Yunshui Pavilion, outside the back door of the kitchen, in the alley.
Ouyang Rong stopped for a moment, turned around and was about to return. From the corner of his eye, he saw a few black figures lying in the dirty water in a dark corner at the end of the alley.
The young man in snow-white robes stopped, grabbed a handful of coins from his arms, walked over, and squatted down in front of the black shadow smelling of alcohol.
"You don't have much money, so you can buy two full meals first. There is a disaster relief camp near the pavilion ten miles outskirts of the city. If you tell me Liu Ashan's name, you will be let in and they will distribute porridge twice a day.
“Those who have convenient hands and feet can dig new river channels and save some wages. When the folded-wing canal is repaired, there will be many new businesses along the bank.
"If your hands and feet are... inconvenient, ask the clerk at the disaster relief camp and they will send you to the Beitian Nursing Home in Donglin Temple. It's very good there.
"Besides...stop drinking."
Ouyang Rong divided the copper coins into four parts and put them into the hands of the four beggars who were stunned or numb. He stood up and returned to Yunshui Pavilion along the same route.
Except for one beggar whose right hand was broken, the other three beggars stood up on their knees, kowtowed to the back of the young man in snow-white robes, and then trotted out of the alley with happy faces.
The remaining one-armed beggar was an unremarkable-looking young man, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old.
His hair was disheveled, and his specific expression could not be seen. All he could see was the dirty, hanging black hair, the corners of his mouth drooped to both sides, and his upper lip was very thin.
The young man with the corner of his mouth turned downward grabbed the only copper coins he had and silently climbed up from the ground. His right sleeve was empty and he staggered towards the entrance of the alley.
Under the sunshine at the entrance of the alley, the one-armed beggar did not go to the outskirts of the city like the three beggars just now. He turned left without stopping, ignoring the disgusted looks on the street, and came to the door of the bustling restaurant again, expressionless. Enter the door with the three-character plaque "Yunshui Pavilion" hanging on it.
"Go! Go! Go."
The waiter put a long towel on his shoulders and waved his hand to chase people away. The next moment, he was hit in the face with a handful of copper coins.
"Stuffed with sweet-scented osmanthus."
The one-armed beggar said hoarsely, and walked towards the hot lobby on the first floor without looking back.
"Hey, you bastard..."
Just when the waiter was about to get angry, he realized that what the beggar had thrown was money. He quickly squatted down, counted the coins and picked them up. He didn't forget to shout in the direction of the counter, "Give me two jars of sweet-scented osmanthus."
Several strong thugs who were guarding the gate to maintain order saw this and let people in.
The one-armed young man ignored them and stumbled to find an empty bench in the corner of the lobby. He squeezed in unceremoniously and sat down precariously. When the people next to him saw this, they quickly stood up, fearing that they would get dirty and cursed them as bad luck.
All the guests at the table were empty, and they left cursing.
The dirty young man was indifferent.
He rested his left arm on his knees, leaned his upper body forward, and lowered his head. His long, greasy black hair fell to the ground beside his worn shoes.
The young man wandered here in a trance from Yunmengze, a small island with a peach valley.
I haven't taken a shower for many days. I'm drunk and living on the streets.
He didn't even know where this place was.
I don’t know whether I went south or north.
But he was afraid to go north...
The wine is coming.
Two pots of the familiar sweet-scented osmanthus brew.
The one-armed young man stepped on a pot of wine with his left foot, held a pot of wine in his right arm, and drank heavily with his head raised.
You read that right, the "right arm" is holding an oval wine bottle.
The young man's right forearm was broken and his sleeve was empty.
But the small part that sticks out of the cuff is extremely flexible and can do many things, including holding a huge wine bottle and drinking gurglingly.
It seems that he has already become accustomed to it.
Except, of course, not being able to hold a sword.
Moreover, the remaining section of the one-armed young man's right arm is indeed very small, just like a piece of dead wood from an old tree, growing on a mature tree full of vitality.
Compared with the other thick trunk, that is, the left arm, this small right arm is very short.
