The cold northwest fortress, the north wind howling, in the mainland of the Central Plains is still celebrating autumn, people here have already put on thick cotton jackets, the weather here always comes earlier than other places, comes more violently, today is no longer known It's the first snowfall since the beginning of winter. Winter is called winter when all the snowflakes have fallen and the ground is covered with snow. The ground is covered with silvery snow, not even a blade of grass can grow, and it's bone-chillingly cold. It's not an ordinary cold.
Tonight, the sky has turned dark before nightfall. There is a vast expanse of white snow. The sky and the earth are the same color. A strong man in his thirties is walking in the snow. Everywhere he looks is silver. There is a layer of white frost on his eyebrows. He exhales from his mouth. In the thick white fog, the silver iron hook held in the man's hand gave off a faint cold light. It had sharp teeth and blood droplets solidified on it. Suddenly, there was a long-dead roe deer on the hook. There was no blood coming out of the wound. It seemed that It was the cold weather that had already sealed its wounds.
"Bah!" The man spat out a mouthful of ice slag, as if he was dissatisfied with the weather in protest. He was a hunter. In today's crazy weather, the weather turned cold and large animals hid. He finally managed to hunt this one out. Silly roe deer looking for food.
Although he protested and resented the terrible weather, the man was extremely adaptable to such an environment. He could walk quickly in the snow while dragging the roe deer, making a rustling sound as he walked. In front of the man's sight was a low-rise room. The dilapidated small house, with its green smoke curling up, and its bright light like a unique bright light in the snow. If you get closer, you can faintly hear chatter and laughter. It is a wine shop on the road to Hanguan Town in the northwest. There is only one wine shop. If you miss this one, you will have to walk thirty miles to Hanguan Town.
The man couldn't help but walk faster when he heard the voice. He urgently needed to take a sip of hot wine to dispel the cold air and alcohol bugs in his body. The man walked closer and opened the ajar door and walked into the house. His movements were very skillful, as if he had done them all the time. He pushed the door open and entered with a cold wind with northwest characteristics entering the small room, blowing away the turbid air inside and attracting the few drinkers inside. Dissatisfied, someone immediately yelled.
"Zhao Xiangsan, lock him up quickly." A man yelled. Although he was yelling, he didn't seem angry, but he was very skilled with men.
The man Zhao Xiangsan carried the prey into the house and closed the door behind him. No matter how hard he tried, a piece of wood slag was dug out of the dilapidated wooden door. Zhao Xiangsan smiled and said to the boss behind the wine cabinet: "Boss Wu, you are making money." If you don’t practice your skills even though you have so much, look at it, it’s all over my hands.”
The owner of the wine shop, Wu, looked like he was angry, and said loudly with a red face: "Well, Zhao Xiangyang, Zhao Xiangsan, look at a piece falling off every time you come to my door, you have to pay for it. "Although the boss is blushing, he is naturally prone to drinking alcohol. Since he opened a wine shop and the weather is like this, there is no reason not to take a sip of hot wine. Therefore, his face is as red as freshly steamed wine. It’s shrimp.
Boss Wu said that he started to laugh when he looked at the prey in Zhao Xiangsan's hands, and said: "You are still the best. Now you are the only one who can hunt some game this winter. Are you still following the same rules today?"
Boss Wu smiled and praised Zhao Xiangsan. Zhao Xiangsan is also very capable. He doesn’t show off his skills, but he can hunt game every day. He is not the only one who can hunt game this winter, but only Zhao Xiangsan can sell it to his wine shop. Well, even though this wine shop is small and shabby, it is the only road into Hanguang Town. If you miss it, you have to walk another thirty miles. Therefore, merchants who come from north to south will often stop and rest. He supplies supplies here, has a sip of wine, eats some food, and when the weather is good, he can set up a few tables outside, and they are always full. Of course he can make a lot of money, of course in such snowy weather. There are fewer people, and businessmen will not come again until next spring. Now there are only a few old drunkards and regular customers patronizing his wine shop.
Boss Wu cursed the thief in his heart. If he wanted to say who hated this damn winter the most, it had to be him. He had no money to make.
Sure enough, Zhao Xiangsan used his hands hard and threw the roe deer over, saying: "Old rule, give me a hot pot of wine first, I'm about to freeze into ice." Zhao Xiangsan's original name was Zhao Xiangyang. Because he was ranked third, everyone also called him Zhao Xiangyang. Zhao Xiangsan, if things go on like this, few people except his old acquaintance Boss Wu know his real name.
There were five tables in the small room. How could it be full of people in such a damn weather? Zhao Xiangsan took a look. There were three tall and thick men sitting on one table, and two acquaintances who were nearby were sitting on the other table. The old gambler, there was a scarred-faced man sitting at another table with his back turned to him, drinking alone. There were two empty tables. Zhao Xiangsan went straight to the table where the two gamblers sat and sat down. The peanuts started to be eaten.
What can these men talk about together? The topic of conversation for men is always women. One of the gamblers suddenly said: "Hey, have you heard that there is a new star in Hongxiangyuan? I heard that he is a pure husband."
The Hongxiangyuan he was talking about was a brothel in Hanguang Town, and it was also the only brothel.
"I heard that the young woman came from Yangzhou. She is really pretty and can produce water with just a pinch. That's not what the ugly women here can compare to." The man said very excitedly, like It was as if I had seen it with my own eyes, and my mouth was almost watering.
"Quickly pull him down! People from Yangzhou can come to this crappy place like ours." The three men at the other table obviously didn't believe it. "Where is this place, where such a beautiful girl comes here and is frozen."
"Really, really." The gambler said. He was originally very annoyed by this objection, and he was determined to prove that what he was telling the truth through actions, but when he looked at her tall and thick figure, he suddenly stopped. Courage evaporated instantly.
The folk customs in the northwest are very tough, and a disagreement can lead to a full-scale martial arts show. He, a plastic figure with a body of wine, sex and wealth, is killed in seconds. In this place where the sky is high and the emperor is far away, all the officials go home and have their wives and children to sleep on the kang. If he was really beaten, there would really be no reason for him to reason.
It's all in vain, why bother?
"Hey, Zhao Xiangsan, have you heard about it?" The man stopped paying attention to him and turned his attention to Zhao Xiangsan, asking for confirmation.
Zhao Xiangsan took a sip of the scalding hot wine and felt comfortable in his stomach. He was radiating heat all over his body. Such a ghost place was really not a place for people to stay. In response to the man's question, Zhao Xiangsan ignored the man's question and said with a smile: " You are too backward now, and you are still fighting for a woman. If you ask me, I know a good place. That place is really a paradise for men. You can make a lot of money, and it is passionate and exciting. I guarantee you that. Once you go there, you’ll never think about women again.”
Zhao Xiangsan successfully attracted the men in the room with his precious words. What magical place can make money? The man did not want women. This is what the two gamblers thought about; but what the three men thought about was what kind of place can be passionate and exciting. .
