"Like the young master, I am also a foreigner."
In a wine shop, a middle-aged man who pretended to be polite took Ning An's arm and sighed.
"I'm not afraid of young master's jokes. When I was young, my family still had a small amount of assets and lived a somewhat happy life. However, in the past few years, the national affairs changed and war broke out. My father was worried that the Xu family would be wiped out by bandits, so he separated a small group of direct descendants and smuggled out of the country. After arriving at the county town, if the worst happens, I can still leave behind a trace of incense... When I first arrived in my husband's village, I was like a young master, with a face as beautiful as a jade, a rich and handsome face."
Xu Fu raised his head slightly, full of pride, turned his eyes around, then fell back to Ning An's face, and murmured, "If the little girl is still alive, she should be as old as the young master. She has big eyes since she was a child, just like her mother... …”
Ning An pursed her lips, not knowing how to answer.
The rickety man in front of him who called himself Xu Fu always had an unchanging smile on his face, but when he talked about his daughter, the pain deep in his eyes slowly enveloped this man.
"I've seen it, I've seen it."
Xu Fu realized that what he said was a bit disgraceful, and stood up and bowed repeatedly, "Young master and I hit it off as old friends, and I couldn't help but think of old almanacs and say some grumbling words. I hope it won't spoil the master's mood. As an apology, will the master be a top player or stay in a hotel today?" , all free of charge.”
After saying that, shopkeeper Xu Fu was about to turn around and leave.
How could Ning'an be willing to let him go? It was hard to find someone he could talk to. He was also a wine shop owner. Logically speaking, he knew the customs of this place best, so it was perfect to ask for some information.
"The shopkeeper understands this. I just arrived in Fu Village. I can't eat or sleep in the wine shop. I just want to ask for some news."
Ning An said, "May I ask what's going on at tomorrow's 'Feast Festival'?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the originally noisy restaurant fell silent.
Xu Fu also put away his smile and looked indifferent.
"Get out."
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Ning An looked at the door that suddenly closed in front of him and sighed.
He didn't have any complaints. When he was "invited out", other guest officials whispered. He caught a few words and knew that the death of Xu Fu's daughter might be related to the feast.
This has always been a thorn in his heart, and there is an unwritten rule in this wine shop that prohibits all topics related to the Dragon King.
This stupid boy is so good. Not only did he mention it, but he didn't hide it at all. He talked about the feast when he came up. You know, that glorious day was also the death anniversary of his daughter!
Isn't this a stab in the heart?
Ning An scratched his head and planned to try his luck elsewhere.
He found that as time went by, Fu Village gradually became normal, as if something was being checked and repaired. Those things that did not belong to ancient times gradually disappeared, and the villagers' memories became less messy.
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"I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death!"
Little Thirteen subconsciously shouted out, hoping that it would have some courageous effect.
The fist wrapped in rags hit the zombie's face hard, causing it to stagger.
But after just a pause, he became even more excited and flew directly towards Little Thirteen.
Xiao Shisan had just punched out, and when he leaned forward, he glanced sideways and saw a flying zombie. The increasingly practiced boxing rules flashed through his mind. He turned around, arched his waist, and hit him hard with his shoulder.
There was a sound of bones breaking in the shoulder.
The zombies flew away in response, looking miserable.
Little Thirteen was panting like an ox, looking straight at the zombie that fell to the ground.
The zombie's body trembled.
Little Thirteen's eyelids twitched.
"I beat you to death!"
He ran forward in three or two steps, and before the zombie could get up, Xiao Shisan stepped on its neck with one foot after another. After a while, the zombie's body was in a different place, and there was no movement.
Little Thirteen raised his head and stared blankly at the sky.
The sky was clear, the sun was shining brightly, but it was just a little cold.
He was a little disappointed.
Silica asked: "Are you sad?"
Xiao Shisan nodded, shook his head, picked up the knife that fell on the ground, and went to get the puppet crystal from the zombie's head, "It's a little sad, but that's it."
