It was night, the spring thunder was alarmed, and the second spring rain in Chaotianguan came as scheduled. The light rain is dripping, if you go to the south of the Yangtze River, there must be countless talented and beautiful women chanting poems such as "The light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing", or "The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are rainy, and the face is blown without willow wind". But obviously, this rain has now fallen on the gloomy Chaotian Pass, which has added a bit of gloom at the end of the cold day.

The most lively neighborhood market in the past is now closed early because of the entry of the grassland people. The bluestone paved road, with no carriages and human figures, became more and more lonely and lonely under the occasional flash of thunder and lightning in the sky.

On this bluestone road that was crowded with people in the past, there is an inn, and the name of the store is very arbitrary, that is, it is called "an inn". Although the name of the inn here is arbitrary, but the business is not sloppy at all, and the inn has always been known as "Little Jiangnan". It is said that the owner of the inn is a scholar from Gangnam Province. Because of repeated failures, he gave up the road of studying in frustration, but he returned to his hometown without shame, so he came to this Chaotian Pass to open this inn. It is difficult for scholars to pass the imperial examination, but the business is doing quite well. From a small shop at the end of the street, it has become the scale it is today in just a few years.

The inn is open in the middle of this street, the blue tile and white wall are outside, and there are three shops across the left and right inside, and the wall is opened up in the middle, connected into a piece, and those who don't know don't think it is an authentic Jiangnan family. When you enter the gate about two zhang wide, you will be greeted by a landscape screen. It is said that it is a landscape, but under a closer look, the smoke and rain are misty, and a lonely boat travels freely in the world. This probably reflects the state of mind of the innkeeper at some point.

Beyond the screen, but not like the average inn, the ears are only noisy voices. A song of Gusu Pingdan, followed by a Huainan opera, with the rockery and flowing water in the upper courtyard, makes people fall asleep. Dream of entering the Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River, walking all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, and not meeting people who leave.

In this inn, if there is no personal relationship in the past, or if you make a decision ten years in advance, no matter how rich you are, you can't live in it. It's not that the store is a big bully, but the guests here are really extraordinary, but the inn for the sake of the purity of the guests, often the store lives in seventy or eighty percent of the guests, and then no longer opens the door to welcome guests.

If there were still people who had objections to the inn acting like this before, then since Wu Taishou from Chaotian Pass came, those objections dissipated by themselves with the breeze outside the wall. For no other reason, Wu Taishou praised the elegance and tranquility of this inn, and gave the inn the four words "Jiangnan Family" in handwriting, and personally made a plaque and hung it in the lobby of the inn.

In the past, the lowest guest room alone cost ten taels of silver a day, and for the blind man who told the story along the street, he was afraid that he would not be able to earn this amount of silver in a year. Therefore, staying in an inn for one night has become something that a blind man can't even think of, let alone now in the first-class guest room of this Jiangnan family, a table of exquisite dishes is called, and one person drinks wine and tastes it.

The blind man took a sip of wine, smacked his mouth, and accurately picked up a piece of osmanthus duck that had already been slipped with one hand and sent it into his mouth, the duck meat was fat but not greasy, and the entrance was fragrant. The blind man raised his head, his face was full of intoxication, and he exclaimed with satisfaction, "It's really only Jiangnan that can produce this kind of food."

"Jinling osmanthus duck, a must in the south of the Yangtze River. It is known for the characteristics of white skin and tender meat, fat but not greasy, fragrant and umami, which really includes the essence of fragrant, crispy and tender food. No wonder the gentleman is so happy."

The blind man, who had just been drunk with the food, got up at the sound of a bounce and bowed to the door. "The villain meets the adult, the adult tortures the villain, the name of the gentleman, I really dare not be"

A middle-aged man came in at the door, his face was white and beardless, and his body was thin, but his voice was still warm. It was already early spring, he didn't seem to be able to endure the current wind and cold, he was wearing the highest fur suit of the grassland, the chest of the suit was printed with the pattern of dragon and tiger fighting, the collar was straight to the chin, the huge felt hat had almost covered half of his face, and he was holding the copper furnace that had followed him for thousands of miles.

"Mr. and I are both scholars, and I am a few years older, I call Mr. Sir, it should be" The middle-aged man waved his hand to send away the grassland soldiers who followed behind him, and slowly sat down opposite the blind man, "The osmanthus duck in this inn, although the duck is from Chaotianguan, but the osmanthus is transferred from Jinling, so the taste is less than the local Jinling." However, now in this bitter cold land in the northwest, it is not easy to eat such delicious food. ”

Although the blind man who was honored as Mr. had a bright face, his heart was really more happy. Although he didn't know the specific identity of the person sitting opposite, just because that person could release him from prison yesterday, he was sure that he was a well-known big man on the grassland. Anyway, it must be a general or something. However, the only thing the blind man wondered was why he said that he was a scholar like himself, and that someone in the grassland had also started to read.

These thoughts, the blind man just went through them in his mind, and then left them behind, and now he still has to deal with the person in front of him first. "I can't imagine that such food is not authentic enough. The real Jinling osmanthus duck, how many times do you have to smell it in the world? ”

"Sir has a chance, when you go and taste the authentic osmanthus duck," the middle-aged man chuckled, "Well, there will be a chance"

The blind man's heart was cold, and his body that had just sat down was stagnant, and he was about to get up again.

"Sir, don't worry too much, going south, that's also a matter of the future, today's good life, Mr. will live it for the time being" Although the middle-aged man still chuckled like that, his expression could see that he was so serious.

Unfortunately, these blind people can't see it.

The blind man had all kinds of tastes in his heart for a while, but more of them were still afraid, and when he tasted the dishes in front of him, he was afraid that the taste was similar to chewing wax. The adult's "sir" again and again, at this time, he felt more and more like a reminder after a talisman, and rushed himself towards the ghost gate.

When the blind man came back to his senses, the adult had already left, and the blind man himself had to drink a few more taels of wine to slow down his mind and suppress the shock. There is wine today and drunk today, after all, what the lord said is true.

It's just that what the blind man didn't expect was that he had just taken a sip of two or two small wines, and an uninvited guest came to the door. This time the person who came was much more reckless than the adult in the grassland before. Although the person who came did not know his face, listening to his powerful voice, he knew that he should be a rough man with strong strength. When he entered the door, he didn't say anything, just said, "My son-in-law wants to see you", so he picked up the blind man and walked out.

The blind man had known that someone would come to his door since he had reopened his stall under the city gate two days ago, but he did not expect this moment to come so quickly. Fortunately, the blind man has not eaten anything, otherwise he will be bumpy and undulating on the shoulders of this rough man, and I am afraid that even the internal organs will have to vomit cleanly.