Early in the morning, there were already a lot of people standing in front of the Taiping Ju located outside the city, although some people learned that they were closed today when they decided in advance, but there were also many people who came here temporarily, so it was inevitable to be disappointed when they heard that the business was closed.

"You are all idle, why don't you open the door!"

Such questions rang out from time to time.

"We've got something." The shopkeeper standing in front of the door said, looking a little sad, "Our owner has passed away, and today is the time for their coffins to return to their hometown, and we all have to meet each other." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, many people walked out of the backyard, although they did not wear linen and filial piety, but they all held the mourning brand spirit flag and white flag.

Seeing them come out, the shopkeeper stopped talking to the crowd and ran over to stand in the line.

Sure enough, there was a funeral.

The crowd had no choice but to disperse.

"You're sorry." The shopkeeper bowed down and said, apologetic again and again, while pointing to a few wine jars on the side of the road, and a stack of bowls, "I'm going to drink wine and eat with everyone later, if you have nothing to do, you can eat a bowl." ”

Most of the people who come here to eat don't care about this free bowl of wine, let alone what good it can be.

Some people smiled and shook their heads and left, but not all of them left, some idlers were fine, and some were really greedy to stay, standing on the side of the road and looking at these people curiously.

"Isn't your owner Chen Xianggong?"

"How did your owner pass away?"

"You just said them, do you have several owners? Passed away together? ”

Everyone asked.

"Our hosts are brave in the Northwest Army, and in May, they survived and died with the city in an offensive and defensive battle, and five proprietors died in battle." The shopkeeper said.

The people of Beijing still know about the battle in May. After all, it was a big war. The soldiers who reported the good news shouted throughout the city. In the city, the bell and drum towers, temples and other places also sang a big opera for three days.

It turned out that he died in that battle.

I really didn't expect that the owner of Taipingju would go to the northwest to fight in front of the battle, and he was killed, which really has no other explanation except for serving the country with enthusiasm.

Everyone sighed that with this reason, there were more and more people standing on the side of the road waiting, after all, this is a talking point.

Everyone whispered and looked curiously down the road.

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"Master Fan."

A man stepped forward to salute.

"It's all right."

Fan Jianglin looked ahead, five cars and five coffins were neatly placed on it. The horses that pulled the carts also brought white cloths.

He turned his head again and saw that his wife had also changed her filial piety clothes, and although the baby in his arms was young, it was a set of heavy filial piety, but the child did not know the joy and sorrow, and his face was full of smiles at this time.

Fan Jianglin reached out and hugged the child.

The child babbled and reached out to touch his face.

These days, the baby eats and sleeps with them, and he is already acquainted, and in the baby's heart, these are his parents, and his real parents are told to him even when they grow up. He will never have the slightest impression, the only thing he can remember is just a name.

Fan Jianglin's red eyes were close to the child's face.

The stubble rubbed lightly against the child's face. It was a teasing for the child, and he giggled.

The coffin, the white flag, the sackcloth of Mai, and the laughter of children, this scene has a strange beauty.

Fan Jianglin took a deep breath, hugged the child, and took the spirit flag with one hand.

"Brethren, let's go home." He raised his voice and shouted in a long tone.

With his shout, the entourage who followed around raised the paper money in the basket, fluttering like snow.

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"It's coming, it's coming."

The people in front of the Taiping did not wait long before they heard someone shouting.

At the same time, a horse came galloping.

"The Heroic Spirit Returns, the Heroic Spirit Returns." The man on the horse shouted and galloped forward.

With this shout, the carriage and horses behind slowly appeared in people's sight.

"The owner."

The shopkeeper wailed and knelt down and whimpered.

The men behind him knelt down and whimpered in unison, and another group of people began to scatter paper money.

"Boss, go all the way."

They shouted in unison, elongated and pitched.

The originally noisy crowd quieted down, and their expressions became solemn in the flying paper money, especially when the funeral procession approached, and saw the child in front of him who was held in the arms of the man, although no one introduced him, everyone knew that this was the orphan of one of the five dead people in the car.

Fan Jianglin turned a blind eye to the people worshipping on the side of the road, but just rode on a horse and held the child to look ahead, carrying the spirit flag on his shoulder and fluttering in the wind, and the child in his arms opened his hand and babbled at the spirit flag.

