Chapter 252 Please take a seat and serve tea

Somehow, Yan Zixiu thought of the story of Tang Bohu lighting autumn fragrance.

"Thanks for the advice, Brother Jiang. I wonder what the specific situation is like for those who enter the Jia family?"

"There are two types of servants: one is sold as a slave, and the other is a servant who has special skills and can be hired as a nurse, teacher, etc. What are you good at, brother?"

Yan Zixiu had already chosen a specialty that would be acceptable to mortals: "I am not very talented, but I have some knowledge of medicine and some knowledge of playing the piano."

"Oh?" Mr. Huang and Jiang Dawei's interest was aroused, "I wonder if I can show off my skills. If your art is amazing, we can work together to recommend it."

Yan Zixiu was a little hesitant: "I wonder if it will affect other guests' dining?"

The innkeeper on the side quickly said: "It's okay, we are all regular customers here, and everyone respects Mr. Huang and Brother Jiang."

"Okay, then I'll show my shame." Yan Zixiu took the long cloth bag and took out a six-stringed qin, which is also a guitar.

The reason why he uses the guitar is based on his current status. He is now a wandering literary young man, and playing the piano and performing arts are his means of livelihood. The guitar is more popular with the general public.

There were two thickly dressed servants guarding the door: "Master Jiang, you are back."

The charming, crystal clear melody flowed down Yan Zixiu's fingers. A beautiful feeling came out from the hearts of the listeners. They seemed to see dear people and close friends sitting in the beautiful night.

Talk and communicate together freely. It is beauty, love, hope, flowers, moonlight and sunshine.

Then I heard Jiang Dawei advise: "Master, this man is a talented person with amazing skills. I guarantee that you will like him! Even ten servants can't stand up to him, and you will definitely not suffer a loss."

Walking through the streets, the three of them came to a large house.

"Okay, please come inside." The servant smiled. It seems that Jiang Dawei still has a certain status as a nursing home.

"What's the use of playing the piano? Medical knowledge? Then look at what's wrong with me?" Mr. Jia said arrogantly.

Yan Zixiu sighed inwardly, the gap between the rich and the poor was too big: "What's the name of your boss?"

"good."

This phenomenon is rare in the history of world music culture.

Jiang Dawei pushed his chin with his hand and closed his open mouth: "Don't worry, brother, I guarantee you will be hired by the Jia family. Let's go now."

"Oh?" Mr. Jia forced a smile, "You just said, what is your name?"

"This is Mr. Jia's home. One household occupies one-seventh of the town." Mr. Huang told Yan Zixiu quietly.

He sighed in his heart and thought about how to find an opportunity to help these poor people.

"What musical instrument is this?" Mr. Huang was very curious. He thought that he was a cultural person, and he knew everything about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he had never seen a guitar before.

"You two, please sit down first, I will report to the master."

Mr. Jia's eyes lit up: "Oh? Could it be that Mr. Yan is also a cultivator of immortality?"

Yan Zixiu looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, there were many places with collapsed walls and collapsed houses, which were desolate. And in the slums he passed on the road, some people were wearing thin clothes, some houses had open roofs, and all kinds of

The hardships are difficult to describe.

Yan Zixiu took off the guitar, placed it by the wall, and sat in the living room with Mr. Huang to wait.

This is obviously not going well.

Yan Zixiu bowed like a gourd.

Because truth, goodness, beauty, and wisdom are the natural pursuits of all life. Therefore, such a short and uncomplicated song has become more and more popular all over the world in the past half century.

The servant brings tea.

"My qualifications are too poor. I have five spiritual roots, which are recognized as waste spiritual roots in the world of immortality. So although I have been taught the immortal way by my master, I am currently between immortals and mortals. Hey, I don't know when or what month I will be able to practice Qi.

One floor." Yan Zixiu pretended to be sentimental.

"Call Mr. Jia."

Mr. Huang was cursing on the sidelines. It was not because of his poor memory, but because he clearly didn't pay attention to what others said, so he couldn't hear what others said.

Mr. Huang bowed his hand.

"It turns out to be Mr. Yan. Please take a seat. Come here, serve tea!"

The next step is to follow the young lady from the Jia family to Menglong Villa. Just saying that you understand medicine and can play the piano will not work.

Yan Zixiu tuned the strings and played a song called "Evening in the Suburbs of Moscow."

Mr. Huang looked embarrassed.

"This is called the six-stringed harp."

Mr. Jia asked again: "Mr. Yan just said what he is good at. I have a bad memory. Besides being good at medicine, what else does Mr. Yan know?"

