As soon as the sun rises, the town called Piaoxue begins to come alive.

It's a town, but it's just a long street, but the sparrows are small and have all the organs. In this endless street, there are pubs, inns, grocery stores, blacksmith shops, etc. It's just dawn, and the streets are already crowded with people, all kinds of shouting, striking, and children's crying sounds, which are endless, making people almost forget that this is a border town away from the hustle and bustle.

Although the town is called Drifting Snow, there is never snow here, only sand. Outside the town is the desert, and inside the desert is yellow sand, the yellow sand is connected with the blue sky, and the blue sky is covered with snow.

The town doesn't snow, but it does snow.

At the moment, the snow is on the second floor of the town tavern.

Piaoxue is the owner of this inn, and it is also the name of this inn.

Piaoxue is a good-looking woman, about thirty years old, with a graceful demeanor.

However, at this moment, there was a faint sadness on this beautiful face, which made her look a little lonely and fragile.

She sat alone by the window, with a delicate jade flask and an equally delicate jade wine glass on the table. There was heat in the flask, and there was heat in the glass.

The jug contains not spirits, but hot tea.

She took a sip of tea, the fragrance of osmanthus rose with the heat, Piaoxue's heart warmed, she suddenly remembered something, she smiled slightly, and the corners of her mouth drew two moving dimples upward. It was only this smile that lasted for a moment, and her face changed back to the lonely and worried look she had before, and she looked down at the crowded streets, as if she was looking for something, as if she was waiting for something.

"Boss, it's windy in the morning, be careful of catching a cold"

An old fellow handed her a coat.

Piaoxue came back to her senses, nodded, took her clothes and draped them on her body, picked up the wine glass on the table, and took a big sip of tea, her fair face immediately turned crimson and faint, as if she was drunk.

Is it true that when people have something on their minds, tea will become as intoxicating as wine?

The old man looked at the drifting snow in a daze, sighed softly, and prepared to turn around and go downstairs.

"Old Song, did Yichen bring wine?" Piaoxue stopped him.

Lao Song stopped, narrowed his small eyes, and looked at the sky outside the window.

"The hour should be near. ”

After a pause, Lao Song said: "Our Fish King Festival in Piaoxue Town is coming, and many foreign merchants who have come to visit have already checked in early, and the wine in the store is starting to be insufficient." It's like yesterday, before the sun set, the wine was already sold out, and some customers thought that we were not selling, and shouted for double the money, telling us to go to the winery and bring it back for them directly. Hey, how can we not make money when we open the door to do business?"

Lao Song stopped, stroked his handful of white goatee, seemed to think of something, and before Piaoxue answered, he said thoughtfully: "Every year for the King of Fish Festival, we will prepare more grain and wine in advance to cope with those days." This year is also prepared in advance as in previous years, it stands to reason that it should be enough, and now there is still half a month before the King of Fish Festival, and Drifting Snow Town is already crowded. I inquired about the other two inns yesterday, and they were all overcrowded, and I heard that there were quite a few people living in the ruined temple outside the town. ”

Piaoxue frowned, she had been restless these days, and when she heard Lao Song say this, her heart began to feel inexplicably uneasy.

She slowly brought herself a cup of tea, picked it up and put it back on the table, her face darkening like a thick fog that would not disperse in the morning.

"What is the difference between these outsiders who have come recently compared to previous years?" After a while, Piaoxue slowly spoke.

"This ......"

Old Song Xiao's eyes closed, his brows furrowed, and he began to try to recall.

"It doesn't seem to be any different, there are three religions and nine streams, and it's the same as in previous years, it's just that there are more people"

When Lao Song saw Piaoxue's expression, he was puzzled in his heart, isn't it a good thing to have more people? Isn't it just hope that we will open an inn, and the guests will come from all directions and make a lot of money?

Piaoxue Town used to be a place where people rarely visited, in addition to the desert around, there was no name, the original sparse and sparse only a few dozen households, because the natural environment is too bad, especially the serious lack of water, everyone is trying to move out, the more people move less and less, almost gone. It wasn't until fifteen years ago that Piaoxue brought a group of people here, and found a huge dark lake called Shuangyue Lake. Under the leadership of Piaoxue, these people built houses near the lake and slowly began to develop. The townspeople are grateful that the snow has come to this barren land and found water and helped them rebuild their homes. In particular, Piaoxue, a woman with a weak appearance, did something that they thought even men could not do, which deeply impressed the local residents, and after everyone discussed, they finally named the town after Piaoxue.

Shuangyue Lake not only helps everyone solve the problem of drinking water for survival, but also it has a variety of fish and shrimp fresh, not only a wide variety, but also a different kind of umami, which is completely incomparable with other places. In this way, more and more people came to visit, and the mayor of Piaoxue Town found that this was a business opportunity and took advantage of this to organize the King of Fish Festival, so as to attract more people to come. Since then, the town of Drifting Snow has begun to develop in a similar way, but because of its location in the remote area of the state, the transportation is very inconvenient, and it is still dwarfed by ordinary towns, but at least it can be self-sufficient, not as barren as before.

The King of Fish Festival in Piaoxue Town starts from March 12 to 39 every year, a full five days. During the period, there are activities such as sacrificing the lake, drinking water, and cooking fish. One of the most attractive is the last day of the competition, the king of fish, the contestants have a stick of incense to go to the lake to fish, and the last person who catches the biggest fish wins.

In fact, there are not many guests at the Drifting Snow Inn all year round, who would have nothing to do with this place where birds don't? Usually it is mainly fishmongers from other places, buying some fresh water or dried fish, and the Drifting Snow Inn can barely maintain its expenses. The guys in the store look forward to the stars and the moon to look forward to the King of Fish Festival, and these admiring guests are usually relatively wealthy, otherwise they would not have traveled here for days for this craving. These out-of-town guests are generous, and they are happy to come here, as long as the guys in the store are considerate and patted on the back, they will naturally reward money.

For this, Lao Song is deeply aware that as long as the guests enter the door, regardless of men, women and children, they will serve you happily. Don't look at him over half a hundred years old, his appearance is not good, this coaxes people one after another.

Suddenly, a fragrance wafted in, Lao Song inhaled sharply with his nose, his eyes lit up, he clapped his hands happily, and shouted: "Master, Yichen's wine is here!"

Piaoxue seemed to be infected by Lao Song's happy mood, and the haze on his face was swept away. This kind of joy from the heart makes her feel like a spring breeze, like a dead tree in spring, lighting up the light in the dark night.

"You go down first, and I'll come later. ”

"Well, in charge. Before he finished speaking, Lao Song had already run downstairs with a smoke, and almost bumped into a diner who got up.

Piaoxue picked up the wine glass she had just put down and drank all the tea in the cup, she took a deep breath, unwilling to let go of a wisp of aroma.