On the morning mist-shrouded streets, Yang Qiu carried a small suitcase and walked like a wandering spirit.

The bustling crowd did not make him feel a trace of comfort.

The clouds in the sky, the bare trees, the snow on the roofs, the lonely people......

Yang Qiu was very annoyed, he couldn't imagine that his previous angry actions would bring endless disasters to himself and his family.

If you can't give up, you have to give up.

What has been lost, can it be safe......

All possibilities are hidden in the fog, but in this fog, how many succubus obstacles are there.

"Fortune Tavern ......"

Yang Qiu was walking, and suddenly smelled the aroma of wine, and hurriedly looked sideways.

I saw an inconspicuous shop, with a slow white air, coming out of the crack in the door......

Yang Qiu suddenly wanted to drink.

How to solve the worries, only Du Kang.

Opening the creaking door, Yang Qiu saw that in the simple store, there were three or two individual customers drinking and eating side dishes.

The winter in the Northeast is particularly cold, since ancient times, the Northeast people go up the mountain to hunt roe deer and pheasants, and tigers to grab food to eat, how to resist the biting cold, it depends on the liquor in this pot.

Older people in the Northeast can drink regardless of the season, let alone morning and evening......

Drink a glass of liquor in the morning, and your chest socket will be hot all day.

With the development of the times, most urban people gradually abandoned this unhealthy habit.

But the old man in the countryside, or some of the frustrated people in the city, is still accustomed to drinking him two taels at breakfast.

Legend has it that people who drink in the morning have a story......

I don't know if anyone else has it, but Yang Qiu has it at the moment.

"Boss, have a glass of pure grain wine!"

Yang Qiu sat in the corner, put the suitcase on the chair next to him, and said to the middle-aged man and woman who were busy in the kitchen behind the blackened white curtain in front of him.

"Okay, right away!"

A white-faced man wearing a short padded jacket and a white apron pinned to his waist walked out with a smile on the curtain.

Yang Qiu saw him grab the not-so-clean white apron, wipe his wet hands, and then reached out and took out a glass from the bar.

There are three jars of wine on the bar in turn.

"This red is Schisandra, this yellow is ginseng wine, and this white is our store's special fox lanmeng wine!"

The boss proudly introduced the three jars of loose liquor in front of him, "Brother, which one do you want to drink?"

"Fox Fence ...... What is it, I've heard of Foxpen, it's a place name, not far from my hometown......"

"Then haven't you heard of the local fox pen Mengjiu? The first time I drank it, I advised my brother to drink less, if you drink too much of this wine, people are easy to get confused, haha!"

Listening to the boss say this, Yang Qiu was interested in his heart, and shouted for the boss to call for a cup to taste.

After a while, the boss called a glass of wine and put it in front of Yang Qiu.

Yang Qiu casually ordered a plate of fried peanuts and a plate of spicy cabbage.

After the boss prepared all the side dishes, he went back to the kitchen and continued to work.

Yang Qiu raised his glass and sniffed it, convinced that the aroma of Fang Cai's wine was emanating from this one.

He opened his mouth and took a sip, this little smell of liquor, as soon as it touched the tip of his tongue, it wrapped around his entire tongue like a fire dragon......

Swallow the wine, from the esophagus to the stomach, everywhere you go, it feels extremely warm.

A good cup of "Fox Fence Meng", the end is a mouthful!

Yang Qiu drank and ate vegetables at the same time, but he felt much more comfortable, and he left all his worries out of the sky for a while.

"Young man, how boring it is to drink by yourself, let's have a drink together?"

Yang Qiu suddenly heard someone talking, and looked back.

But at the door, a down-and-out old man wearing a small hat, full of white hair, and the tip of his nose was red, smiling at himself with his yellow teeth open.