After a long time, there was a burst of applause.

"Yes and no."

I saw a tall gate tower, red gates with golden nails, towering flagpoles on the left and right, two mighty and ferocious white jade lions sitting cross-legged on both sides, and the snow-white courtyard walls extending to both sides, with no edges visible at a glance. A row of white jade step stones leads directly in from the gate.

The style is very grand.

The wind and snow were very strong, and the snow was very deep, reaching up to the knees of the three of them.

"Evenings in the Suburbs of Moscow" came out in 1956. It was originally a love song, but in the process of being sung, it sublimated into a love for all beautiful things.

"I have some knowledge of medicine and some knowledge of playing the piano." Yan Zixiu said the same two words.

Mr. Jia, Mr. Huang and Jiang Dawei are all a little confused. What does it mean to be yes or no?

The servants looked at Yan Zixiu's old clothes and turned away, not even wanting to ask.

"I have been taught by my master, and I know a little bit about medicine, including the injuries and illnesses of immortal cultivators."

If the other party is an immortal master, then you must quickly apologize and admit your mistake, please take a seat and serve fragrant tea.

Because he knows medicine, he will be kept in Jia's house. And Mr. Jia doesn't understand the use of playing the piano for immortal cultivators.

Yan Zixiu's current identity was that of a wandering literary young man, so naturally he couldn't pretend to be generous, so he smiled and thanked him without rushing to pay the bill.

Yan Zixiu stood up and raised his hands in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "I'm Yan Ziling."

Jiang Huyuan led the two of them to a magnificent living room. Although the living room was large, it had a charcoal fire, which made it very warm.

Mr. Jia hummed indifferently and looked Yan Zixiu up and down: "You were introduced by Lao Jiang?"

After the song was played, everyone present was still immersed in the beautiful artistic conception.

It took Jiang Dawei only a quarter of an hour to leave.

Jiang Dawei said carelessly: "This is the newcomer recommended by Mr. Huang and I, Yan Ziling, brother Yan. We are going to meet Mr. Jia!"

You came here to beg me for a meal, and yet you are so arrogant! Mr. Jia was unhappy: "What do you know?"

After a while, footsteps sounded from behind the living room, and a breathless voice said: "Old Jiang, how much time do you have to take this job? Don't you know how many people need to eat one more bowl of rice?"

Yan Zixiu wanted to change his words. He judged that this person was pragmatic and extremely utilitarian. If he revealed his identity as the head of the Medicine Master Sect, it is estimated that Mr. Jia would kowtow immediately. Of course, there is no way and no need to reveal this identity right now.

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"Hey, isn't this Mr. Huang?"

"Man, let's settle the score!" Mr. Huang said generously.

Mr. Huang quickly stood up and saluted: "Mr. Jia."

Following the sound, a tall, thin man in his fifties flashed out from behind the screen, dressed luxuriously and wearing a mink cloak. Jiang Dawei followed behind.

Looking at this posture, if Yan Zixiu couldn't answer a word, he would drive people away.

Mr. Huang praised: "Brother Yan is amazing! Amazing! My ears are brightened."

Mr. Jia? Why doesn’t it sound like the same name? Yan Zixiu was surprised, but he didn’t ask any more questions.

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Jiang Dawei's face turned red, feeling that Mr. Jia really didn't give anyone any face.

Mr. Huang and Jiang Dawei took Yan Zixiu and left the restaurant to the Jia family compound.

Yan Zixiu knew that this man was used to being arrogant, so he did not care about him at this moment and said again: "I am Yan Ziling."

"Our town now has 40,000 to 50,000 people. It used to be more, around 100,000. You see, no one lives in many places." Jiang Dawei introduced as he walked.

The boss waved his hand and said: "I can hear such good music today, and my life has not been in vain. The meal money of the three of you is free!"

Of course, Yan Zixiu had already noticed what was wrong with him, and said calmly: "Jia Dongjia has some qi deficiency, and he often cannot inhale to the end."

Mr. Jia was relieved, at least Mr. Yan would not become a competitor for his children to cultivate immortality.

Mr. Huang Lao and Jiang Dawei were both sympathetic, but at the same time a little disappointed. They didn't know when Mr. Yan would reach a high level, reform the world of immortality, and save the people of the world.

"Here comes someone. Call the young master and the young lady." Mr. Jia thought for a moment and then said, "Miss, please stop calling. Just call the young master."

"Yes." The servant turned around and left.
Chapter completed!