You are unlucky and I am tough

Chapter 210: Where did Mr. Nobody come from?

Huanhua County is close to the water, and the river runs through the city. Willows are swaying by the river, and the water is crystal clear.

On the river, there are small boats coming and going, some carrying passengers for tours, and some selling goods. The boatmen selling goods sing melodious tunes, attracting pedestrians on the shore to stop and choose the goods, including snacks, hairpins, jewelry, and various small gadgets.

This kind of people selling goods by rowing boats along the river is also a major feature of Huanhua County.

Cheng Shuang and Wei Qinglang walked hand in hand on the street along the river, taking the rare opportunity to calm down and enjoy this leisure time.

Cheng Shuang tried to pull her hand away several times but failed. She muttered quietly, "Do we have to hold hands forever?"

Wei Qinglang said confidently, "Otherwise, why would it be called a date?"

Cheng Shuang was speechless. She came out to get medicine, but how did he turn it into a date?

The two walked for a while, crossed a bridge to the other side of the river, and Cheng Shuang sat down on a stone bench by the river.

There was a stall in front with a lot of people queuing up, and a sign for Peach Blossom Drink was hanging in front of the stall.

Cheng Shuang looked at it curiously for a few more times, and Wei Qinglang asked, "Would you like some? I'll go buy two."

She nodded, and Wei Qinglang ran to line up.

Behind us are small boats passing by on the river, and all around us are the sounds of hawking and bargaining of customers, which is full of the atmosphere of life.

Cheng Shuang looked at it and felt her heart filled with peace.

She felt particularly good today.

A group of five or six children ran down the bridge playfully and ran to a stall selling candy figures not far from Cheng Shuang.

The man selling candy figures was an old man with a very kind face. The children gathered around him and started chattering about wanting little rabbits and little tigers.

Cheng Shuang looked over in the direction of the sound. The old man used the bamboo sticks in his hand to skillfully use the syrup to outline the shapes of various small animals that the children wanted. It looked very impressive and very entertaining.

The children got the candy figures they liked, paid for them and then ran away in a swarm.

"Little girl, do you want one?" The old man had already noticed that Cheng Shuang was looking at him and smiled at her.

Cheng Shuang was a little embarrassed to be discovered, so she stood up and walked over, "Okay, I want one..."

There were many paper-cutting patterns on the stall. Cheng Shuang pointed to a difficult one and said, "This is the peacock."

The old man nodded and quickly turned the syrup in his hand. After a while, the lifelike peacock was ready.

Cheng Shuang reached out to take it, her face full of joy, "It looks so good!"

She took out the money and gave the old man a handful of copper coins, about twenty or thirty, without counting.

The old man looked at it in surprise and said, "Hey, kid, you gave too much. Fifteen cents is enough."

Cheng Shuang smiled and said, "The old man's craftsmanship is worth the price."

Then he turned around and went to find Wei Qinglang with the peacock candy man.

Wei Qinglang was still waiting in line for the Peach Blossom Drink. It was his turn soon. Cheng Shuang stood beside him and showed him the Peacock Candy Man. "Look, isn't it beautiful?"

"It looks good." Wei Qinglang smiled at the smile on her face.

Today is the happiest day since he came here, and he is in an exceptionally happy mood.

The two of them quickly got to the front of the line and bought two cups of peach blossom drinks.

Peach Blossom Drink is served in a bamboo tube. When the lid is opened, you can smell the fragrance of peach blossoms. The color of the tea is light pink.

Wei Qinglang took the first sip and said, "It's sweet, with a hint of peach blossom fragrance, but it's just sugar water."

Cheng Shuang also took a sip, blinked, and frowned.

"Not tasty?"

"I was wondering why it was pink. It turns out it contains the juice of the red jujube fruit. Although it's non-toxic, drinking too much can cause diarrhea."

"Then don't drink it." Wei Qinglang quickly took the bamboo tube from her hand, "Don't drink it and get an upset stomach."

Seeing his worried look, Cheng Shuang turned her face away awkwardly and took a bite of the candy man in her hand.

The taste of malt sugar is quite sweet.

The two continued walking forward, without any destination, just strolling along the way and not buying anything.

Cheng Shuang finished eating the candy man, which was so sweet that it made her choke. She pointed to a teahouse by the river and said, "Let's go in and have a cup of tea. It's almost time to go home."

Cheng Guqiu and the others should have closed their stall selling snails, but when they left, they agreed not to wait for them and they could go to the ferry and take a raft back.