Obviously, this was the result of breaking his arm when he was young, not a new injury.
In the west corner of the lobby, this scene of a broken arm holding a pot and drinking wine attracted the attention of many tea drinkers on the west side, who were amazed.
The one-armed young man who just raised his head to pour the wine ignored him, letting the light yellow color and fragrant wine overflow his mouth and nose, and washed his face and hair.
He has nothing left.
The beloved sword was lost.
The middle-grade Qi practitioner was deflated.
The proud and high-spirited face was gone.
The young man was only left with the wine poured into his esophagus and stomach bag.
And the dream of being tossed around later.
"The candle in the snow...you are so cruel..."
He seemed to mumble, but unfortunately he choked on the drink and coughed crazily. His stomach suddenly seemed to be scratched by a big hand, and all the drink spurted out, soaking the table with vomit.
The one-armed young man was lying on the table, with his dirty face flat on the table. From time to time, he spit out some acidic water like water arrows from his mouth, like a stranded goldfish on the verge of death.
But this is the stomach bag twitching, it's just a natural physiological reaction.
When the diners and tea guests around him saw this, they looked at him with disdain and did not pay attention to this kind of rotten drunkard. There were many such people every day in the Western Market beside Penglang Watana.
The one-armed young man lying on the table used his free left hand to reach down and fish out the remaining pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine. Unfortunately, when he coughed just now, the pot of wine was kicked over by his right foot and rolled far away.
Where can I catch it with short hands?
The young man with the corners of his mouth turned downwards, his side face facing the direction of Chang'an while lying on the table, murmuring:
"Vomit... wine... my wine... sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed... sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed... sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed stuffed with sweet-scented osmanthus..."
His name is Ajie, and he is a swordsman.
Come from Chang'an and go to Yunmeng Jianze.
Asking for a sword in a valley full of peach blossoms.
In front of hundreds of sword cultivators from the ten realms of the world, he was trampled under the feet of a Wuyue female cultivator named Xuezhongzhu, and was severely humiliated.
Later, he was kicked off the high platform like garbage and his sword was confiscated.
Become the target of this Yunmeng female queen who is more powerful than the edge of a sword to establish her power and fame.
In the corner of the lobby on the first floor of Yunshui Pavilion, a drunken young man singing Chang'an ballads suddenly murmured:
“…Osmanthus Lady…Osmanthus Lady makes sweet-scented osmanthus wine…eh…where’s the sword…where’s my sword…”
…
The young magistrate who returned to the window on the second floor did not know that his private money coins had been exchanged for two cans of Yunshuige's signature osmanthus brew.
When he returned to the table, his first words were to say sternly to Yan Liulang:
"We will expand the Beitian Nursing Home in Donglin Temple later. The county government should provide more support. There are still many homeless and disabled people in Longcheng."
Yan Liulang, who was looking at the beautiful scenery of the ancient ferry at sunset outside the window, was stunned and nodded, "Ah, okay, Mingfu, I will go back and contact Donglin Temple."
"Okay, let's not talk about business anymore."
Ouyang Rong nodded, looked at the dishes on the table in front of him, took out a pair of chopsticks, and said with a smile:
"Don't wait for me, eat quickly, eat with chopsticks, you're welcome."
Except for Liu Ashan who was silent and very obedient, picking up his chopsticks and picking up vegetables, Yan Liulang and Su Dalang looked at each other. The former said with a look of despair:
"Mingfu, I didn't wait for you, we just tasted it, it was too... too spicy."
The two swallowed.
My mouth can handle it, but Ju doesn't agree with it.
Ouyang Rong laughed, "I'm afraid of the spiciness. Well, you can't do it."
He glanced at the dishes on the table.
Unexpectedly, this Yunshui Pavilion still has some familiar dishes from my hometown.
Ouyang Rong sniffed it, and it seemed to be OK. It looked decent, with good color, fragrance and taste.
