Dong Xiangchun, is the most famous in Datong City, but also the highest grade of the restaurant, the whole building is as high as five floors, and there are five courtyards in the back. Fastest updates

The reason why Dong Xiangchun is called Dong Xiangchun is because the most famous wine "Dong Xiangchun" in the whole Ming Dynasty is sold here.

Many people who have drunk Dong Xiangchun shout that this wine should only be in the sky, how many times can the world drink it, so Dong Xiangchun can be said to be the most sought after wine in the entire high society, there is no one.

In addition, the owner of the brewing Dong Xiangchun has opened a restaurant of the same name in all major cities in the world in the name of Dong Xiangchun, and almost every Dong Xiangchun has become the most high-end and most sought-after restaurant in the local area.

Although Datong is a border city, it is also a big city, so the Dongxiangchun here is also the same, and the guests are full of guests every day, and the flow of passengers is continuous.

Mu Yi, the son of the prefect of Datong Muzuo, is a frequent visitor to this cave Xiangchun, is chic and uninhibited, often calls friends to go to the cave Xiangchun to set up a banquet to eat and drink, a group of young people are energetic, pointing out the country, so comfortable.

On this day, it was the day for the second generation of their group of Datong officials to gather, and someone had already set the seat of Dong Xiangchun.

After Mu Yi went out, he looked at the sky, the sky was a little gloomy, and there was a hint of coldness, so he asked the little guy next to him to go back and get a fur made of fox skin, and then he got into the carriage and headed towards Dong Xiangchun.

Although Mu Yi is a second-generation official, he doesn't have many bad habits that ordinary people have, he is righteous, likes to make friends, and has his own opinions, so he has become the backbone of their circle.

It's just that everyone envies him, the prefect's son, who is free every day, but he is extremely depressed in his heart. He had begun to get tired of this daily life of eating, drinking, and merrymaking, and he felt that he would be ruined if he continued like this.

But he couldn't do anything about it, and he didn't know what he could do.

Datong is a border city, and the Tartars come to harass and attack every once in a while, although they have not succeeded, but they are also worrying.

Father Mu Zuo has always wanted to be transferred out of Datong, even if he is willing to go back to the Central Plains as a county magistrate, but he has never been able to do so. More than three months ago, the Datong garrison gave my father a bad idea, with a team of men and horses to suppress bandits, trying to get some military merits and then transfer away, but they were beaten by a group of men and horses that appeared out of nowhere, and the soldiers came back.

Since then, my father began to sigh for a long time, always saying that sooner or later he would die in Datong City.

Mu Yi was very disappreciative of his father's appearance, and felt that since he wanted to be an official of the Ming Dynasty, he must be loyal to the country, even if he was heroic, he would die a well-deserved death, and his father's current appearance made him look down on him very much.

Therefore, the relationship between father and son is relatively antagonistic and often quarrels.

Now there is a Yuan Inspector in Datong, I heard that he is a strict person, and many officials and generals have been punished for making mistakes, so his father Mu Zuo told him not to cause trouble for himself, so that he should not run around.

Therefore, Mu Yi was almost suffocating after staying at home all these days, he felt that he didn't want to stay in Datong at all, and the atmosphere of depression and decadence in this place made him very uncomfortable.

The entire Ming Dynasty is now suffering from internal and external troubles, and the country's situation is becoming more and more erosive, Mu Yi feels that he is the same as the Ming Dynasty, if he can't find the direction again, sooner or later it will be a pill.

When his thoughts were wandering, he felt that the carriage stopped, and the little guy driving the car said outside, "Young master, it's here." ”

Mu Yi lifted the curtain, jumped out of the car, looked up at the towering Dong Xiangchun, and was about to walk inside.

"Old Mu, wait, let's go in together." There was a jumping voice behind him, and he didn't need to look back to know that the guy who stopped him was Wang Hao, the son of Datong Tong, the second generation of officials like himself.

Generally speaking, the second-in-command of the prefect and the general judge are usually a little bit at odds. The same is true of Mu Zuo, the prefect of Datong, and Wang Siyuan, the general judge, whose faces and hearts are not in harmony.

However, the two old ones don't get along, but the two younger ones can play together, which makes the two old guys very depressed.

"Xiao Wang, how many times have you said it, don't call me Lao Mu, those who don't know still think I'm your mother." Mu Yi turned his head and scolded with a smile.

"Who dares, the master tore his mouth, what kind of eyes, do I have such a young and beautiful mother? It's obviously a sister and it's almost the same, you say yes, Lao Mu! Wang Hao grinned and hugged Mu Yi's shoulders and said.

Mu Yi rolled his eyes and ignored him, and the two walked inside shoulder to shoulder.

The beautiful maid at the door of Dong Xiangchun greeted her with a smile and said, "Two sons, the private room on the fourth floor is ready, and the two of you will come with me." ”

Saying that, Ying Ying smiled, and led the way ahead.

There are five floors in this Dong Xiangchun, and you can enter different floors according to different consumer needs and the identity of the guests, so being able to come to Dong Xiangchun is also a status symbol.

