With the autumn wind, two days passed in the blink of an eye.
But in Qixia Town, the weather did not become cooler with the onset of autumn, but instead became more muggy.
Today is the day when Zhao Yan gets the liquor shop owner as a guarantor to apply for a residence permit.
Because he performed well in the wine shop for a few days and took the time to improve the wine recipe for the shopkeeper, and won the outstanding employee award, the shopkeeper was very willing to be the guarantor.
He even said that if Zhao Yan couldn't find another job, he would definitely return to the wine shop and be the second shopkeeper.
Mom, there are only two of them in total, so if you dare, just thrust hard at Ah Xing.
Of course, Ah Xing doesn't know these words, otherwise he might collapse.
Xuanji Building is the tallest building in Qixia Town. It is a five-story wooden building, half of which is outside and half of which is embedded in the mountain.
From the outside, it looks really grand.
There is a high platform on the left side of the building. There is a wooden chair on the platform, which must be the storytelling platform.
The shopkeeper led Zhao Yan into the lobby. In the middle of the half-darkness, he found a counter to guarantee him a residence permit.
The so-called residence permit is very similar to the dental card outside, except that it has a small portrait.
The painter sitting behind the counter drew Zhao Yan's face on the residence permit, then turned around and drew a large one on a half-foot-long drawing paper.
In Qixia Town, you have to use a real face, but you can use a fake name, and no one will hold you accountable.
You can have any name as long as you like.
Zhao Yan originally wanted to have a fancy name, but in the end he chose his own name.
After all, even if people here knew that his name was Zhao Yan, they would not associate him with King Qi of the Song Dynasty.
Why did the pampered prince come to this place!
Just can't think about it.
"Zhao Yan, okay, ten meal tickets and five accommodation tickets."
The clerk at the counter registered him and took out two different receipts from the table.
Blue meal tickets and yellow accommodation tickets.
There are many colorful ticket types in the box, but newcomers like Zhao Yan cannot get them for the time being.
Newcomers in Qixia Town only have five days of food and lodging.
"Shopkeeper Long, you can leave, as long as he stays."
The clerk smiled and said to the shopkeeper.
"Okay, that's troublesome."
The shopkeeper cupped his fists and saluted, nodded to Zhao Yan, and slowly exited the lobby.
"It's been half a year since new people came in. Tell me, what do you know?"
The clerk said leisurely.
Xuanjilou would like to find more people who understand technology, but there are very few such people here.
Most of the people who came here were from the Jianghu area, and they only knew how to fight and kill.
So when he saw Zhao Yan's handsome face, he felt that he was probably just a martial arts master who could do nothing but eat, drink and kill.
"I can tell stories."
"storytelling!"
The clerk immediately leaned down on the table and asked in shock.
"Seriously? Telling two stories is not enough. If you want to report a story, you have to tell it for at least a month!"
Who wouldn't be able to tell two illogical stories at random? Storyteller's job is not that easy in the literal sense.
Not only must the story be told in a lively, interesting and engaging way, but it must also be told consistently with quality and quantity.
Otherwise, no one would be able to do this job.
"It won't be a problem for three to five years."
Zhao Yan replied confidently.
He hasn't read too many novels.
The story of "Don't bully young people into poverty" alone can last half a year.
The clerk looked suspicious, but made his decision.
"Okay, tonight you try to speak a paragraph. If you speak it well, it will be your field for the next month."
"Uh, so simple?"
This time it was Zhao Yan's turn to not understand.
He thought he would have to go through at least a few rounds of interviews, and everyone would listen to his story first.
I didn't expect it to be so easy...
"Oh, no one has come on stage in the building for several days. If we don't arrange one, our town will rebel."
“……”
Looking at the official's sad face, Zhao Yan felt that he was just in time.
If I had known better, I would have asked for more conditions.
"In addition to storytelling, I am also good at three hundred and sixty lines of carpentry, clothing, medicine, and cooking. How about that? Do you have any preferential treatment?"
“……”
The clerk looked at Zhao Yan in shock and suddenly realized that there was a great person coming to Qixia Town!
"Sit still and don't move...I'll report it to the landlord!"
After saying that, he stood up in a panic and ran towards the stairs.
Just sit still...Daddy will buy you two oranges!
Zhao Yan's face turned dark, but when he saw the anxious look of the young official, he didn't agree with him.
But the painter looked at Zhao Yan unexpectedly, nodded and said:
"Young man, seeing how beautiful your bones are, why don't you think of hiding in our town?"
"Alas, the feud between Jianghu and Jianghu is not worth mentioning..."
"Could it be that he slept with a certain wife?"
"……no."
"Is that the daughter who slept with a certain hero?"
"...No."
"Then what's the matter with you? You're so handsome. You couldn't have slept with their mother, right?"
"Exactly..."
"hiss…"
The painter looked cold, shook his head and sighed:
"Qing Benjiaer, how can I pick those fallen flowers and willows..."
"Hmph, two lewd thieves!"
The two of them were talking lively, but they never thought that a cold voice came from behind Zhao Yan.
Turning around, he saw that it was the woman named "Min Min".
Next to her stood Ding Peng's wife Qingqing, who was also here to apply for a residence permit today.
Zhao Yan couldn't help but blush when the two heard his teasing words.
He was relaxing here these days and didn't pay much attention to using his qi machine to check the people around him.
He didn't even notice that someone was so close.
"Aunt Qing...I was joking with this painter..."
Zhao Yan stood up to give up his position and explained awkwardly.
He doesn't want to be regarded as a thief and have to borrow books in the future...
"The slave family knows."
Qingqing said with a smile, not caring.
But Minmin was different. She glared at Zhao Yan fiercely, pulled Qingqing Rouyi over and said:
"Auntie, don't pay attention to this pervert!"
Seeing that the three of them seemed to know each other, the painter stepped forward and sat where the clerk had been before, took out a new residence permit, and asked Qingqing:
"Mrs. Ding, are you going to be the guarantor for this girl?"
"Exactly. I'd like to trouble you, Painter You."
"It's easy to talk about. With you and your wife as guarantees, there will be no problem."
As he spoke, he looked at the woman in front of him and asked:
"What's your name?"
"Zhao Min."
The woman uttered two words coldly.
Zhao Yan was suddenly stunned.
No wonder…
She hates the name Zhao Yan.
However, she is not necessarily Princess Shaomin of Meng Yuan.
What if they just have the same name and surname?
He suppressed his surprised expression and continued to watch.
"His name is Zhao Yan, and your name is Zhao Min. Are you two members of the same family?"
"Who is with his family!"
"How can it be…!"
The painter's question ignited two dynamite barrels, and the two quickly denied it.
"The movements are the same, you two must be a family."