"It's so pathetic." The onlookers couldn't help but sigh, and the women couldn't help but wipe away their tears.

"What kind of soldier is such a rich and employed?"

"Is it a soldier? Isn't it a general? ”

"What kind of general, it's a soldier, he died in vain, and I heard that he didn't even have a reward."

"Oh my God, oh my God, that's too much, isn't it?"

"How did you die in battle? Let's talk about it. ”

The crowd of onlookers began to talk, pointing at the marching procession.

And a few soldiers walking in the team could not hide their surprise.

They already knew that the seven people in Maoyuan Mountain were the owners of a shop in the capital, and they were piled up with gifts during the New Year's holidays, not to mention the dividends once every six months, according to some people, there were tens of thousands of yuan at one time.

Tens of thousands of runs, for the northwest, how many generals have not reached such a net worth.

But many people are still skeptical, after all, with these net worth, who will work hard in front of the battle, leaving the rich and noble man with gold and silver to do nothing, and do not know when to lose his life.

Maybe they just happened to make some windfall in the capital.

At this moment, seeing these greeting people, and the wailing of the neighing host, a few soldiers can be regarded as completely convinced.

That's it.

It looks very good, and there is indeed an industry.

Several soldiers had mixed feelings in their hearts, and they were pity, sadness, and indescribable envy.

This short stretch of time passed quickly. The crowd of mourners, kneeling on the side of the road, stood up. Automatic sorting follows behind the car. The number of white flags has increased a lot, and the flying paper money has become more dense.

The funeral procession departed, and the people by the roadside dispersed.

"Come, come, everyone, please accept the thank you wine." The five people under the Taiping residence said, while starting to hand out bowls to everyone.

Some people answered, and some hesitated.

"This is a wine made by the big owner, and it is not sold to the public. It is unique in the world and is said to be the No. 1 spirit. Someone said, picking up the jar and pausing at this point, "So if the amount of wine is not good, you can taste it lightly." ”

These words made the people who were about to disperse suddenly gather again.

"What nonsense?"

"We didn't talk nonsense, we didn't know what people said, we were just hired to drink freely." The man laughed, reaching out and pushing the lid open.

"It smells so good!"

"Smells good, give me a taste!"

"There are only these two altars. It's gone, it's not for sale. It was specially made by the big proprietors for the proprietors who died. ”

The drinks were poured into large bowls one by one, and many hands reached out to carry them away.

Most people threw their heads up and gulped down.

Suddenly there was a scream.

"It's so strong!"

With a howl, someone fell to the ground with a pop.

"Someone is drunk!"

"Oh my God, no, a bowl of wine will be poured! Don't you know how to drink? ”

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"Here it is, here it is"

Suddenly, someone shouted at the crowd gathered at the gate of the city, which stirred up the crowd that had been waiting for a long time.

The soldiers defending the city also suddenly became nervous.

"Hey, my lord, that's all right, right?" A soldier said in a low voice, while looking at the crowded crowd in front of the city gate, a few cases on the table, and a dozen people holding white flags behind a few cases, among which a flagpole was erected, and the three characters of Yichun Hall fluttered in the wind.

There is no unfamiliar person in the capital of Yichun Hall, that is, the pharmacy where the divine doctor lady was in charge, although the divine doctor lady later disappeared to find the trace, but his family's business has been good, the medicine is good, and the doctor is good, after all, there have been immortals in the place where they have been touched.

What is the origin of this deceased, it has something to do with Yichun Hall.

"No problem, isn't it just that the rich are willing, and the funeral will be more dramatic." The warden said nonchalantly, reaching out and touching the heavy money bag in his sleeve.

These rich people love this false face, isn't there still someone who hires someone to cry at the funeral for dignity, this is to put a sacrifice on the street, and use some free drinks to envelop a group of people who watch the excitement, which is the same as the nature of inviting people to cry and mourn.

"At the feet of the Son of Heaven, in the capital, what can happen."

"The Heroic Spirit Returns, the Heroic Spirit Returns."

The horseman holding the white banner galloped first, and without stopping for a moment, went straight through the city gate and went inside.

With his past, all the people in Yichun Hall, who were originally standing, knelt on the ground with their clothes.

"Let's go!" The shopkeeper of Yichun Hall was the first to shout, leaning over and whimpering.

