The prancing horse whipped, the north wind was like a knife, and the snowflakes were like mats. From Dengju to Jeju, in the middle of winter, we hurriedly and slowly arrived, and we finally arrived.
The weather was really cold, and Zou Run, who had always prided himself on being strong, couldn't bear it anymore. Not to mention the two attendants behind him, they were already shaky on their horses.
"I can't rush any longer. I've lost my way in this heavy snowy day. I've been walking with my head down for three days in a row. I don't know where I'm going. Fortunately, there's a hotel in front of me, so I can take a rest there and think about it again. "
Zou Run said hello, and the three of them drove their horses forward. When they arrived at the door of the wine shop, a waiter came up to catch the horses and moved them to the back trough, not to mention feeding them water and food.
Zou Run walked into the store and was about to take a seat when he saw a poem inscribed on the wall of the hotel. Zou Run's heart moved and he went up to take a look.
Lin Chong is the most honest and honest man.
The rivers and lakes are full of news, and heroes are gathered generously.
His life experience is tragic, his fame and fortune are in vain.
If he succeeds in his youth, he will dominate Shandong!
It’s that poem by Lin Chong! An unexpected coincidence actually happened. Zou Run was shaken. He saw that the ink was not dry yet and hurriedly called the bartender to ask.
"Shop, this is one tael of silver. Let me ask you, where is the person who wrote this poem now?"
When the bartender saw that there was no one around, he quickly put the money into his arms and hid it tightly. Then he smiled and said with great sincerity:
"Returning to the guest officer, the poet found a boat early this morning and rowed it to the lake."
Damn it! Missed! What a miss! Wouldn't it be better if I came half a day earlier...
Zou Run sighed sadly, it seems that there is such a fate, but not much...
But now that Lin Chong has already reached Liangshan, it would definitely not be appropriate to catch up directly. Fortunately, in response to these situations, many sets of response plans have been formulated on the road, so although Zou Run felt regretful at this time, he would not lose his composure.
He and two of his men picked up a clean seat and sat down, asking the bartender to serve good wine and food. The bartender got the benefit and saw that Zou Run was very generous and unlike his boss who had no money, so he agreed again and again. After a while, the bartender agreed. All the food and drinks are served.
On a cold day, a large pot of scalded village wine and a large pot of flower cakes, like the best ox and big fat meat, weighing three or four kilograms, plus two green vegetables in winter, are brought on board at once. When the table arrived, it was all steaming hot.
The bartender smiled apologetically and said, "Your Majesty, please use it." He came up to pour wine for Zou Run.
"Second brother, don't be polite. We are all rough people. There is no harm in doing it ourselves."
Zou Run refused with a smile. When the companion heard this, he quickly took the wine bottle. When the bartender saw this, his expression changed and he glanced at the long strip wrapped in cloth lying beside the legs of Zou Run and the others. After saying hello, he went to the back.
After the bartender left, without Zou Run's instructions, the bento beside him took out several silver needles from his body and tried them in the food and wine. After taking a few breaths, he took them out and looked at them. Seeing that the color of the silver needles was as usual, he ordered it towards Zou Run. Nodding, he hid the silver needle close to his body.
The wine on the table was fragrant and the dishes were tempting, but Zou Run still sat calmly and showed no intention of putting down his chopsticks - the silver needle had not changed color, so we could only conclude that it was probably non-toxic, but we could not detect whether there was any sweat medicine.
The other companion stood up, poured himself a large glass of wine, put a dish into his own bowl, ate it all in a few mouthfuls, and then put down his chopsticks again.
There is no doubt that this shop was opened by Liangshan. According to what Zhu Gui said in the original work, "But if a lonely guest comes here and has no money, let him pass. If he has money when he comes here, he will be sweating and numb in the least, and he will be numb in the worst case. As a result, "slicing the fine meat into pieces and frying the fat meat in oil to light the lamp" is definitely not a good place to go. If you are wise, be careful and you will not make a big mistake.
Along the way from Dengzhou to Jeju, Zou Run was like this in all small shops in the wilderness and in secluded places.
The three of them just sat in a daze in front of a table of wine and food. It was not until the tea time passed and the food and wine turned from hot to lukewarm that the companion nodded, indicating that there was no problem. Only then did Zou Run throw off his arms, and wolfed down the food with his two men.
A pot of wine, a large plate of meat, vegetables and steamed buns, the staple food, were all eaten cleanly. They were full of wine and food, and the colors on the faces of the three of them gradually began to turn red. While they were eating, no one came into the hotel, and everything was quiet. It was already noon, and Zou Run was still worried about spending the night in this dark shop.
So he called out to the waiter loudly and asked: "Man, how much does this table of food and wine cost?"
"Come back, sir, just the same amount of money is enough."
"The food and wine are worth the price." Zou Run nodded, took out a piece of broken silver weighing one or two ounces, and said, "This piece of silver is for you. I'll find out more about it from you."
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" The waiter hurriedly collected the money and thanked him without any words. He was just an ordinary guy on the mountain. Zhu Gui was not in the store right now. After paying for the meal with this ingot of silver, the rest could be put into his pocket. He was overjoyed and readily agreed to Zou Run's small request.
"How to get to Shijie Village?"
"After leaving the store, take the main road and head south. There is a small river twenty or thirty miles away. Then turn down the small road and walk a few steps and you will be there."
Zou Run listened carefully, then set off immediately, picked up the package, fetched the horse from the back trough, and followed the route pointed by the man, riding fast.
After walking and asking questions for more than half an hour, the group of three arrived at Shijie Village. Zou Run knocked on a farmhouse and asked where the Ruan brothers lived, and the villagers pointed out a path. Zou Run then slowed down his horse and went to Ruan Xiaoer's house.
After a while, we walked to a place near the lake and water. The snow just stopped. Looking around, we saw that everything was covered in snow. There are dozens of thatched houses on the shore not far away. The thick white snow suppresses the thatched roofs, making the already low thatched houses even more narrow. Zou Run and Bandang are both wearing cloaks, reining in their horses, and are sitting Watch immediately.
A man suddenly came out from behind the thatched hut in the middle. The man was holding a harpoon and looking this way from a distance. Zou Run's heart moved. When he was guessing whether this man was one of the three brothers of the Ruan family, the man suddenly He put his fingers into his mouth and let out a whistle.
I saw seven or eight men walking out from the front and back of the house, each holding a weapon, gathering together, and striding towards this side with great momentum.
"Where did the bird come from! How dare you open my village there?"
The caller was the leader. Hearing the sound, Zou Run quickly dismounted his horse so that he could wait by the roadside. The man rushed forward with seven or eight fishermen. When Zou Run looked around, he saw:
The eyebrows on Zhendou's face were raised, and he punched in all directions. The chest is covered with yellow hair, and the back has two horizontal ribs. His arms have the strength of hundreds of kilograms, and his eyes shoot out tens of thousands of cold lights. People call him Tai Sui, and he is indeed a demon king.
On this snowy day in the twelfth lunar month of winter, this man was only wearing a thin robe. As expected, he looked ferocious and as strong as an ox. It's just that he didn't know which one of the three heroes of the Ruan family this person was. Zou Run thought in his heart and said:
"I wonder which one of the three heroes of the Ruan family is the hero? I went to Zou Run in Dengzhou and took the liberty to visit. I made a lot of troubles and even begged for forgiveness."
