The autumn rain is cold, and it falls in Luzhou, but it is not too cold. This wine city seems to be intoxicating even the rain.

A rain in Luzhou, dripping, the people in the clothes walked into the restaurant, looking at the white smoke rising from the eaves of the opposite side, and the wine pot in his hand didn't know whether it should be a pot of old cellar or Fengqu wine.

"Yo, my lord, you came to drink in person?"

"Ha, there are guests at home, and I went to the countryside with the housekeeper." The man in the coat took off his hat and leaned against the edge of the counter. After the autumn rain, the store's business was deserted, and there was a chat with this big man. "My lord, there is a shortage of soldiers outside, and the court doesn't care about it? I saw that the bandits from the east had hit our Bashu several times, but fortunately General Qin was there, otherwise it would be enough to drink a pot. Alas, by the way, my lord, this time it's still the three-year-old cellar wine? ”

The stunned man in the cloth came back to his senses and said, "Not this time, it's expensive, it's a five-year-old cellar." ”

"Okay. Take it, sir. The shopkeeper handed the flask to the man in the robe.

"Well, take the money." The man in the cloth rushed into the rain and disappeared into the alley. The shopkeeper picked up a neat stack of copper coins placed on the counter, and muttered a little: "It's strange, not all of them are settled at the end of each month, how can it be ...... this time?"

In the rainy alley, the people in the clothes trotted all the way. The raindrops hit the coat and merged into a trickle and trickled down. The curtain was lifted, and the man in the cloth took off his clothes and wiped the water droplets off his face. The flames in the house were licking a hanging pot. The boiling water in the pot is boiling. The old man took firewood in one hand and a machete in the other, and added firewood to the fire.

Very few people will use a fire to make a fire at home, and they can only do it in a ruined temple. The old man took the flask, quickly scooped a scoop of boiling water out of the pot, and then carefully poured the wine into a small crockpot to scald it. The two seem to have a tacit understanding, one is hot wine, and the other is responsible for shabu-shabu. Small white foam began to emerge from the pot, and the old man sat down on the small bench and handed over the hot crockpot.

The old man took a sip of the unhot wine, ate a piece of white meat, and said, "When will you even have this wine?" It's all become snobbish. Drinking so unpleasant? Do you also embarrass my old man? ”

"Uncle, what you said. conAd1(); The man in the cloth was very indifferent, took a sip of the warm wine handed by the old man, and took a sip. It warms from the throat all the way to the stomach. Under firelight, people are prone to hallucinations. "It's you who have been out of Bashu all these years and traveled around, this mouth is also Diao. This five-year-old cellar. It doesn't seem to be in your eyes. ”

The old man nodded and said, "Perhaps, but it's still this old cellar wine that is comfortable." "Maybe it's the hot meat, the old man said a little vaguely." When I come back this time, I won't leave, old man. You don't have to entertain me twice in three days, I have my own place to go. By the way, the seed left by that woman hasn't been written again, has it? ”

"Uncle, why are you still obsessed with her?"

"That woman damn it, there's no reason to keep a seed. I don't like cutting grass without roots. But after all, she can be regarded as having the blood of our Cao family, so let her go. But to get started, it's absolutely impossible! "The old man was always very indifferent, without the slightest fluctuation in his expression." If you let me know, you can secretly bring that little girl back and wait for me to break your legs! ”

The man shook his head and drank the already cold wine in his hand.

The old man took his coat and went out with the wine in the jug. The rain didn't stop, and the old beggar on the side huddled in the City God Temple, eating the leftover rice from the previous days. The old beggar's eyes were fierce, and there was no hint of pity in the slightest. I knew that the man in the cloak had entered the City God Temple.

The old beggar stood up with a "rubbing", and his rice bowl was shattered on the ground. The temple is in disrepair, with heavy rain outside and light rain inside. A drop of water fell from the old beggar's eye. Then he straightened his body that had been rickety for many years, and shouted excitedly with all the strength of the rest of his life: "The third chief of the sword ghost gate sitting on the ground corpse puppet, I have seen the sword ghost king!" The old beggar shuddered and took out a thick stack of papers, which had been stuck together in spite of the fact that he had kept them well because of the weather.

"Thank you for your hard work." The old man handed over the flask. Sit down and look out of the house somewhat calmly. Duan Sanchang proudly took the wine jug in the old man's hand with his only left hand and drank it all. The rain fell on the wet straw pile of the City God Temple, and the old beggar lay peacefully on it, with the last smile on his lips.

With a click, the City God Temple collapsed......

……

……

"What's next for you?" Lao Dao sat on the recliner of the manor, "Or are you just going to spend the rest of your life in such a good way?" ”

"Go, go, go. conAd2(); What the second half of my life. The first half of Lao Tzu's life is not over, but he has become the second half of his life? Yang Fan took a bite of the persimmon he had just delivered. He raised his head, looked at the camphor tree that had not fallen its leaves, and said, "If I want to live comfortably, indeed, it is very comfortable to stay in Jinling." If the prosperous era is peaceful and this Jinling is prosperous, it is a good choice to live a life like this. ”

"So what do you want? And go and put a hot face on the cold ass of Emperor Lao Tzu? ”

Yang Fan glanced at Bu Lao Dao and snorted coldly: "I'm going to Bashu." Wang Su'er, this girl must be going back to her mother's family. In fact, she has been hiding it from her, and the people of the Cao family have already written it. I'm afraid she'll be sad then. Things are pretty much done here. This time I'm going to go for a walk in Sichuan. On the one hand, go to her, and on the other hand, promote the crop. ”

Where to find sweet potatoes from Fujian, the size is still a little small. It is mainly an alien species, and it has not yet adapted to and cultivated the embryos that grow here, so Yang Fan collected a few carts, except for one cart, and pulled them all to Jingshi. Yang Fan plans to go to Sichuan. In today's Ming Dynasty, there are still a few years to go, and since Zhu Youzhen doesn't hurry up, Yang Fan has to hurry up by himself.

"That little girl of yours, there is still a way to save it, if you want to hear it, I will say it."

"Born to die?"

Bu Laodao nodded and said, "It seems that you are not very stupid. There are twenty-two hanging coffins on Longhu Mountain, and no one can tell the age. But the only thing I know is that there were originally only twenty mouths, and the two extra two new coffins were erected by Huang Daozi, and the other was erected by Zhang Sanfeng. The fate of these two people is undecided. ”

"Do you mean that if this hanging coffin stands there, it will not die?"

Bu Laodao shook his head and said, "It's not that simple, but you can go and take a look." I'm just making a suggestion. Living to die is originally a heavenly saying, and it is difficult to explain clearly. conAd3(); Lao Dao asked your righteous sister to go to Qingyang Palace, and he also asked her to bang her luck. ”

Yang Fan lay on the chair, closed his eyes, and said, "It's another restless year......" (To be continued.) )

PrintChapterError();