However, there are no chili peppers in this world, and spicy dishes are made with Sichuan peppercorns, peppers, Vietnamese peppers, etc.
So, that’s it?
It's just a little spicy, nothing worth mentioning.
"Then you can order some more light dishes, and I'll take care of them."
The young county magistrate, whose mouth has become quiet in the past two months, shook his head slightly and gave a calm order.
"It's okay. Let's order a slightly spicy dish. Brother Lianghan can eat it too."
Ouyang Rong shook his head, without raising his eyelids, and said indifferently:
"My recipes only include extra spicy and non-spicy. Mild spicy is just a clever excuse."
"..." Su Dalang and Yan Liulang.
Then, under the awed gazes of the three people across from him, Ouyang Rongshi took a bowl of spicy soup, tilted the corner of his mouth, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.
Well, it’s time to show off some real skills... Holy shit!
The crooked smile on someone's lips suddenly solidified.
Yan Liulang, Su Dalang, Liu Ashan, as well as the guests and maids at several tables next to him who were attracted by Ouyang Rong's domineering speech, all looked at him with curious faces and careful attention as he paused in his movements.
Ouyang Rong silently put down the half-full bowl of spicy soup, looked at everyone for a while, and swallowed quietly.
His mouth trembled slightly, but he tried his best to suppress the twitching corners of his mouth.
Blinking quickly, he smiled stiffly with facial muscles, lowered his voice and spoke:
"It's... not bad, no... nothing more than that."
Then under the increasingly weird looks from everyone, the young county magistrate puffed up his cheeks again and went to pick up a few other dishes with chopsticks. As a result, he became more and more silent as he ate. In the end, everyone around him could hear the "hiss" sound. gasps.
Just listening to this sound made melon-eaters feel thirsty and spicy in their mouths.
"How about forgetting it..."
Yan Liulang and others hesitated to speak. Ouyang Rong glared at them and then shut up.
Ouyang Rong took a few chopsticks in disbelief, but after eating, he couldn't help turning his head and said in a hoarse voice:
"Come here, get...get some cold rice."
"..." Everyone.
Ouyang Rong turned around with a forced smile on his face: "Let's order a few dishes of slightly spicy food for you... you guys can eat."
Yan Liulang, Su Dalang and others nodded quickly and went to call the maid to add more dishes.
Ouyang Rong slapped away the glass of warm water that Yan Liulang was so kindly handed to him, glared at him, and then took a sip of cold water from the water bag that Ashan carried with him.
The young county magistrate, who unfortunately added another flavor to the menu, let out a long sigh of relief.
He looked at the table of dishes with complicated eyes. Good guy, this Yunshuilou chef has something up his sleeve.
He actually met his opponent in chess.
Not long after, new mildly spicy dishes were finally delivered.
Everyone moved their chopsticks again.
Hmm, this is Nanlong's hometown cuisine... Could it be that he's from the same hometown?
Ouyang Rong, Yan Liulang and others, who had regained their composure, ate with gusto and couldn't help but think to themselves.
After tea and rice were full, Ouyang Rong took the lead to put down his chopsticks. Just as he was about to start a business exchange, his body suddenly stiffened and he couldn't help but look around, his face seemed to be confused...
But soon, he calmed down his expression, continued to pick up his chopsticks, and stared at the half plate of leftovers in front of him without saying a word.
Yan Liulang and Su Dalang were immersed in eating rice and didn't notice.
Only Liu Ashan turned his head to look at the old man who was acting a little strange, but he seemed to be used to him being distracted while eating, so the dull man looked away.
Only Ouyang Rong knew that he was not in a daze at the moment, but...a little confused.
Because there is a vibrating egg in my mind... No, it's the blessing bell that's starting to tremble again.
It’s a new blessing!
Moreover, the tumbling purple shadow in front of him and the trembling and moaning of the bell were much more violent than last time.
It seems that a lot of merit has been consumed...
Coming! Sorry, I couldn't help but code a little more, it's a little late... Ahem, shamelessly asking for a vote. Good night everyone!
(End of chapter)