"When I was wandering, I met a kind-hearted gentleman. He gave me some money and told me to go home early. I don't have a home, but the gentleman couldn't help, and he would only be ruined. In his mood, I thanked him and agreed."
"I was very happy at the time because there was a fried chicken restaurant not far away. I was thinking that wandering is actually quite good. How could I have eaten fried chicken in a big city before? ? But before I even got to the fried chicken shop, my money was robbed by a homeless man who was older than me. The fried chicken I got flew away, and I was even sadder than this time."
"In those days, I worked hard to pick up bottles, and I could earn a few dollars a day. The fried chicken shop wouldn't run away. I had hands and feet, so I could always eat it, right? But when I got enough fried chicken, When I was looking for money, the money was robbed again.”
Xiao Shisan shrugged, split open the zombie's head, took out the puppet crystal, wiped it clean on the zombie's clothes, and said helplessly: "I couldn't even save a fried chicken dollar for a whole month. I'm not born with such a good life."
Suddenly, Little Thirteen kicked the zombie's head high, with his hands on his hips, very angry.
"I'm not born with such a good fortune!"
Silica rolled her eyes, "I don't know how much fried chicken you can exchange for the stone in your hand."
Little Thirteen beamed with joy, put the puppet crystal in the deepest pocket of his clothes, and grabbed some leaves and tucked it up to prevent the puppet crystal from running out.
Unlike Ning An, who is recognized as a genius, Xiao Shisan is not as good as the former in terms of life experience and talent. Although the shadow of his childhood did not make him give up on himself, he was inevitably a little pessimistic. Therefore, faced with the same situation as Ning An, Jing Yuneng said "The decline of heaven is not an accident", implying that God is blind, not seeing the yellow bell, only loving the clay pot, but when Xiao Shisan is here, he can only admit that his luck is bad and he has a bad life.
Whether Xiao Thirteen is in bad luck or the zombies are too weak for him and cannot meet the standards of heavenly rewards, Silica actually doesn't care.
She has seen more geniuses, and more strange things have happened. Since Xiao Shisan has not given up on himself, there is no need to persuade him. When he grows up in the future, the answer will naturally come to light.
"After killing the zombies, it's time for you to go back."
Silica led Little Thirteen five miles south, stopped at a dilapidated shop, and handed Little Thirteen a bamboo leaf, a parcel, and a long sword.
"Someone will come to pick you up later. You may have heard his name, Han Qingtian. Then give him this sword and follow him back to the safe area. Even if he has evil intentions, it doesn't matter. This sword and the bamboo leaves will be safe." With your life, you can go back by yourself, and the food in the bag is enough for your journey."
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The red-haired man was sitting in the wine shop, drinking by himself.
"The wine doesn't taste like wine, shopkeeper! Could it be that because I'm so kind and easy to bully, you used horse urine to deceive me?!"
Before Xu Fu could move, the waiter in the shop was frightened. He rushed up to him, grabbed the wine jar and carefully poured two drops into his hand. He tasted it on the tip of his tongue and found it was so sour that it was hard to swallow.
The waiter bowed and apologized, but the shopkeeper could only waive the order.
After he dismissed the big man and pushed the door open, Xu Fu frowned.
When does wine become sour?
The more he thought about it, the more headache he got, and his mind gradually went blank.
Suddenly, the scene in the store seemed to go back in time, and the scenes of guests drinking and drinking in the past were still vivid in my mind.
"Boss, check out!"
It's a strangely dressed man.
"What? You want money! Damn it, why the hell don't you ask me for gold!"
"I don't have time to joke with you, where is the QR code."
Xu Fu remembered that the guest officer asked for a plate of mutton and two jugs of good wine.
If you don’t have money, you’ll pay for it with one eye.
That’s when the wine started to become sour.
Xu Fu looked dull and returned to the counter stiffly, remembering nothing.
