It's freezing cold and there are few people around.
After nightfall, snowflakes began to drift in the sky again.
When it doesn’t snow, wait for it to come.
When it comes, it’s sad again.
I thought I was going to have a good meal and sleep out tonight, but a small restaurant on the side of the road was like a timely help.
The broken flag with the word "wine" swaying in the wind, the hall was brightly lit, and the stable next to it was empty, and it seemed that no guests were coming.
He wasn't afraid that it was a black shop. With the sword in Jiang Yuntian's hand, the bandits would turn into local chickens.
Jiang Yuntian pushed open the door of the tavern and shouted at the top of his voice:
"Boy, please warm up a pot of wine to ward off the cold!"
Unexpectedly, before they could cross the threshold, a man in civilian clothes wearing a cotton-padded jacket hurriedly walked out of the counter, stopped them sideways, and apologized: "Hey, sir, I'm sorry, we are not welcoming guests tonight. .”
In addition to the shopkeeper and two young waiters, the inn has four tables, which are quite simple, but the tables are filled with dishes, including wine and meat, which are quite rich.
Jiang Yuntian was unhappy. He pointed to the flags on the pole outside the house and said, "You opened the restaurant on the roadside and said you didn't want to welcome guests. You are just having fun!"
After saying that, he went into the house.
The shopkeeper refused to let in and explained: "No, sir, it's midnight tonight and we don't accept outsiders. You'd better go somewhere else to shop."
Jiang Yuntian raised his eyebrows, "You are setting out so many food and drinks, so someone in your family has died, and the first seven souls are here tonight?"
The shopkeeper immediately lost his composure and said, "Sir, how can you say such unlucky words? Tonight is the seventh day. The seventh, seventeenth and twenty-seventh of every month are all days when the Ma family's caravan passes by. You want to stay overnight in our small shop. If you come a day later, I will entertain you. We have reserved the place."
"Oh! Why don't you know how to adapt? On this snowy night, there is no other place to stay, and there are not many of us. How about you take a guest room and stay there?"
"No, no! There are only a few rooms in the shop, how can we squeeze them out? You'd better not embarrass us. There is an earthen cottage two miles ahead. Where can we get shelter from the wind and snow——"
"Damn it, you asked me to work in a brothel!"
Jiang Yuntian grabbed the shopkeeper's collar, raised his sword high, glared and said, "Do you want to test whether my sword is sharp?"
When the two boys saw this, they each pulled out a wooden stick from the counter. The shopkeeper was not afraid and gritted his teeth and said:
"Sir, do you know why I am the only one within a few dozen miles that dares to open a store like this? I'm not even afraid of Japanese pirates, and I'm not afraid of you either!"
"Hey! Still a tough guy -"
If Jiang Yuntian takes action, where can anyone survive?
Before he could draw his sword, Song Che took a piece of silver, waved it in front of the shopkeeper's eyes, and said with a smile:
"As the saying goes, a good restaurant doesn't sweep away customers. Shopkeeper, do you think this will work? Add a small table and cook three bowls of beef noodles for us. Let's eat first. If people from the Ma family come, talk to them first. Just a reminder, if they agree we will stay, if not we will leave.”
Who can have trouble with money?
The shopkeeper grabbed the silver and muttered: "There is no more beef. Do you want to eat only plain noodles?"
Song Che pointed to the carriage outside the house and smiled: "Horses are also vegetarian."
The waiter brought a small table and set it in the corner, and the three of them sat down.
"Damn it, five taels of silver, three bowls of plain noodles, what's the difference between robbing and stealing?" Jiang Yuntian felt unhappy as he stared at the sumptuous food and wine on the table next to him.
Song Che said: "After all, I arranged the place first. In this cold weather, it would be nice to have something warm to eat."
"Who is this Ma family? Taizhou is no better than Chuzhou. There are still Japanese pirates roaming around. They still dare to do business at night, with four tables of food and wine, and there are about twenty people, right? Aren't you afraid of being robbed for such a large caravan? "
Jiang Yuntian's doubts were also Song Che's doubts.
"I am also very curious."
Soon, the steaming hot noodles were served on the table. There was really no meat and very little oil.
Coco took out the dried meat from the bag and divided it into two portions and threw them into Jiang Yuntian and Song Che's bowls. It could also be considered a meat dish.
"Xiao Nizi, how old are you this year?" Jiang Yuntian asked.
Coco said: "Twelve years old."
"This is the age when the body grows. You have to know that if a woman doesn't take care of herself at this age, she won't be able to grow in the future. If a woman is flat, she probably won't be able to pick a good man."
Jiang Yuntian smiled and threw the dried meat into Coco's bowl.
Coco might not understand very well, but she still gave Jiang Yuntian a blank look: "You are the most annoying."
Song Che laughed and gave the dried meat in the bowl to Coco.
Coco blushed and said, "Sir, you are the best."
If the mother-in-law hadn't been thinking about having a grandson, Song Che would actually prefer a daughter.
When I think of my family, my thoughts can't help but drift thousands of miles away. The Chinese New Year will be celebrated in more than a month. I wonder if I can still catch up with the reunion dinner after this is over.
"Uh-"
The door was pushed open.
"Huhuhu..."
As the wind and snow blew into the inn, a group of men wearing mink velvets burst in, huffing and puffing. The leader was about thirty years old, with scars on his face from the corners of his eyes to his chin. His eyes showed a trace of cruelty, and he held a knife. The buckle sword can be described as "rough".
The other men also carried swords. Their already strong bodies were wrapped in thick cotton-padded jackets, and the living room instantly became smaller.
If it weren't for the carriages and horses parked outside the door, I would be more willing to believe which gang they were.
"Hey, Mr. Ma Jiu is here, hurry up... serve hot food and wine!" the shopkeeper greeted enthusiastically.
The waiter brought several large jars of steaming soju. The scarred man didn't wait for the wine to be served on the table. He took the wine and took a few big mouthfuls. Then he shouted: "Refreshing!" Then he put the jar of wine on the table and grabbed it. Then he stuffed the beef into his mouth, eating it like a madman.
The other men were similar, devouring food like a starving ghost reincarnated.
The clear soup and watery plain noodles in Song Che's and others' hands instantly lost their aroma.
"The waiter!"
Jiang Yuntian greeted loudly: "I'm also thirsty, please quickly bring me some shochu!"
The waiter lowered his voice and said, "Sir, the wine is sold out..."
"Then what did they drink? Was it urine?" Jiang Yuntian asked, pointing to the scarred face at the table next to him who was drinking happily.
"snort!"
The scarred man slammed the table, but grabbed the shopkeeper and asked: "Ding Er, we don't accept guests every week, where did these idlers come from?"
The shopkeeper hesitated to explain: "Jiu Ye, he... they are... the sharpshooters, and they will leave soon -"
"Snapped!"
Before he could finish speaking, the scarred man slapped the shopkeeper twice, and cursed loudly: "It's something that doesn't have a long memory. I'm doing a big business. The world is so chaotic. What if someone with bad intentions takes care of it?" manage?"
The shopkeeper covered his face and looked at Song Che aggrievedly: "Your Majesty? The horse has been fed. You'd better leave quickly..."
Jiang Yuntian grabbed the sword!
The men held their swords one after another!
