I just thought about it for countless days and spent countless thoughts on it.
The woman in a red coat did not expect that the owner of Xianlai Wine Shop would be a twelve-year-old boy.
It was windy and snowy outside, and even she had to wear a leather jacket to withstand the long cold winter, but the young man in front of her was still wearing a snow-like gown.
After some emotion, he couldn't help but look at the old man who was wearing the same clothes as himself and asked: "Senior, are you abusing children? Isn't it cold in this snowy day?"
The old man laughed, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Would you like a drink? It was just warmed up."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and replied: "Just one cup."
Then he clasped his hands to the woman and said, "Li Xiuyuan, I'm used to this kind of wind and snow. Don't get me wrong."
Seeing the young man being so polite, the woman had no choice but to stand up and pay her debts, and said with a smile: "My name is Qin Xiangyu, and the inn opposite is mine..."
"Qin Shi Meiyu? What a good name."
For some reason, Li Xiuyuan always liked to compare the current Tang Dynasty with Da Qin from time to time, secretly thinking that maybe it was because Da Qin and his party were in a hurry.
When the beautiful woman in front of him announced her family status, his heart seemed to have returned to the snowy Qin Empire.
Qin Xiangyu covered her mouth and smiled: "Oh, I didn't expect Mr. Li to be a scholar."
The old man slowly poured warm spirit wine into the cups of the three of them, took a sip from the cup himself, and said with a smile, "It would be great if I could buy two kilograms of soy sauce beef."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, stood up and walked to the backyard. After a while, he came out with a plate of steaming beef.
He put it on the table and said with a smile: "Just in time, I bought a few kilograms while passing by when I came back."
The old man's eyes lit up, he reached out and took the bowls and chopsticks from the shelf and placed them in front of the three of them. He smiled and said, "This way, it's perfect."
Qin Xiangyu held a glass of spiritual wine and took a sip.
Silently feeling the spring apricot blossoms slowly melting in her mouth, she saw a touch of the artistic conception in the spring breeze in her eyes on this cold day.
Even the spicy alcohol smell is due to this light floral fragrance.
Just like this desolate season, there is a glimmer of life.
After sighing, Qin Xiangyu laughed: "When my inn is repaired, I will set up a small stage in the lobby and invite two actors with good singing skills."
"Whether it's the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter or the bright autumn moon, with a glass of wine in hand and the singing of yah in my ears... do you think a day like that counts as being drunk in the world of mortals?"
Qin Xiangyu asked with a gentle smile: "What do you think of naming my inn Hongchen?"
"Red Dust Inn?"
Li Xiuyuan was taking a sip of spiritual wine and savoring the difference between this year's apricot blossoms and the apricot blossoms of Great Zhou Dynasty, but for no reason he heard Qin Xiangyu's divine words.
He murmured to himself: "When I have free time, I just want to make a pot of tea and laugh at the tears of all the mortal beings... Yes, let's call it the Red Dust Inn."
The old man smiled lightly: "Shopkeeper Qin, you have to ask my young master for a calligraphy to be the signboard of your inn."
Qin Xiangyu laughed and said, "That's what I meant. When will you be free, little shopkeeper, to help me turn these four words into a grand sign?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and replied quietly: "The name you gave is not grand, unless you change the name to Heaven and Earth, it will be about the same."
The old man couldn't help but frowned when he heard it, and added: "This is too big. Mortals are afraid that they will not be lucky enough to bear it. Only the emperor can bear it."
Qin Xiangyu was overjoyed when he heard this, and almost wanted this heaven and earth to be the signboard of the inn.
Unexpectedly, the old man's words were like a bucket of cold water being poured on him. He had no choice but to sigh and said: "Just use Hongchen Inn. You can figure out what to do when the time comes."
Li Xiuyuan glanced at the old man and said nothing.
He turned to Qin Xiangyu and said, "In this case, you have to find a stronger signboard, preferably made of iron and wood."
Qin Xiangyu nodded and replied: "It's okay. When the building is almost ready, I will bother the shopkeeper again."
