Xie Laojiu laughed at himself and picked up the teacup in front of him, "Zizi!" He took two mouthfuls and smacked his lips, only to find that there was no water left in the tea leaves. Mao Jian, Mao Jian, you boy. Bring the tea! Mao Jian'er came over. He was a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old. He was shirtless and had two hairy legs. He had a big belly and looked malnourished. He carried a big white steel kettle in his hand. The kettle was big enough, but there was no water. Ninth Master, please forgive me. Holding up the empty pot, Mao Jian grinned, and the following words were saved. Drink Xie Laojiu opened his big eyes and shouted, "Is there no water?"? Teahouse does not sell tea, this is his mother's new thing, you boy have to tell me clearly, otherwise. "Or what?" Master Mai Qi sat up from the recliner and picked up the dirt. "You're over sixty years old. You're small. You're as thin as a roast chicken. What else can you do?"? Don't be so ***ing dissatisfied. Mai Qiye shook his already wet silk jacket, showing two rows of ribs. "Don't you look at it? Didn't you see such a big four words?" Xie Laojiu was able to see such a gesture by knocking on the edge of the dry tobacco pouch pole, wasn't it? There are four big characters clearly written in black and white on yellow paper. "The market is closed in the year of famine." "This.." This Xie's face was very strange. "I just put it on. Why didn't I see it earlier?" "It's already been posted." Mao Jianer smiled and said, "It's just that a few old guests have come,smartboards in classrooms, so I have to take care of them. Seventh Master, please forgive me. Five wells came out earlier, but now there's only one left, and the water is not enough." The big teapot clattered and clattered. The water clerk grinned and said, "The shopkeeper said that all the tea money for the three of you will be free. It's a gift from the small shop. The reception is not thorough." "What are you talking about? You shopkeeper Li are too polite. Go down!" Mai Qiye waved his hand, and Mao Jianer bowed down. The so-called "three",smart board touch screen, of course, there is one. Mai Qiye and Xie Laojiu couldn't help noticing that there were not only two people in the huge teahouse, but also one person besides Mai and Xie. This person could not be regarded as an outsider. They knew each other, Mr. Guan. People who knew him called him this way. Those whose surname was "Guan" only came down with the first group of people fleeing from famine. After they came, other people left, but he stayed alone. Young, decent, good at poetry and prose, I heard that he was still a master, everyone discussed that talent is hard to meet, here is the need for such a person, interactive digital whiteboard ,interactive panels for education, but he was left behind. Recently, the man surnamed Guan even set up a hall in the courtyard of Maijiacitang, and truly became a teacher to teach. Learned people are respected everywhere, and Mr. Guan has no choice but to stay here. With his white silk jacket on his arm and his right hand hanging, Mr. Guan was writing a book called "Karma Shu Sui Lu Ji", which was written in the style of small regular script and official script. Every stroke was unambiguous and very kungfu. This is a good deed promised to the monk of Chuyun Temple in Shitouling nearby. A volume of hand-copied Karma Shu Sui Lu Ji has not been completed for a full month. It happened that the owner of the teahouse, shopkeeper Li, was a layman who believed in Buddhism. He often went to the temple and naturally made friends with Mr. Guan. So when he was free, Mr. Guan also liked to go here. Mai Qiye walked to Mr. Guan's seat with his eight characters, looked down at his scriptures, and for a moment he was full of praise: "Hey!"! You really have it! This small print is more neat than the emperor's fold. It's really hard for you on a hot day. "Seventh Master, you praise me." Mr. Guan is still writing his words, "idle is also idle, writing to pass the time." Mai Qiye is the bookkeeper of the Mai family, and the Mai family is the richest man in Linhuai. Probably stained with a distant relative, so he is also surnamed Mai, more or less some ink in the stomach, the so-called sympathy, for Mr. Guan is also particularly admired. Alas! This kind of day. Where! Master Mai looked at his yellow face and said, "If the drought continues, no one will be able to stand it." "Dare-" The one who answered was shopkeeper Li, yellow and fat, shaking a big plantain fan and coming out from inside. "Seventh Master, I don't know if you've heard that Yingzhou Prefecture is even worse. Thousands of people have starved to death. The people who came this morning said that all the children were killed and eaten. People eat people. What kind of world is this?" Mai Qiye was stunned for a moment. "That's what I'm afraid of," he said, staring at two eyes. "After all, I'm here.." Xie Laojiu also strolled over, and his face changed color with fear: "I heard my grandfather say this kind of thing. That year, it was also on our land. It was said that people ate people. Women and children dared not go out. The grass roots and bark were all gone.." But fifty or sixty years later, it's coming again. I think there must be a drought in our place. We have to ask the Taoist priest to recite the incantation to catch the demon. "I won't say whether it's a demon or not." Shopkeeper Li said with a sad face. Sometimes people are more powerful than demons. It would be nice if anyone could get rid of these evil leaders. "Why?" Mai Qiye was in a daze again. "What did you hear, shopkeeper?" Xie Laojiu was also scared silly. "What?" He asked? You mean the four masters of Shen Qiu? But what's the movement? "It's not just the four, it's a lot." Shopkeeper Li kept sighing: "The news just came. The Wangs in Gujiaqiao have been sent. More than forty people from top to bottom have been killed." "Aw.." The seventh Master Mai cried out, "Are you talking about Lord Wang's family?"? That's a good thing for our host family. Who? Who would have the guts? The Wangs have plenty of capable people, rich and powerful, how can. Shopkeeper Li said with a wry smile, "I don't know the details. I only know that it wasn't Shen Qiu's gang who did it. It was said that two people, old and young,classroom interactive whiteboard, came down from the south. They really had kungfu." Mr. Guan was writing, and when he heard this, he could not help but hang his wrist down and listen to it. Master Mai Qi opened his mouth so wide that he couldn't close it for a long time: "This.." Where to start? An act of God. Man-made disaster. How can I live in the future? Lord Wang is an official of the imperial court who has returned to his hometown. He has suffered a lot. Who else can avoid it? My God. I'll go back and discuss it with our host. 。 hsdsmartboard.com