Huhu...
There is a cold wind and snow outside, and a fire is burning inside.
"Tsk, tsk, I don't know how many people will freeze to death tonight."
The old man in the room shook his head slightly, as if he was used to it.
Auspicious snow heralds a good year, this saying must be placed in a time of peace and prosperity.
Nowadays, there are treacherous ministers in power within the Great Qian dynasty, who wantonly plunder the people's fat and anointing, while there are powerful enemies outside who are eyeing the enemy and imprisoning the borders.
The people are in dire straits and are homeless. This heavy snowfall will bury many homeless people.
But these have nothing to do with the old man, he just sighed.
Each family sweeps the snow in front of their own door, but they don't care about the frost on other people's tiles.
You have your own house, as long as you are not the one who freezes to death.
You can even enjoy a glass of wine to warm yourself up.
The old man swallowed his saliva, turned to the young man warming himself by the stove and said, "Sheng'er, go to the host's wine shop to buy some wine and a plate of fried peanuts."
The young man with his eyes closed looked surprised, "Old man, aren't you usually reluctant to part with this money?"
The snow is falling, and wine can warm the body, so it is relatively expensive in this season. Even muddy wine mixed with water can cost fifty cash per pot, which is half a fortune.
Not to mention fried peanuts, which require a lot of oil. In this era of low productivity, a plate can be sold for thirty cents.
Even with the current internal and external troubles and inflation, a pancake that can satisfy ordinary people only costs three pennies.
As for the two of them, if they are lucky one day and have the support of noble people, they can make a lot of money. If they are unlucky... Habei Feng.
"Hehe, just like what you said, Sheng'er, the most painful thing in the world is when a person dies and the money is not spent. After a lifetime of suffering, why can't you enjoy it? I won't save today."
The old man chuckled and took out a bunch of money from his crotch.
"Old man, you're not hiding money in your crotch again, are you?"
When the young man opened his eyes, his retinas were all gray and his pupils were not dark.
Yes, he is blind, and it is obvious from the two scars on his eyebrows that it was a man-made disaster.
Although he was blind, his nose was still very sensitive. He could smell the smell of the money from a few meters away.
"Hey, don't show off your wealth. You melon boy, you are so clean and do everything. Anyway, it is all for others. Go quickly, I will let you eat more later."
The old man said dissatisfied.
His adopted grandson is good at everything, but he loves to be clean. Even in the cold winter, he still has to take a bath every now and then.
"Okay, I rarely see you spending money, but today I can't spoil your elegance."
The young man stretched out a tree branch and said with some disgust: "Tie the money on it."
In addition to the basic necessities of life, all the money they earned was saved by the old man, under the pretext that he wanted to find a wife for his grandson.
But the young man knew that he was a blind man with no power or money. When the old man closed his eyes and kicked his legs, who would push his girl into the fire pit?
and……
He touched the scar on his brow bone with a stern look on his face.
"It's tied up, let's go."
The old man's cheerful voice interrupted the young man's thoughts.
"Okay, let's go. It's snowy and I'm asking a blind man to drink. You're so cruel."
The young man picked up his crutch, fumbled and hung the wine-making gourd on the wall around his waist, put on his raincoat and bamboo hat, and went out in the wind and snow.
He had walked this road hundreds of times and was already familiar with it.
"You brat, you didn't close the door either."
The old man looked at the young man's retreating back and smiled and cursed, then closed the door with great effort. After breathing for a while, his sallow face turned a little red. Perhaps he thought of the food and wine he had had for a while, and he couldn't wait.
"Waiter, warm up the pot of wine."
The young man came to the town's wine shop, which was also his usual place of work.
On weekdays, one plays the erhu and the other sings, and the reward they get is divided 30/70 between them and the owner of the wine shop, 70% of which still belongs to him.
Who told this to be the only wine shop in town?
It's been snowing so hard these days that most of the guests bought wine and went home to lie in bed. The two of them simply stayed in the house. They couldn't make much money anyway. If they caught a cold, the soup and medicine would be expensive.
"Ah, it's Chen Sheng. Are you making wine for your father? Give me the wine gourd, and I'll sift the wine for you."
The waiter who was dozing in front of the counter was woken up. He thought it was the boss who came to inspect, but he was relieved when he saw it was a young man.
"Here's the wine gourd for you, don't add water to it for me. If you want another plate of fried peanuts, don't worry."
The boy said.
He has been working in this wine shop for several years and knows the tricks of the trade.
"Don't worry, I know you have a good nose, so we won't trick anyone else."
The waiter waved his hand, poured out a pot of wine, and went to the kitchen to warm it.
The young man rubbed his blind cane, which was coiled up completely, and felt deeply in his heart.
It has been ten years since he traveled to this feudal world.
The young man's name is Chen Sheng. He is a time traveler and a soul traveler. According to all the online articles he has read in his previous life, he is the most unlucky person among the many time travellers.
The soul travels through this feudal world, so he has this name. I don’t want to say that he is a prince, general, and prime minister, but you can at least give him the status of a commoner. If you are poor, he will recognize it. It is not impossible to be a beggar. Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang still had dinner.
But what kind of trouble is a five-year-old blind boy who is going to die at the beginning?
Fortunately, the old man picked it up, otherwise it would have become meat in the mouths of wild dogs.
After a while.
"Here comes the wine, here's the fried peanuts."
The waiter handed the wine gourd and fried peanuts wrapped in straw paper to Chen Sheng, turned around and left.
"etc!"
Chen Sheng grabbed the waiter's wrist.
"What are you doing? I didn't mix the wine with water."
The waiter looked panicked and tried to break free from Chen Sheng's hand.
But Chen Sheng's hands were like pliers, tightly clamping his wrist.
"Although the wine was not mixed with it, I got a lot of peanuts."
Chen Sheng patted the straw paper bag.
There is a certain amount of fried peanuts. Use a small sharp-edged shovel to fill a bucketful of fried peanuts. It should be as much as it should be. Even if it loses moisture during frying, it should not be so short.
"Should you take it out yourself, or should I tell my boss that your hands are dirty?"
"No, no, no, but don't tell my boss."
The waiter begged repeatedly and returned the two ounces of the little sharp-horned Dendrobium to its original owner.
The boss hates the dirty hands and feet of people working under him. If he finds out, he will definitely lose the job.
In these days of war and chaos, it was hard to find a living.
"Watch your greedy mouth, otherwise my boss will find out sooner or later."
Chen Sheng paid, picked up the food, turned around and strode away.
The waiter scratched his head, widened his eyes, and looked at Chen Sheng who was walking like flying with some disbelief.
"Is this really blind or fake? He can walk a little more smoothly than normal people."