And the fourth floor is all in the talent of the entire official class in Datong City.

The third floor is where wealthy businessmen can enter.

The second floor is a well-off home, a place suitable for people with a little wealth to spend.

On the first floor is the hall, with a square stage in the middle, where singing and dancing instruments are played every day, and sometimes there are storytellers who tell stories here.

There are no wine tables in the hall, but there are some Jindun soft chairs and small tables around the seemingly random place for guests to watch the performance. There is no charge for this floor, and you can also provide free tea or fruit snacks, so it doesn't matter how long you want to sit.

Moreover, the first floor is a free self-service area, and the melons, fruits, snacks, and tea are all taken by the guests themselves, and there are no little maids to disturb them.

This is also a clever feature of Dong Xiangchun, it seems to be free, but in fact, these things are not worth a few dollars, but they make people's eyes light up and their hearts feel comfortable.

The people who come here are either rich or expensive, and there are few ordinary people who really come to eat and drink.

Therefore, it has also become a place for many people to make friends and talk freely, and everyone relaxes casually, watching the performance while talking about the latest interesting things.

Over time, it has also become an information exchange center in Datong City, and many people want to ask for any news to come and sit on the first floor. When I met a friend who was talking, I led me upstairs to open a private room and continue to talk.

Mu Zuo and the two entered the door, and when they were about to step upstairs, they glanced at the stage in the middle of the first floor, but today it was a storyteller with white hair sitting on the stage, with a bookcase in front of him, a paper fan in his hand, and he was telling a story:

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we will not talk about the Three Kingdoms, but about the deeds of a great hero and a great hero around our Datong City." The storyteller looked at the fairy wind bones, and his speech was also subdued, which aroused the curiosity of many people as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Old gentleman, what kind of heroes can we have near Datong, big heroes, you are not talking nonsense." The next one shouted.

"Don't worry. The one I want to talk about today is indeed a true hero, a real hero. After he said something, you will definitely admire it. Before I talk about this big hero, let me say one thing. You must all remember the siege of the Tartars two months ago, right? ”

The storyteller said slowly.

"I remember. The Tartars besieged the city for three days, and they couldn't attack it for a long time, and finally had no choice but to retreat, thanks to our Li Yongnian Li Zongbing defended the city to a degree, could it be that the hero you said was Li Zongbing? ”

Someone below responded.

"No, no. Although Mr. Li is also a hero, he is still much inferior to the one he wants to talk about today. The last time the Tartars hastily withdrew after besieging the city for three days, it was not because the Tartars were unable to continue the siege, but because their back roads were copied. The storyteller stopped here and sold off.

"Is that really the case? Could it be that the big hero and hero you said copied the back road of the Tartar? Someone exclaimed.

"Yes, this master did it. Today, I will come to tell you about the majestic deeds of this master......"

The storyteller began to shake his head and began to speak: "It is said that this surname is Jiang Mingchuan, Jiang is the river where the great river goes east, and the river is the river of mountains and rivers......

In the audience below sat a man in white, handsome, like a stunning beauty. At this moment, he watched the storyteller on the stage come with his mouth open, praising him as unique in heaven and earth, and secretly wanted to laugh in his heart.

"If that wicked man knew that others praised him like this, I don't know if he would be hot-skinned." The man in white secretly thought that a layer of blush suddenly appeared on Junxiu's face when he thought of that person.

Mu Yi listened and listened, and forgot to go upstairs, until the maid in front of him turned around and called softly.

"I'll listen first, and I'll go upstairs later." After speaking, he waved his hand and walked straight to the hall on the first floor, and found a brocade pier to sit down.

Wang Hao, who was behind him, was also attracted by Mr. Storyteller's words, and also sat down.

It is said that the hunter named Guan Hu was about to be killed by the Tartar cavalry, and suddenly there was a shout in the forest, and he rushed out of a horse, just like the gods descended to earth, majestic, and an arrow hit one of the Tartars at the head, and the Tartars fell off their horses in response. But who is the one who came? It is the big hero Jiang Chuan who is also. He rode into the Tartar array alone, his sword fell, and there was no one under him, and the Tartars were cut off from their horses, and they were invincible, and they shouted and fled in defeat......"

This storyteller is a professional in the end, and he portrayed Jiang Chuan as Zhao Zilong, who is seven in and seven out, Jiang Chuan himself will definitely blush if he hears it, buddy is really not so fierce.

But the audience ate this set, the Tartars have been famous for a long time, and the Ming army can't hold up the wall with mud, and everyone feels very suffocated in their hearts. Now there is such a hero suddenly, killing Tartars is as fierce as chopping melons and vegetables, everyone is very relieved when they hear it, who cares about it is unreasonable, there is no reasonable party here, according to the party, they are all good listeners who read Shuangwen.

The storyteller was talking about foaming at the mouth, but the white-clothed man below stroked his forehead and his face was hot, and secretly said that this one is really hardworking, it seems that the ten taels of silver are not in vain.