Since the owner here is Li Xiuyuan, the smart Qin Xiangyu also changed his name in an instant.
Putting down his wine glass, Li Xiuyuan looked at the old man and said, "There's no business on a snowy day, so close the door and let's sit in the backyard. It's too cold here."
Although Li is not afraid of the wind and rain at the moment.
Just seeing Qin Xiangyu, who was wearing a leather jacket, wrapping her body tightly from time to time, Li Xiuyuan finally invited the uninvited guest in front of him into the backyard.
The old man was naturally happy to be quiet and at ease, so he closed the shop door and the three of them moved to the living room in the backyard.
As a pot of charcoal fire burned blazingly, Qin Xiang felt like a spring breeze.
I secretly sighed again and again.
What kind of exquisite heart does it take to make a young man so considerate?
If it weren't for the fact that Li Xiuyuan was still only a twelve-year-old boy before his eyes, if he had been replaced by a guy not much different from himself...
I'm afraid that this small movement can capture a woman's impenetrable heart.
Moving to the living room, Li Xiuyuan boiled a pot of snow water to make tea to entertain guests.
Looking at Qin Xiangyu, he explained: "Compared to drinking, I prefer to make a pot of tea and slowly pass the time in this cold winter."
The old man was afraid that Qin Xiangyu wouldn't understand, so he explained: "My young master doesn't have the ability to drink, and the reason he can do so is because the old man can't live without this hobby."
Qin Xiangyu said it was impossible.
He exclaimed: "How can a shopkeeper who has brewed a jar of fine wine not like drinking? You have really given me a lot of experience."
Li Xiuyuan did not continue to explain, but continued Qin Xiangyu's previous topic.
He said: "Master, you are running an inn. The only people who come and go in the inn are wanderers from the world, merchants traveling to and from the imperial city, as well as some officials from various states and even monks."
"That's right."
Qin Xiangyu smiled: "If the Tang Dynasty opens up the road to the Western Region, I am afraid there will be merchants from outside the region in the future."
Li Xiuyuan smiled and asked, "So, do you want to turn the inn into a restaurant? A tea shop? Or a home where a wanderer can sleep peacefully?"
"Well..."
After hearing what Li Xiuyuan said, Qin Xiangyu was speechless for a moment.
Li Xiu Zhenyuan continued: "If merchants want to entertain banquets, they must go to large restaurants. When small merchants are bored, they will only go to tea shops to listen to gossip."
"As for the gathering of scholars...if the laws of the Tang Dynasty allow it, they should gather in a brothel. You have a good idea of setting up a stage in the inn, but I'm afraid the business won't be too good, right?"
Although these words were a bit harsh, Li Xiuyuan analyzed them carefully for Qin Xiangyu.
In his opinion, the purpose of opening a store is to make money.
If you don't manage it right and spend too much money on useless things, you may not get much benefit in the end.
When Qin Xiangyu heard this, he couldn't help but giggle. His laughter made the flower branches tremble, like a cold plum blooming in the cold winter.
After laughing for a while, he replied: "We still need to build a stage. At worst, I will just find people to sing for me every now and then, depending on my mood..."
"Depends on your mood?" Li Xiuyuan was startled, then smiled.
She thought to herself that this was an interesting woman. Just like herself, she didn't necessarily have to do some of the things she liked every day. If she was in a better mood, that would be fine.
Just like making swords, brewing wine, and playing the harp yourself.
These three things seem to depend on his mood. Brewing is not spring, and he loves brewing or not. At worst, he can hire a few more guys to help the old man.
As for making swords, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it until I leave the Tang Dynasty.
Only playing the piano is not affected by the seasons, it all depends on your current mood.
Thinking of this, he smiled and replied: "I also like to look at my mood when doing things. In this case, I will no longer worry about the inn for Shopkeeper Qin."
The old man frowned slightly, feeling that this was Li Xiuyuan's true temperament.
When you are in a good mood, you can brew a pot of spiritual tea to entertain guests. When you are in a bad mood, even the monks under the snow-capped mountains will not pay attention to it.
