Out of Yuncheng County, go south along the official road for about 20 miles, there is a place called 20 miles, this place is adjacent to the official road, and the east is Liangshanbo. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Twenty miles is not actually a town, but this place happens to be in the middle of a dozen nearby villages, every four or nine, the nearby villagers will gather here to catch the market, with the primitive barter way, exchange with each other.

Later, if the merchants who were in a hurry delayed their entry into the city, they stayed with them on this open flat land with a good view, and waited for the city gates to open the next day before entering the city.

Later, some local merchants gradually discovered this lucrative business opportunity, so they opened several inns and inns on both sides of the official road here for merchants to rest and sort out goods.

Approaching the wax moon, the snow left by the heavy snowfall a month ago has frozen into hard lumps, making it even more difficult for the merchants who are in a hurry.

Although the weather is getting colder and colder, there are many merchants who rush home for the New Year, especially at dusk, when the twenty-mile shop is lively.

The cart pullers and the merchants who came and went were all stopping, found an inn to beat, and then rested for the night to continue the journey tomorrow.

A group of people came from the direction of Yuncheng County, and a thin old horse pulled a dilapidated cart slowly walked towards this side.

Walking in the front was a young man, he was well-proportioned, wearing a soap-colored jacket, gray cotton trousers, black boots, from a distance he looked a tall young man, but he was dark-skinned, and his appearance was somewhat ugly, and the snowdrifts on the side of the road were even more obvious in comparison.

Behind him was a tall and mighty man with a hat on his head, a washed and yellowed linen jacket on his upper body, a pair of fat coarse linen trousers on his lower body, and a pair of brown and yellow broken leather boots on his feet that were so black that they could not be seen in their original color.

A middle-aged woman was dressed in a bulging green cloth jacket and trousers, with a headscarf wrapped around her head and a scarf around her neck, revealing only two tired eyes, but she couldn't see clearly.

She leaned against a roll of quilts in the direction she came, with a small quilt on her legs, and held a wooden box tightly in her arms, and next to it was another large bag, which seemed to contain some clothes.

A little boy with big eyes of eleven or twelve years old sat on the wheel, wearing a black sheepskin hat on his head, a silver lock around his neck, a navy blue cotton robe, and a pair of tiger-headed cotton boots hanging in the air on his feet.

Behind the car were two men, panting and looking to be nearly forty years old, with a somewhat sparse but neatly groomed mustache, wearing a coarse cotton robe, a sheepskin jacket, and a pair of thick-soled leather boots.

The middle-aged man looked thinner, dressed like the head of these six people, and was supported by another white-bearded robe man who was older than him, like a housekeeper.

They walked to the door of an inn, and the young man in the lead glanced at the door, turned back and asked, "Boss, shall we rest at this inn for the night?" ”

The middle-aged man gasped and nodded, and then went to the woman on the couper to get out of the car, the woman held the wooden box in her arms, looked nervously at the people coming and going, lifted the small quilt on her legs, moved her butt forward a few times, and slid off the car.

The boy sitting on the wheel jumped down, wiped his face with his sleeve, and ran to the door first. The young man hurried a few steps in front of the boy and lifted the double thick door curtain to let him go in first, and then waited for the person behind him to enter the door.

The middle-aged man and the woman supported each other and walked inside, and the woman shouted, "Qi'er, run slowly, be careful with your step, don't fall yourself." ”

The strong man who was driving the car tied up his horse, lifted the cover roll with one hand, and grabbed the big burden with the other, and then followed the white-bearded old man into the inn.

This inn is not too big, the first floor is the lobby for guests to eat and drink tea, the door is the counter, behind the counter is a staircase leading to the second floor, the second floor should be a guest room.

The lobby is transparent before and after, although the front and rear doors are hung with curtains to prevent the wind, but at this time there are a lot of people in and out, as long as the curtain is lifted, there is still a cold wind blowing in.

Behind the small building of the inn is a large courtyard surrounded by a fence, and behind the courtyard is Liangshanbo.

The courtyard is close to the small building, and there is a row of civil structure thatched houses, which are the kitchen, firewood room, and the store's accommodation, and behind the grass houses, there is a row of stables, in which there are already a few unloaded horses grazing.

The rest of the yard was still very large, and a large area was covered with makeshift wooden sheds, and in the sheds were covered with oilcloth and carrying various vehicles carrying unknown goods.

There were only seven or eight tables in the lobby, but now that the sun had just set, there were already a lot of guests, almost full, with some roughly the same coarse dishes on the table, drinking wine and chatting loudly, except for a table at the back door.

This table is next to the back door, whenever someone comes in and out, there is always a cold wind blowing after lifting the curtain, so no one sits here, and these five people have no other choice but to sit down at this table that everyone dislikes.

A busy shopkeeper who was sweating profusely saw six people coming in, brought a kettle of stoneware prepared in advance from the counter, smiled and said, "Wait a minute, drink saliva first", and then turned back to serve food to another table of guests.

The middle-aged man tried to touch the kettle and found that it was full of warm white water, so he lifted it up and poured water for everyone one by one.

The tall man smiled embarrassedly: "Just come by yourself, how can I let my brother pour tea and water for me." ”

The little boy sitting next to him reached out under the table and pinched the tall man, still giggling on the table, and he didn't have to use his hands to serve the tea bowl, and his little head went down directly to absorb water with his mouth.

The tall man was pinched in his legs, his eyes squeezed subconsciously, and he gasped, but he didn't scream.

Only then did he rub his legs and whispered embarrassedly: "Hey, I forgot about the Sprinkle family again, and I want to call the owner, hehe." ”

The white-bearded old man leaned over, his head was only slightly twisted, his eyes turned around, and he looked at the whole inn, he covered his mouth and said in a deep voice: "Fortunately, this is a meal, and no one in the lobby hears the commotion. ”

The tall man realized the seriousness of the matter, and his face became serious, and his expression was a little nervous, like a stone Buddha.