At the foot of Jishi Mountain, there is a Shimen Town. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There is a Yellow River outside the town, which flows all year round.

The proprietress of the town's tavern, Widow Stone, and her only daughter, Stony Creek, depend on each other.

"Xixi, you dead girl, where did you die?"

The stone widow stood in the courtyard of the tavern and roared so loudly that the birds in the trees flew away.

A little girl about ten years old poked her head out of the roof and said crisply, "Mother, I'm here!"

The stone widow gave her beloved daughter a blank look, "Dead girl, don't run up to the roof at every turn, come down and work for me! I'm going out, you come down and look at the store!"

There are not many people in Shimen Town, and although there is only one tavern, business is not good.

There are few people who are willing to spend money to eat and drink, and after eating, more than half of them are in debt.

Probably for this orphan and widow, there is no man to protect him.

Widow Shi is also a powerful person, and she gave up her face to support her mother and son.

Although she is fierce all day long, Xiaoxi is not afraid of her at all.

This widow, facing her daughter, is a knife-mouthed, tofu-hearted.

In front of outsiders, that's really out of the box.

Because the reputation of the stone widow is not very good, except for the people who come to drink, there is no one in the whole town who has a private relationship with them.

Especially the women who have husbands in the town, looking at the stone widow's eyes, always carrying knives.

Although in this era, sisters work together as one husband, one daughter marries two husbands, and lives at will without marrying or marrying, there are all kinds of things. But the widow has a very hard temper, and she clearly wants to set up an archway when she is a/son, which makes many women unaccustomed to it.

This is an ancient world that has not yet escaped the influence of matriarchal society, and it is also a place where the brook is suddenly thrown over.

Primitive couldn't be more primitive, and magically couldn't be more magical.

How does the brook know about these wonders?

The stone widow's family runs a tavern, and if there is wine, there must be food.

The stream jumped from the roof to the ground, and in the water tank in the center of the yard, the strange fish with one eye swam in the water, making a vomiting sound from time to time.

The brook looked at it calmly.

You know, when the stone widow first brought it back, it scared her a lot.

The stone widow told her that it was called a thin fish, and that its appearance meant that there was a great drought in the world.

Then the stone widow filled all the containers she could find with water and dug a cellar to store water.

It's no joke, no water, where is the wine, no wine, where is the tavern.

The stone widow doesn't care about anything else, the movement of this thin fish is the most concerned.

Xiaoxi thought about the surging Yellow River outside the town that was dozens of feet wide and could not be seen at the end of the head, but he didn't think so.

It wasn't until later that the water level of the Yellow River continued to drop, and in the end, although it did not completely stop flowing, only the water in the center of the river was less than a foot deep.

People within a radius of 100 miles of Jishi Mountain pointed to the water to live, and many people died because of the water.

And because of the foresight of the stone widow, the mother and son only had to close the door and wait for the drought to pass.

It was only then that Xiaoxi really admired the Rising Stone Widow, so she asked, "Mother, why don't you take this opportunity to sell the wine at a higher price?

The stone widow stretched out her hand and twisted Xiaoxi's arm fiercely, and said, "You dead girl, do you think your mother has given you a hard time?"

"Hey, hey, no! Mother, it hurts!"

The stone widow often scolds and loves Xiaoxi, and no matter how agile Xiaoxi is, he can't avoid the claws of the stone widow.

After twisting the brook around, the stone widow pulled it into the house, closed the door, and said in a low voice: "We orphans and widows can't be heroes, and we can't dream of wealth and wealth. ”

Lo and behold, really a very wise woman, who said that the stone widow looked like a vase and only knew how to sprinkle.

Now eighty percent of the stone widows have gone out to ask for accounts, and if they don't go, when the drought officially comes, those accounts will not come back.

There was not a single guest in the courtyard at this time, and it was still mid-morning, and the sun was hanging obliquely in the sky.

Xiaoxi looked at the thin fish and swallowed her saliva.

The thin fish is tender and best used in stewed soups.

Xiaoxi didn't dare to say anything else, cooking was much better than the stone widow.

Even without complicated condiments and cooking utensils, a ten-year-old girl can make a meal simple and delicious.

She neatly scooped the thin fish out of the water, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "You little thief, give you a grace, and use you to sacrifice to our mother and son's five internal organs temple." ”

The thin fish struggled to make a "vomit" sound, and its tail flicked, splashing the water all over the stream.

Xiaoxi didn't care so much, and rolled up his sleeve with the other hand, intending to take the thin fish to disembowel.

At this time, a voice came from the door: "Shop, do you have any wine?"

"Let you live a little longer!" "Creek tosses the thin fish back into the tank.

One or two, I always like to ask them, "Do you have any wine?"

If you don't have alcohol in a tavern, what else is it selling?

Xiaoxi wiped the water on his hands directly on his clothes and said, "It's coming!"

When she turned to the tavern lobby, a familiar face caught in Brook's eyes.

"Senior brother, ah, no, guest officer, what kind of wine do you want?"

This person not only has a pair of senior brother's eyes, but even the curvature of the corners of his mouth when he smiles is very similar.

But other than that, the person in front of him has nothing else similar to his senior brother.

A green shirt hung empty on his skinny body, his face was pale and green, how could there be a trace of the temperament and demeanor of a senior brother?

When the man saw the brook, he closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, and then he said with a smile on his face, "What wine is the best you have here, well, what wine is the cheapest, bring me a jar." ”

He spread out his hand, and there was only a small piece of bronze knife in his palm.

There are two kinds of money at this time. A kind of gold made like a knife is called a golden knife, which is made by rich people and people of status. The other is the bronze knife made by the poor.

The bronze knife is divided into three sizes, and the bronze knife in this person's hand is naturally the smallest one.

Buy a jug of wine, that's... Dreaming, giving him a small cup is considered charity.

At this time, there are not many people who can make wine, and wine is still a high-end consumer product, and the poor can only come and drink a bowl occasionally.

Xiaoxi didn't take the bronze knife, she didn't have the spicy energy of the stone widow, she only said lightly: "Your money is not enough to buy a bowl." Forget it, I'll treat you to a drink. ”

The person opposite, although he looked down, had a really kind smile, and the light in his eyes was extremely bright.

It's just a glass of wine, and the stone widow will never find out.

Xiaoxi took out a small wine cup, put it on the table, and poured him a cup of the most inferior bamboo leaf green.

He chuckled lowly and put the bronze knife away in his arms.

Without a trace of embarrassment, Da Ma sat on the stool with a golden knife, and slowly tasted the cup of bamboo leaf green. (To be continued.) )