Qin Xiangyu was even more surprised when he heard this, as if he had finally found a close friend in the vast sea of people.
He clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Today is in a hurry. Tomorrow I will go to the restaurant to order a table of food and have a drunken time with the young master and my seniors."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "I can only drink three glasses."
The old man laughed and said, "You want to get my princess drunk, but you don't have this chance."
Qin Xiangyu chuckled and sighed quietly as he watched Li Xiuyuan holding the spiritual tea in his hand and slowly falling into the cup like a clear spring in the mountains.
Said: "You are guarding a treasure mountain without enjoying it!"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, picked up a cup of spiritual tea and gently placed it in front of Qin Xiangyu.
He said softly: "Drink tea while it's hot."
The old man didn't speak, he just silently picked up the spiritual tea and blew a breath. He had talked enough today. Maybe Li Xiuyuan didn't like this.
After all, for Li Xiuyuan, it was just his first meeting with Qin Xiangyu.
Qin Xiangyu picked up the spiritual tea in front of him and couldn't help but ask: "You haven't answered my question yet!"
Li Xiuyuan ignored her, just picked up the teacup and took a sip. He looked at the old man and said, "When the winter plum blossoms bloom, let's go to the mountains to live together for a while."
The old man was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Can you enjoy plum blossoms today in winter?"
"Sure."
Li Xiuyuan drank half a cup of spiritual tea, then looked at Qin Xiangyu and said: "I am a person who is afraid of death. As long as I get drunk once, there will be a second time... I am afraid of being hacked to death when I am half drunk. ."
Only the old man understands this.
From the day he met Li Xiuyuan in the prehistoric world, he had never seen Li Xiuyuan drunk.
I thought to myself, it is indeed the case.
Let me ask, who is not afraid of death? Even if he becomes an immortal, he is still afraid of being tricked to death by his companions, let alone a mortal?
But now Li Xiuyuan is not much different from ordinary people.
Qin Xiangyu seemed to understand what Li Xiuyuan said, but at the same time he didn't seem to understand, so he had to quietly take a sip of the spiritual tea in the cup.
Then he stopped talking.
A woman who has traveled all over the world has seen a lot, but for the first time from this cup of spiritual tea, she can taste the bitterness of her journey through the world...
Before she could sigh and complain, a cold plum blossom quietly bloomed in her mouth without any warning.
In an instant, all her hatred for the pain of the past was broken through.
Quietly, feeling the blooming petals in his mouth, Qin Xiangyu couldn't help but ask: "Where does this tea come from?"
Li Xiuyuan replied: "It comes from Tianshan Mountain. I grew it."
…
Beside the cliff on the snow-capped mountains.
The elder of the Discipline Hall of the Buddhist temple at the foot of the mountain and a group of monks have been trapped here for five days and five nights...
The Buddhist practice at the foot of the mountain was blocked, and the Buddhist temple had to be rebuilt in the end. He felt extremely unwilling to do so, so he took hundreds of monks to take a detour of hundreds of miles up the mountain, and asked for an explanation from the young man in the wooden house.
Even the heavy snow could not stop his thoughts.
However, when they reached the snow-capped mountains and were about to go around the wooden house with towering ancient trees, they realized that they were lost.
As I walked back and forth, I was always walking in circles, unable to move forward or back.
No matter how loud they shouted, there was no reply from the boy in the mountain.
For five days, many disciples lost their way and could never return to him.
Less than half of the remaining monks did not dare to explore the road anymore. They gathered together and began a terrifying and long wait, waiting for a miracle to appear in the sky and take them away from the snow-capped mountains.
The wind and snow were flying, and the cold wind was like a knife. After waiting for five whole days, all the dry food I brought with me was eaten up, and all the branches I could find were burned out.
Dozens of monks trapped in the wind and snow, like dying lambs, turned into snowmen, looking at the snow-filled sky.
The elders of the Discipline Hall were even more horrified, feeling as if they were in hell and unable to escape.
Just when the monks were in despair, the flying snow finally stopped, and a golden light fell from the sky...