The guy behind him leaned over and whimpered to meet him, and the attendant who was already waiting with a basket grabbed a handful of paper money and raised it.

Paper money flew and mingled with the paper money in the funeral procession that was approaching.

"So many people died..."

"It's so pathetic..."

"The child is still young, it's so pitiful..."

"How did you die?"

The crowd of onlookers heard a low chatter, watching the chariots and horses in front of them pass by, and from this side, more white banner mourners joined them, standing at the city gate and looking very shocked.

"Sure enough, the pomp and circumstance are big enough." The janitor nodded.

The funeral procession passed quickly, and the prison officer nodded, signaling that he could disperse the crowd at the city gate, but saw that the few people in front of the case who had not yet been withdrawn hugged the wine jar.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is our host's thank-you wine, please eat a bowl."

By the way, these people claimed to invite passers-by to eat and drink for free.

"There are only two jars, which are brewed by the big proprietors, not take-out, unique, the first spirits in the world, everyone should eat less."

The warden laughed.

"Okay, don't forget to do business at the funeral, we really underestimate these businessmen." He said, beckoning everyone, "Go, go, go down and taste this first spirit." ”

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"The owner, the owner..."

The howls of men in the crowd on the street are even more conspicuous.

Two men stood in the middle of the road with a man who was crying and couldn't get up and walk.

Followed by more than a dozen people holding white flags, and the big banner with the words "Immortal Residence" on the side was flying.

"Boss, boss, why did you leave like this? Why did you just leave like this? ”

The man beat his chest and almost fainted, and the two men couldn't hold him up, so they had to let him fall to his knees.

"Who is this man?"

"You don't recognize it, it's the left-handed chef Li Da Spoon of the Immortal Residence."

"Left-handed chef? Is that the chef of the fairy house who makes a good Yusheng? ”

"Let's just say that the cook who broke his right hand and practiced good knife skills with his left hand."

"Yes, yes, it's him, how many people go to the Immortal Residence to ask him to make yusheng, good knife work."

"These people are actually the owners of the Immortal Residence?"

This was immediately refuted.

"Not only the Immortal Residence, but also the Taiping Residence, and the owner of Yichun Hall."

Are the three famous restaurants in Beijing related to it? What are you kidding, that's a lot of money! Will such a wealthy person still die? Death may be dead, but it will definitely not die in front of the battle.

Who is so rich and would play with their lives, fool?

"What are you lying to, I followed all the way to watch the excitement, and these families all set up this sacrifice, and some people followed."

"These three stores turned out to be the same owner!"

The news immediately spread through the streets, causing a commotion among the crowd.

This is big news, the owners behind the three famous stores have always been mysterious, and it has always been speculated but it is impossible to speculate, but I didn't expect a funeral to reveal the mystery.

"Let's see who the big proprietor they are talking about."

The crowds of people in the streets were about to follow the funeral procession that had passed, but they were stopped by someone shouting.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is our host's thank-you wine, please eat a bowl."

"There are only two jars, which are brewed by the big proprietors, not take-out, unique, the first spirits in the world, everyone should eat less."

"What a big deal, what is there to eat in this wine?"

But this time, the voice of doubt was interrupted.

"Give me food, give me food!"

The chaotic sound attracted the attention of everyone here, and saw that there were many people running from that side, all with red faces and shiny eyes, and some of them were staggering, but it did not prevent them from rushing over at great speed, and they were rushing towards the wine bowl.

"It's good wine, it's good wine, it's the best wine in the world."

"Is that really that good?"

"Of course, you go and see, you've drunk countless people along the way! A bowl, a bowl and you're drunk! ”

"Chase it, there's still one over there, chase it over."

The people in it didn't feel anything, they just felt that it was getting more and more crowded, but at this time, the people on both sides of the street were stunned and looked incredulous.

From their point of view, the whole street is crowded, just like the Shangyuan Lantern Festival.

How did it suddenly become so many people?

Why did a mourning procession pass by, and why did the crowd not disperse, but followed it? 、

They couldn't help but look in the direction they came, and there were even more crowds of people rushing there, as if the river was bursting its banks and rolling in torrents, which made people can't help but feel a little palpitating and suffocating.

What the hell is going on?

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Just arrived home, yesterday's second watch~ (to be continued......)