The teahouse was almost full and very lively. Following the waiter's instructions, the two found a seat and sat down, ordering a pot of tea and two snacks.

On the stage in the middle of the teahouse, two storytellers were telling a story in a vivid voice.

It tells the story of a poor scholar who failed an imperial examination and was despised by his wife's family and forced to divorce his wife. After that, he worked hard to pass the imperial examination and was favored by the princess and was granted marriage, thus giving his snobbish wife's family a slap in the face.

After this scene was finished, a middle-aged man wearing a long gown, with a slightly fat figure and a goatee, came on stage.

What he wanted to tell was the story of "Liangshan", the most popular vernacular novel in the Liang Dynasty.

Cheng Shuang looked at Wei Qinglang in surprise and whispered, "What a coincidence! I've always heard that Liangshan's storytelling is very popular in teahouses, but I haven't heard it yet."

Wei Qinglang picked up a piece of jujube paste cake and handed it to her mouth, "Then let's listen to it before going back."

Cheng Shuang felt very uncomfortable with his natural movements. Instead of opening her mouth, she raised her hand and took a small bite.

This way of getting along changed too quickly, she still needs to get used to it.

The storyteller on the stage clapped his wake-up stick and said loudly, "Speaking of the 108 generals of Liangshan Marsh, they were all heroes. There was Song Jiang, the timely rain, generous and charitable, making friends with heroes all over the world. There was Wu Yong, the resourceful star, with extraordinary wisdom and ingenious plans. There was Lu Zhishen, who killed Zhen Guanxi with three punches and possessed immense strength. And there was Wu Song, the traveler, who killed the tiger on Jingyang Ridge and was feared by all!"

"it is good......"

Just an opening and the audience burst into applause.

The storyteller asked which episode he wanted to hear, and finally, amidst the audience's shouts, he chose the most popular one, "Punching the Town of Guanxi."

As soon as the wake-up stick was struck, the storyteller began to dance and tell the story in a loud and vivid voice, which drew applause from the audience.

Cheng Shuang and Wei Qinglang also listened with great interest and applauded along.

After the storyteller finished his story, he left the stage amid cheers. At this moment, the owner of the teahouse came onto the stage.

The shopkeeper, beaming, said loudly, "Dear guests, today we at Bixiao Teahouse are honored to have Mr. Wuming, the author of 'Liangshan,' with us. Anyone who purchases a complete set of 'Liangshan' will receive a handwritten inscription from Mr. Wuming!"

There was a sudden roar from the audience, and some people even jumped up excitedly.

"Is this true? Mr. Wuming is here?"

"Isn't it said that Mr. Wuming is very mysterious and no one has ever seen him?"

"If it really happened today, it would be a rare opportunity!"

"I heard something. It's an inscription by Mr. Wuming. If I could get it, wouldn't it be so prestigious?"

Everyone at the scene was excited, but Cheng Shuang and Wei Qinglang were stunned after hearing what the shopkeeper said.

Didn't they transcribe Liang Shan? Where did the other authors come from?

Cheng Shuang's eyes widened as she slowly turned to look at Wei Qinglang and asked in a low voice, "What's going on? Where did Mr. Wuming come from?"

When they sold the manuscript, they signed a contract with Moxiang Bookstore, prohibiting them from revealing their identities. Therefore, after the Liangshan Fire, the author Wuming became an extremely mysterious existence. It was rumored that the author must be a great literary scholar and very old.

They didn't care and let the outside world speculate whatever they wanted.

Wei Qinglang frowned. "It seems someone realized that the author didn't want the outside world to know his identity, so he used the name to deceive people."

While the two were talking, the middle-aged man who called himself "Mr. Anonymous" came on stage. He looked very ordinary and nothing special among the crowd. He was wearing a long gown and holding a folding fan. There was a bit of arrogance on his face, and he looked down at the people below the stage with an attitude of superiority.

"Mr. Wuming is very magnanimous. He is indeed a master who can write masterpieces that will be passed down through the ages."

"Master Wuming, I like you so much. Can you really show me the inscription today?"

"I want one too. I want ten sets."

"If I could obtain the master's calligraphy, I would definitely keep it as a family heirloom."

Compliments were heard all around.

Cheng Shuang's mouth twitched, and she whispered, "Do you think those who are shouting the loudest are real enthusiasts, or are they hired by this liar?

Also, was the teahouse owner scammed, or was he in cahoots with the scammers?"

Wei Qinglang shook his head and took her hand directly, "Come on, let's go meet this master."