In Linguan City, in the tavern of Jiuxianlou, the old shopkeeper Li Mo couldn't stop smiling on his face.

The more noisy the sound in his ears, the happier the old shopkeeper Li Mo became.

In the words of the old shopkeeper's father, the business of the small restaurant today is really fucking good.

A particularly rude shout sounded: "Lao Litou, don't hurry up and bring your Uncle Cao's wine, just come to your strongest one, what is lonely, his grandmother's, I have been hungry for Lao Tzu for several years, today I have to open my belly and taste what it is like to fuck, if it is not strong enough, don't expect Lao Tzu to deduct half a little idle silver tael from his pocket." ”

The old shopkeeper Li Mo naturally nodded his head with a smile on his face, and then quipped: "Yo, what's the matter, why is Uncle Cao so generous today? Could it be that the widow of the Nancheng Wang family is finally willing to nod and agree, isn't it to marry your surname Cao?"

In the restaurant, most of them are also the bosses and drinkers who have been dealing with them for decades, and even if they listen to a voice, he Li Mo can report a name that he can't forget, and most of them can be regarded as knowing a lot of details.

It's just that this name is remembered more and more, and it may be that he drank a pot of wine in his small restaurant, but there are fewer and fewer people who let Li Mo call out his name in person.

The shouting border man touched his chin and beard, and said with some smugness: "Oh Lao Li Tou, you can really pinch and calculate, don't tell you, Lao Tzu's good deeds are half done, and now it's just a kick on the door, and when the time comes, if your Lao Li Tou's share of money is not for this lonely smoke that doesn't mix with water, Lao Tzu can let you not even see the bride's red hijab." ”

A few friends who were traveling with the man all laughed.

The man's surname is Cao Meng, and he beats the drunkard father who followed him all over the border dart, and he ate wine in this small wine fairy building, which was naturally not like the old shopkeeper's skill, and Cao Meng at that time was already able to use the thick poplar chopsticks unique to the border pass, dip it into the wine bowl, and then take a big sip.

Li Mo wanted to turn around and go to the counter to get the wine, but found that the kid Li Yu was behind the counter, stepping on a high bench and holding the lonely smoke on the higher position.

A warm look flashed in the eyes of the old shopkeeper Li Mo, and then there was a little sadness.

Unconsciously, the little man who can't walk yet, why is he so tall?

You must know that in the past, it was necessary to put on a wooden bench to get something, but now, one bench is enough, and it is more than enough.

Li Yu, who took off the wine jar, saw Lao Li, who was really staring at him, playfully stuck out his tongue, trotted a cigarette, and went to Cao Meng's table who asked for wine.

The old shopkeeper turned around with a smile and replied to the words of Cao Meng, a talented man.

"You kid, I see that the widow of the Wang family is still gone, but you are good, first remember my good wine. ”

There was another burst of laughter.

Li Yu finished handing over the wine, but he didn't leave, touching the man's Cao Meng's portable saber, in the style of an official.

Smacked his tongue and said: "Weird, Lao Cao, you are developed, I have seen the style of this knife, when the eldest lord of the city lord's mansion went out before, the waist of the fierce-looking guy riding in front of the eldest lord was not like this." ”

Cao Meng lowered his head and saw Li Yu's appearance clearly, and a trace of imperceptible tenderness flashed in his eyes.

Just as Lao Li watched him grow up, Xiao Li, Li Yu, but he looked at the growth.

Cao Meng slapped Xiao Li on the back of the head, but the rough-hearted border man was afraid that he would hurt Xiao Li, so he didn't make any effort at all, and he couldn't even hear a sound.

Li Yu felt a slap that was not as painful as a mosquito bite, and thought to himself, this Lao Cao is not as good as Lao Li, after all, Lao Li's slap is a sleep.

Dragonflies don't talk about water, but you can still hear a thunderclap.

There are a few drinkers on the side of the border man who are not new or old, and they recognize Li Yu, so they smiled and said: "Xiao Li Yu, you don't know yet, our brother Meng has just been promoted to centurion in the garrison camp over there, and he has a lot of recruits under his hands, and Brother Meng is especially loved by our little capital, who has been on the battlefield a few times back and forth, killing some Huangkui barbarians, and making some military achievements, our brother Meng himself can do those small capitals who can put a small bench in the general's tent." ”

Li Yu kept smacking his mouth again, although he listened to it in the clouds, what centurion, what small is the rule, and it is the official title that he Li Yu has never heard of, as if in his Li Yu's world, he also knows what the city lord is called.

However, judging from the expressions on the faces of those people, it seems to be a top official position.

After all, someone who can ride a horse in front of the city lord can be a petty official?

It's just that Li Yu couldn't see the slightest smile on Lao Cao's face, and couldn't stop muttering in his heart, what's the matter? Is it possible that the city lord's mansion who wants to be the sedan chair?

In my mind, I couldn't help but think that I was standing on the side of the road, but it was best to be in the position with a window in my tavern, through the window, and look at Lao Cao sitting on a sedan chair carried by four people.

But the more I thought about it, the more Li Yu wanted to laugh for some reason.

The old shopkeeper on the side stared at Cao Meng, naturally knowing why he was obviously a real military attaché, but he was not as happy as he was when he mentioned the widow of the Wang family earlier.

Fighting on the battlefield, it's not those big men who hold civil power and sit in the hall of fame, just move their mouths, fight on the battlefield, that's the ability for you to cut me, I'll give you a knife, and who can survive in the end.

The old shopkeeper looked at the man in front of him, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, that is, he might never hear it again.

The old shopkeeper who had been through the cold and warm was sad for no reason, and when he looked up, he called Li Yu and asked him to go to the back kitchen to bring a plate of sauced beef bones with meat, not to celebrate his Cao Meng's promotion, but to celebrate in advance that Cao Meng could hug the widow of the Wang family one day in advance.

Cao Meng faintly sandwiched the corner of his eyes and said: "Old Li Tou, don't expect to send Ye Ye Ye on this plate of worthless sauce beef bones, or the old saying, don't mention the two jars of lonely smoke, don't want to see what the red hijab looks like, and ah, the sauce beef bones can't be petty, yes, yes has a big appetite." ”