Mr. Lu Xun once said: 'The Chinese people have only experienced two eras in history. One is an era when people want to be slaves but cannot get them, and the other is an era when they are temporarily stable slaves.'

It’s just that this paragraph needs to be changed. Now it’s ‘Some people want to be house slaves but can’t get it, while some people are temporarily stable house slaves’, and they are happy and excited.

In its high price, it takes only a few million to buy a small house, marry a wife, carry on the family line, and let future generations continue to work hard; and in the eyes of Kyoto men, this is not called a house, it is not a place for people to live at all, it is really

Where people live, it must be at least a single-family house with three entrances from the front and back, that is, a courtyard house.

If we go back further, most of the courtyard houses in Kyoto were left by the princes, ministers and wealthy businessmen of the late Qing Dynasty. After liberation, many of them became large courtyards. Your house built a kitchen, my house built a hut, etc., and they were all ruined.

The buildings are in disgrace; but there are still some relatively well-preserved palaces of former dynasties or high officials. Nowadays, they can’t be purchased for tens of millions or hundreds of millions. There is an old courtyard with more than three doors in front and back.

For thousands of square meters, you dare to ask for hundreds of millions or even billions, but it is still priceless and unavailable.

When talking about courtyard culture in Kyoto, Houhai is the first place to talk.

Houhai not only has many courtyards, where wealthy and powerful people gather together, but you can also find the most authentic and authentic taste of old Kyoto here. Early in the morning, there are stalls selling old tofu, braised tofu, and bean juice in the alleys.

It sounds nice to shout: 'Hey, the cooked tofu has thousands of holes, each one is Sai Linglong. Add chopped green onions and chili oil, and pour it on top to make the fragrant and steaming old tofu, five yuan a bowl.

You don’t want to compete..."

"The bean juice is pure, scoop it out gently and drink it slowly. It's so happy to have a burnt ring... The bean juice is not made of meat..." Isn't this nonsense?

The meat is made into soup stock. People in Kyoto are called "Yangu", and they don't forget to make people laugh when they sell bean juice.

"Hey, Douzhi Liu is here? Follow the old rules..."

As soon as the two-meter-high black door opened, the bronze lion lock rattled, and a middle-aged man wearing an antique half-cardigan and black oil silk bloomers was revealed. He held a tea plant made of udon straw in his hand and said with a smile.

: "Two bowls of soybean juice, two burnt rings, skim off the soybean oil on them..."

"Okay, thank you, we are all regular customers. You don't need to explain."

The doujiu seller took the teapot with both hands and gently opened the lid. He took out a teapot with a round belly and a small mouth, and sighed: "It's so particular... the satin in this teapot is really good."

It has been changed again, I bet the goose down and duck down have also been replaced with new ones? I am not telling you, Mr. Xie, I have been selling bean juice for so many years, and I have never seen a discerning owner. But this is your first time.

ah."

As he spoke, he gave a thumbs up: "I'm going to ask, is this the young master or the eldest lady in the house?"

How else can I say that he is a streetwalker? He likes to inquire and is talkative. Douzhiliu thinks that he has become familiar with middle-aged people and has forgotten the rules. He has been through half of Kyoto, but he knows that the predecessor of this courtyard is

Baylor Mansion is now extremely valuable. Not to mention the value, the person who can sit on this property needs to be not only rich, but also powerful! If he doesn't ask who the master is inside, he will feel depressed.

It's so uncomfortable...

"Old Liu, don't you understand the rules? If we weren't an old acquaintance, I would have thought you were a dishonest person and sent you directly to the police station. Do you believe it?"

The middle-aged man frowned: "Don't ask, just sell your bean juice honestly, do you understand?"

"Hey, yes, yes... I asked too much."

Douzhi Liu shrank his head, skillfully opened the lid of the pot, and skimmed off a layer of oily paste on the top of the bean juice. After filling two large bowls, he took out half a spoonful, took out two more burnt rings, and even some tea leaves.

And handed it to the middle-aged man: "Thank you, please take it."

"Let's go. It's still the monthly payment. We'll settle the accounts the day after tomorrow."

The middle-aged man named Xie nodded and took the chaluo and jiaohuan'er, closed the courtyard door, turned and walked into the courtyard; he passed through the front yard, the front hall, the ear canal, and the moon path. When he entered the yard for the second time

, there were two helpful women who took the tea leaves and the jiao ring respectively. One took the jiao ring out of the horse manure paper and put it on a plate, and the other mixed some honey into the bean juice, stirred it, and then added it to the bean juice.

Walk to the back yard...

The two women held Dou Zhi'er and Jiao Huan'er firmly in their hands without any shaking. They walked quickly, looking at their watches as they walked. It took less than two minutes to reach the fifth entrance to the courtyard.

According to the regulations of the courtyard house, this is the back garden. As soon as you enter the garden, an old man dressed in shorts with a pointed head and two rat whiskers emerges from behind the screen wall.

The woman took the bean juice and Jiaohuan'er in her hand, turned around and walked away, covering a distance of two or three meters. He did not rush to the waterside pavilion, but walked around the water corridor and passed through the two moon gates to the southernmost side of the back garden.

