In the middle of the top door of the main entrance of the tavern, a plaque hangs.

Some of the plaques are mottled and broken, and at first glance they are objects with years in between.

On the plaque is written "Jiuxian Building", which is the official common text of the Daxuan Dynasty under the mountain.

However, the handwriting is a little unsightly scribbled, like a messy and withered branch on the outskirts of the city, which makes people feel twisted at a glance.

According to the old shopkeeper, this plaque also has a great origin, and it was the literary leader who drank the spirits that were not called lonely smoke at that time, and exclaimed happily.

I drank three bowls in a row.

When I finally checked out, I realized that I had been exiled and had no money in my pocket.

The shopkeeper of the tavern at that time was naturally a person who had been mixed for many years, and when he saw the number of yellow armor who "escorted" this drinker who was drinking but empty, he immediately understood it.

There are still few big men in exile in the border areas, and there are not just one or two of these big men in the mountains.

Today is only a prisoner in front of the spear of the armor, and if you don't want to change the day, you will be a guest in front of the Son of Heaven in the Imperial City Palace.

Today, he has formed this small good fate, and maybe he will be able to see the wine shop next to the Yudao Street of the Great Xuan Dynasty another day.

Therefore, it has always been the swishing tavern shopkeeper who has been unprecedentedly generous, and he still has a surplus gift without receiving a penny.

There were two large jars, and only two and a half of the housekeeper's wine were mixed.

It's really in response to the old saying, if you can't eat, you have to go around.

The young man who walked out of the tavern for more than 30 years, who was identified by the tavern shopkeeper as having a high chance of turning over, suddenly turned his head and came back.

Half-drunk and half-awake to write a pair of calligraphy to the old shopkeeper, or the kind that can't be written.

The hotel shopkeeper is naturally happy.

So on another wooden table, the table was still used as paper, but this time the paper was not used as a pen, and the old shopkeeper brought a pen and inkstone for settling accounts.

I thought it would be like an earth-shattering, peerless article of crying ghosts and gods, but I didn't expect that it was just three ghost-drawn wine fairy buildings, or the golden warriors who were not detaining young people were too tall, and the old shopkeeper almost scolded his mother.

It's really blind Lao Tzu's two pots of good wine.

A few days later, I overheard a wave of drinkers in the tavern discussing what was going on with the wine.

And for whom to fight for the grievances.

When the tavern shopkeeper gave out a pot of Lonely Smoke that was not called Lonely Smoke, it was naturally the kind of wine that was opened on June Fourth.

The people at this table of drinkers will tell all the people and things that they have in their mouths and the shopkeeper, and it is not some secret that cannot be said.

The drinker poured a mouthful of solitary smoke, then continued to drink, and said indignantly.

Probably a promising literary stream, the eye of the imperial examination, was relegated to this lonely and desolate frontier place because he wrote two more private words to dissuade the faint king.

The drinker took advantage of the strength of the wine, and easily said the eternal poems written by the man.

The old shopkeeper couldn't say anything to rely on, so he could only say goodbye again and again.

Isn't that good?

So the ghost-like wooden table was quickly rescued from the firewood room by the old shopkeeper, but fortunately, there was no big problem.

The old shopkeeper looked at the ghost-painted "Wine Fairy Building", the more he looked at it, the more pleasing it was to the eye, and the more he looked at it, the better it looked.

Then there was a plaque made of a wooden table that hung in the middle of the gate.

After an unknown number of generations, the small restaurant was passed into the hands of the old shopkeeper.

In the restaurant, the old shopkeeper was standing behind the wooden counter, bored with abacus beads, calculating the gains and losses in the recent days.

The abacus is playing ping-pong, but it is just a small tent with a few silver taels.

The only good thing is that it is profitable.

It's hard to make a profit, the chef only needs to take care of a meal, and the shopkeeper is raised by himself, what kind of salary do you want, maybe you are happy, and the restaurant is not that kid after a hundred years?

Wine, braised meat, one self-brewed and one self-nourished.

Anyone who sells half a penny is earned.

In the tavern called Jiuxianlou, a stubble-faced swordsman was drinking a mouthful of stuffy wine, and such a stubble swordsman drank almost all night.

On the wooden counter on the other side, the old shopkeeper is still making a gratifying calculation.

The little guy who was picked up by the old shopkeeper, Li Yu, was sticking half of his face on the right side on the wooden counter, a little wilting.

glanced at the stubble swordsman who was still drinking, and then looked at the old shopkeeper, and said forcefully: "Hey Lao Li, when is he going to drink until the end." ”

The old shopkeeper glanced up at the stubble swordsman and the six or seven empty jars of wine on the table.

This time, he said to the little guy who was named Li Yu by himself: "Don't worry, the work is done." ”

Li Yu seemed to have been sticking to that half of his face for a long time, so that he was a little numb, so he hurriedly raised his cheeks, rubbed his face bag and said: "It's already done, and my Uncle Li is not brushing it when he does it in a big place." ”

With a "bang", Li Yu was hit with a chestnut on the door of his head.

"Old Li, what are you doing?" Li Yu still didn't forget to lower his voice.

The old shopkeeper looked at Li Yu, who was telling the truth, and didn't speak.

Li Yu, who had long been accustomed to it, glanced at the stubble-bearing sword-bearer man again, and whispered to the old shopkeeper.

Idle is idle anyway.

"Lao Li, I guess he is from the Huangkui Kingdom, and he must not be able to stand those Huangkui barbarians, so he ran to our Daxuan Realm. ”

The old shopkeeper thought that since there was nothing to do, he would also chat, "Yo, what is the opinion of the little shopkeeper?"

When Li Yu heard this, his eyes were almost slit, and he straightened his chest, but unfortunately he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and his figure was still relatively thin and short.

The little servant Li Yu cleared his throat and lowered his voice again: "You see that the man's clothes are a little gray and old, and there are even a lot of mud spots, but you see the material of that clothes, it's not the master who blows it for you." ”

"Smack!", and a sturdy chestnut hit the door of the head, although this time it took a lot of force.

But there will be no grinning of teeth, eighty percent of which are pretended by Li Yu.

The old shopkeeper said sternly: "You are a puppy cub, who are you with?"

Li Yu hurriedly laughed and said, "Hehe, Lao Li, don't be angry, didn't I mean bald mouth." ”

"That material, let's Xiao Li, Xiao Li, right? Xiao Li, when I went back to send our wine to those officials and uncles in the City Lord's Mansion, I saw from a distance that the aunt and wife of the official were wearing, which was the clothes of this kind of material. ”

Li Yu said that he was talking about it, as if he was recalling something.