The wind and rain are quietly coming.

Outside, the rain washes away the usual dusty inn sign.

Inside, the kerosene wick was whistling from the wind through the crack in the door. The shopkeeper was playing a game of fill-in-the-numbers in front of the ledger, and a bald head sat in front of a round table not far away, with a roll of straw mats on the bench next to him.

A gray-haired, middle-aged man with a small stature walked down the stairs. He shrugged his shoulders helplessly at the bald head, and then said to the shopkeeper in a lingua franca with a thick northern accent: "Just cut a cooked beef, warm a can of milk, put it in a lunch box, and put it at the door of the official's room upstairs." Give me a bottle of wheat curd, two wine glasses, a piece of meat with oven cakes, and a pot of snail soup. ”

There were three of them, who had stayed the night before, and claimed to be merchants from the Twilight Kingdom. Judging from the customs clearance documents, the middle-aged man's name is Le Zheng Linxia, the bald man's name is Mo Da, and there is also a delicate-looking scholar named Tang Tian, who carried a bamboo basket covered with an oilcloth and has been nesting in the room and has never gone downstairs. They were generous, paying two universal gold coins, demanding that all the guests be removed and the inn chartered, saying that they would only stay for four days at most.

Le Zheng was the shortest of the three, very thin, holding the wine bottle with one hand, and slightly hunched back when walking. Murda, two heads taller than him, with eyes as big as an ox, and broad shoulders and a round waist, was now rambling aimlessly on the wooden table with a short knife. Le Zheng poured wine for him, and he couldn't wait to drink it all.

"Damn, the gelding still thinks he is superior. Murda said indignantly.

"Scolding is scolding, don't be loud. Le Zhenglin whispered, and then filled him with wine, "After all, he is a person in the palace, and he is exquisite, and he can understand if he doesn't want to be at the same table with us." Besides, Shangfeng asked him not to leave the package for a moment, so he naturally didn't dare to slack off. ”

"I think you and I were also well-known figures in the Right Near Army back then, and he was a forbidden lieutenant. Murda lowered her voice visibly after being reminded.

"The people who are written in the book of life and death don't fight for any prestige, at most they will endure it for another day, and when the next family picks them up, we will be free to accept the bonus." Le Zhenglin sighed, "Anyway, this rain is a bit heavy, I don't know if there will be a delay on the way home." He deliberately digressed the subject.

"Did he tell you what the next house was about?" asked Murda.

Le Zhenglin shook his head and said, "I guess he doesn't know that Shangfeng's style of doing things has always been like this." ”

"It's nearly half a day late to the agreed time, so nothing will go wrong. ”

Le Zheng didn't squeak under the forest, and gently knocked the table with the knuckle of his index finger. Moda noticed that the shopkeeper and his son had come from the back kitchen, and his son had gone upstairs with a lunch box, and the shopkeeper walked up to the two with a tray.

"Slow to use. The shopkeeper put down his plate and turned to leave, but was grabbed by Murda's wrist.

The big bull's eye stared at him and said, "We're going to stay one more night and find two more women." ”

The shopkeeper said with a bitter face: "In this ghost weather outside, how can anyone still do business." ”

"Don't worry, when I'm full of food and drink, the rain should stop, and you can go back then. Murda said as she took three silver coins from her trouser pocket and threw them on the table.

"Big brother, let's be honest with you, you made those two women half dead last night, and this matter spread very quickly. There are only a few of them sold in our small place, and if you make it like this, I'm afraid that no one will dare to come to my store in the future. The shopkeeper shook his head.

Murda threw five more silver coins, "A coquettish widow, a poor peasant girl, a gambler or a medicine jar's wife... There is always a shortage of money, and I heard people joke that as long as you Qingyan people are at the right price, even your own mother will sell it. After speaking, he glanced at Le Zhenglin on the other side, and the two of them smiled almost at the same time.

The shopkeeper dared not speak angrily, and the windfall was really exciting, so he took the silver coin head-on, and secretly scolded these two "barbarians" in his heart while laughing. He was about to walk back to the back kitchen quickly, when he heard a loud "clang" at the door.

"There's no room available, let's go somewhere else. The shopkeeper exclaimed.

The heavy rain seemed to dilute the sound, and the people outside the door were still knocking hard.

"Let's go somewhere else... ”

Before the words fell, I only heard a loud "boom", and the two door panels were kicked open at the same time, and the huge impact force directly broke the door bolt and fell to the ground, and the cold wind and rain blew out the two kerosene lamps not far away.

A pair of mud-stained suede straight-leg leather boots stepped in first, and a pair of grim brown eyes appeared under the thunder and lightning. When his other foot crossed the threshold, the swaying light made it possible to see the pale beard on his face. He wore dreadlocks and a dark red turban, thick eyebrows, deep features, a medium build, a black coarse cloth jacket that was already soaking wet, and a scimitar, dagger, and puff hanging from a wide belt around his waist. Followed by four big men with protruding chests and protruding bellies, all of them looked fierce and vicious, and their bodies were also full of weapons.

"I'm sorry everyone, we're closed for the next few days, please move somewhere else. The shopkeeper said cautiously as he could, as he tried his best to squeeze out a smirk.

"Begging for a drink, wait for the rain to stop and leave. In a non-standard lingua franca, he moved over and sat down in a chair. Behind him, a large man pressed a bench against the gate.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper didn't know what to do, and looked at Lezheng under the forest. I saw Le Zhenglin waving his hand lightly and said, "Go and get busy with you." ”

"Wine, yes, locally brewed, I don't know if your red necks are used to drinking it. Le Zheng said as the wine bottle came over. The big men behind the bearded men immediately raised their eyebrows when they heard the word "red neck", and reached out to take out the guy.

The beard poured out calmly, took out a small wine jug from his jacket pocket and put it on the table, and said slowly: "People at sea, life is cheap, don't pick what to drink." ”

Le Zheng was full of him, glanced at the big men behind him and said, "Why don't you come some?"

"They don't have to. The beard took a sip of wine and pursed his lips, "It doesn't taste good, but I've drunk something more unpleasant." ”

"It's so far from the sea that it's too much to come here for a sip of wine. Le Zheng said tentatively.

"I'm picking up a son from Kyushu, in his early thirties. The other inns in the town have not been found, this is the last one, I don't know if you happen to see him. The beard looked at him, and the answer seemed to be already in his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a strange laugh on the beams of the room, like a hand stretched out in the dark, shuttling between the people, gently patting their shoulders from behind, which made people feel creepy.

"Excuse me, haha. A man said, "Your lingua franca isn't very slippery, you mean Childe? Are you sure it's not your father-in-law?" ha." ”

The eyeballs of the downstairs were aimed at the direction where the sound was coming from, and in the dim feet that the light could not reach, it seemed like a squatting person.

Le Zhenglin walked upstairs and ran to Tang Tian's room.

Meda took the straw mat, drew a ring-headed knife from the straw mat, and shouted, "What a person!

"You should be the left-handed swordsman, and the dwarf next to you should be the one with the fist. The person who spoke slowly poked his head out, and it was an ordinary-looking young man with black hair. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, what's the situation with the guys?" he stood up, pointed to the bearded gang and asked, "Haikou, are you planning to transport the 'meat ticket' out of the mainland?"

"Smack!" There was a muffled sound, and the steel ball shot out of the air gun, hitting the young man's chest, only to see him stumble, fall backwards, and fall heavily on the floor.

The bearded man put down the puff in his hand and said, "I guess he's not in the same league as you." ”