"When you feel that life is unsatisfactory, don't panic, just touch your empty wallet and cry." Mag looked at the middle-aged man sitting at the door of his tavern, looking longingly at the busy Titan Tavern across the street. The man said calmly.
The man looked back at Mag with some resentment, his mouth moved, and tears shone in his eyes.
Judging from his clothes, although he is not rich, he is definitely not a tramp.
But one thing was certain, he definitely didn't have enough money in his pocket to buy a glass of wine, but he didn't want to go home, so he sat in front of one pub and looked longingly at another pub.
Their excitement has nothing to do with me because I have no money.
"The man has no money in his pocket, and his waist just can't be strong." Mag sighed quietly, took out a few gold coins that he had just collected in the evening from his pocket and tossed them in his hand.
The man's expression became even more resentful. He glanced at the gold coins in Mag's hand and withdrew his gaze angrily.
Judging from his size, he was not sure that he would be able to snatch those gold coins from this cheap tavern owner.
After a moment of silence, the man looked back at Mag: "I have a story, and you have wine."
"Sorry, I'm not interested." Mag shook his head slightly.
Man: π__π…
"However, since you are so interested in the tavern opposite, why don't you go and sit at the door opposite?" Mag asked a little strangely.
"There are people coming and going there, don't I want to lose face? Besides, it's quite warm to sit here." The man glanced at him, still resentful.
"Oh, that's it." Mag thought thoughtfully, and then felt offended.
how?
Do you think I don’t even have a figure here?
And, is there still heating available?
"It's quite cold outside today." Mag stamped his feet. Although the indoor heater made the door slightly warmer, it was still difficult to resist the bleak cold wind.
"Yeah, it would be nice if there was a place to sit." The man rubbed his hands and nodded, looking at Mag expectantly.
"The steps are quite flat. Let me leave the door gap a little wider for you." Mag smiled generously, and then opened the door a crack, and the slightest trace of warm air blew out from the tavern.
"Thank you." The man nodded with difficulty.
"You're welcome." Mag waved his hand generously and turned around to enter the tavern.
"Alas..." Pasha sighed and wrapped his little cotton-padded jacket tightly.
Men are so difficult.
He is a long-distance carriage driver with more than 20 years of driving experience. He runs long-distance transportation for a business and has been to many places, but he just lost his job today.
The boss said that there might be a war, the trade routes were blocked, and he didn’t know when they would be restored, so he asked them, the coachmen, to go home.
This month's salary will not be received until two days later. Even if you get the salary from the boss, it must be handed over to the wife as soon as possible.
Of course, he is not afraid of his wife, he just... respects his wife.
Yes, that's it.
There are three children in the family, all of whom are growing up. With his small salary, they can barely make ends meet.
After sitting for a while, Pasha was about to get up and go home. He had already thought about finding a job tomorrow. Even if he could no longer be a coachman, he could find some other job to do, at least not leaving his wife and children hungry.
"Two drinks?" At this time, a familiar voice came from behind.
Pasa turned around and looked at Mag with some surprise, holding a small stool and a tray in his hand.
Mag placed the tray on the small bench. There was a plate of drunken peanuts on the tray, and a half bottle of Moutai that was left over from the group of people just now. Because there were too many people, Mag didn't know who to pack it for, so he just packed it. It can be dealt with like this.
Mag sat down on the steps with a glance between the small bench and Pasha. The door behind him was completely open, and the warm air blew from behind, blowing away the cold air.
"Boo~"
Mag uncorked the bottle and poured wine into two wine glasses.
"What a drink!"
When Pasa smelled the aroma of wine, his eyes suddenly lit up. He was not good at wine, but the coachman would drink wine to keep out the cold in winter. He had traveled all over the country for so many years and drank wine from all over the country, but he had never smelled such an aroma of wine.
"It's tasteful." Mag poured two glasses of wine, reached for one, looked at Pasa and said, "Come here, respect this bullshit life."
"Here's to this bullshit life." Pasa also picked up the wine glass, clinked it gently, and then drank it all.
This is the best wine Pasa has ever tasted in his life. After drinking this wine, a warmth rises from the bottom of his heart, both from the warmth brought by this wine and from the glass of wine handed to him by a stranger in the cold wind. .
"Drunkard peanut, try it." Mag picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, chewing it crunchily.
Pasha then picked up a peanut and put it into his mouth. He was surprised that this ordinary peanut turned out to be so crispy and spicy, making people want another glass of wine.
Mag filled him another glass, but this time he didn't rush to toast with him. This was not beer. He drank one glass after another, and half the bottle was gone. And if this guy was drunk, he didn't know what to do. Just make arrangements.
"I am a coachman and have been to many places, such as the Twilight Forest, the Wind Forest, the City of Chaos... I have been to all of them, but I have never been to the Devil's Islands. I heard that devils eat people and take a boat, so I Gone..." Pasa and Mag chatted, but they didn't talk about the sad life, but about what he, the coachman, had seen and heard while walking on the Nolan continent in the past few years.
Mag spent most of his time listening carefully, listening to a coachman's view of the world and his views on the world.
This was a very interesting experience, at least he didn't have this experience often in his life.
Look at an ordinary person living a serious life.
"Thank you for the wine. When I have money in my pocket, I will come to you for a drink. Next time... I'll treat you." Pasa was slightly drunk and looked at Mag seriously.
"Okay, I'll invite you next time." Mag nodded with a smile and hung the packaged Drunkard's Peanuts on Pasa's waist. There were also three candies in it. He said he had three children at home.
"Goodbye." Pasha waved his hand and left with a slight shake.
Mag stood at the door and watched him disappear into the street. After making sure that he could go home on his own, he turned around and entered the restaurant and turned off the signboard light.
"This guy...is he really a strange person?" At the door of the Titan Tavern, Effie frowned, a little confused.
"Madam boss, have another bottle of wine!" A shout came from the tavern.
"Here we come." Effie quickly opened the door and went in, continuing to get busy.
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"Where did you go wandering off again! You didn't even come back to eat. Have you grown up?" A broad-shouldered woman stood at the door of an old house. She looked at Pasa who was staggering towards him and raised her voice. He picked it up and already had a wooden slipper in his hand.
Three little heads poked out from the door of the house at the back, looking at Pasa with some pity.