In a hall, after knocking on the door twice, I heard a delicate and moving voice coming from inside: "Come in..."

"Why."

The old man agreed, opened the door and walked in.

This courtyard is extremely spacious, and there are no connected rooms. It is just a large hall, which is 40 meters long, 10 meters wide, and 400 square meters! The walls and windows are all ordinary, nothing fancy, but the ground is completely

It is made of fine iron and is as bright as a mirror. The iron floor is fragrant and shiny, and it is filled with sesame oil. As this is not enough, a layer of soybeans is also spread on top. The particles are full and dripping on the ground.

Get out. It's just this hall. It's a problem for ordinary people to climb in, let alone walk over while standing!

A tall woman with slender breasts, wearing a red floral pink bunting practice uniform with a white background, jumped up and down on the ground covered with soybeans; she suddenly stood up in a flash of lifting and vertical movements.

, she turned over a dozen somersaults in the air, but she didn't land, and the joints all over her body made "bang bang" explosions. When she landed, she was as steady as a green pine, her body trembled slightly, and there was a crackling sound of bones from head to toe.

It turned around in a circle and finally returned to the lower abdomen. The lower abdomen bulged slightly and made a "buzzing" sound, just like a thousand-pound bell in the temple being rung, and then deflated again.

"Okay, another step forward!"

The woman smiled proudly and raised her head somewhat proudly. Her face was as beautiful as the full moon, but she could not breathe, her face did not change, and there was not even a drop of sweat. She did not care about the sesame oil and soybeans on the ground.

He walked to the mahogany table and chair next to him and sat down, just like walking normally. He poured himself a cup of fragrant tea and drank it, and said faintly: "It's thirteen seconds late today. Is it because Douzhi Liu is late?"

"Maybe, the traffic jam in Kyoto has been severe recently." The rat-bearded old man casually gave an unbreakable reason.

"Let him start earlier next time... Is it okay to make a living within the Fifth Ring Road without this kind of vision?"

The woman said, "Bring it here. If you don't eat his bean juice and jiaohuan'er for a day, it really seems like something is missing. This bean juice Liu is really good at it."

"Why......"

The old man held Dou Zhi'er and Jiao Huan'er in his hands, and showed off a "Swallow Three Copies of Water". He raised and lowered his body three times in a row, and then he rushed to the woman. However, the last exertion was a bit muddy, his breathing was not even enough, and his body was slightly A flash.

"Haha, you are still a contemporary 'Xiao Xiangwu', you still have to practice, Uncle Shang..."

The woman smiled slightly, and with a swipe of her hand, she took over the plate with the tea leaves and the charcoal rings. She took out the teapot, took a sip of the bean juice and a sip of the charcoal rings, and ate it happily. She is a very beautiful girl, but her appearance is really unflattering.

The old man looked at the woman's eating appearance and couldn't help but swallow his mouth and said with a smile: "The eldest lady is joking, I think I am doing well these two times. Last time, that guy Long Aotian wanted to compete with me in Qinggong. What was the result? Also starting from Cheng'anmen, I was almost at Tantuo Temple, and he had just passed Shijingshan..."

"Uncle Shang, you watched me grow up. You were my father's bodyguard back then, so I never knew you. You are just a bird competing with a lion. Are you trying to fool yourself? Long Aotian You are following the path of 'Dou Erdun', you are following the path of 'Yang Xiangwu', and you are competing with Long Aotian in Qinggong? Isn't that bullying a stupid kid..."

The woman poured two bowls of bean juice into her stomach, then threw the last half of the bean juice into her mouth, clapped her hands and said, "Okay, I'll practice with you. We are here." Shangwutang's walk around a few big circles, I'll take you on the Bagua steps..."

"Don't, don't, don't... I can walk by myself, but if I follow you, I will definitely fall. The fall last time took me more than a day to get out of bed... "

Old man Shang said with a bitter face: "You'd better spare me, who can compare with your eldest lady? This is all about Dan Jin, good guy, the number one martial artist in China. This is liberation, we have to put it aside In the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, you were a 'swordsman', a reclusive master. If I gossip with you, you will die..."

He knew the eldest lady's temper so well that it was too late to hide. What was he thinking about gossiping with her?

"Forget it, if you don't practice, you won't practice. I don't know how many boys in Sijiucheng want to get close to me. I don't like to talk to them. Are you not happy to give you an advantage?"

The woman sighed faintly: "So what if you are a master of alchemy and a swordsman? 'I was born before you were born, and you are already old when I was born'... It would be great if you are old, at least you can still see people." It's a pity that I was born too late. Yang Luchan, Dong Haichuan, Sun Lutang and others are all gone. It's impossible to ask for advice in person. These martial arts people nowadays are more useless than the last... Forget it, Uncle Shang, please help me later. Give Uncle Tang a call to see if he's back. If he is, ask Long Aotian to come over and tell him that my hands are itchy and I want to have sex with him..."

ps: The number one martial artist in China has come out. Sooner or later, someone will be beaten. Who can give me a monthly ticket to stimulate it? Hehe...

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