job, but in the end he did not meet the so-called standards because of his height.

In the process of one round, he was directly eliminated; I have to say, this is a sad story...

After waiting for a while, it was finally Zhang San's turn.

This guy was extremely skillful in buying a bowl of luxurious noodles with meat and eggs; and at his strong request, he asked the handyman to add two spoons of chili oil to the noodles.

joke! If you add more or less chili oil, you don't have to spend more money; why not add more and take advantage of the teahouse.

Although it tastes a little spicy in your mouth, after the burning sensation, your whole body feels extremely comfortable!

The impoverished god Zhang San just took a bite of noodles and immediately fell into a sluggish state; it was not because the noodles in his hand were not as delicious as the two times he had occasionally eaten them before.

But Zhang San saw a shop waiter, who was a little cultivator widow, walking by not far away.

That weird uniform called a cheongsam outlines the little widow's figure in a very moving way; especially when viewed from the back, the fatal twisting posture makes Zhang San drool.

Faintly, Zhang San felt that an impulse that had been sleeping for a long time was gradually awakening in his body.

And his whole body was ready to move.

Unfortunately, he soon saw a scene that made him extremely angry.

After the seductive little widow met a bald old guy from the Zixiao sect, the two started teasing each other.

Seeing the little widow trembling with laughter under the teasing of the bald old man, Zhang San angrily stuffed a big mouthful of noodles into his mouth.

He cursed bitterly in his heart: Beast~ so spicy...