Yunshui Pavilion, outside the back door of the kitchen, inside the alley.

Ouyang Rong stopped, turned around and prepared to return, when he saw the dark shadows at the end of the alley lying in the dirty water in the dark corners.

The young man in the snow-white robe stopped, grabbed a small handful of copper coins from his arms, walked over, and squatted down in front of the drunken black shadow.

"I don't have a lot of money, but I can buy two full meals first, there is a disaster relief camp by the Shili Pavilion on the outskirts of the city, report the name of Liu Ashan, I will let you in, and send porridge twice a day."

"Those who have the right hands and feet can dig new rivers and save some wages, and when the folding wing canal is repaired, there will be many new livelihoods along the coast.

"Hands and feet...... If it's not convenient, find the officials in the disaster relief camp, and they will send you to the Beitian Relief Home in Donglin Temple, which is very good.

"Also...... Quit drinking. ”

Ouyang Rong divided the copper coin into four parts, stuffed it into the hands of the four beggars who were stunned or numb, he stood up and returned to Yunshui Pavilion the same way.

Except for a beggar whose right hand had his forearm broken, the other three beggars stood up on their knees, kowtowed to the back of the young man in the snow-white robe, and then trotted out of the alley with joy on his face.

The remaining one-armed beggar was a young man of unremarkable appearance, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

He had a disheveled hair, and he couldn't see any specific expression, only dirty and drooping black hair, the corners of his mouth drooping to the sides, and his upper lip was thin.

The young man with the corners of his mouth downward grabbed the only copper coin, got up from the ground silently, and walked towards the mouth of the alley with his right sleeve empty.

Coming to the sunshine at the mouth of the alley, the one-armed beggar did not go to the outskirts of the city like the three beggars just now, he turned left without pause, ignoring the disgusted eyes on the street, and came to the door of the lively restaurant again, and walked into the door with the three-character plaque of "Yunshui Pavilion" with an expressionless face.

"Go, go, go."

The shopkeeper put a long towel on his shoulder, waved his hand to drive people away, and the next moment, he was hit in the face by a small handful of copper coins.

"Osmanthus stuffed."

The one-armed beggar said hoarsely, and walked to the hot and first-floor lobby without looking back.

"You ...... of a"

The shopkeeper was just about to get angry, and found that the beggar had thrown money, so he quickly squatted down, counted the copper coins on his feet and picked them up, and did not forget to shout in the direction of the counter, "Deo osmanthus brewed two jars".

Seeing this, several strong men who guarded the door and maintained order let people in.

The one-armed young man ignored them, stumbled to find a vacant bench in the corner of the lobby, squeezed in unceremoniously, and sat down with a precarious body.

The tables were empty, and they left with scolding.

The dirty young man was numb.

His left arm was propped up on his knee, his upper body was tilted forward, his head was buried, and his long, oily black hair fell to the ground next to his broken shoes.

The young man wandered all the way from Yunmengze, a small island with a peach valley, in a trance.

I haven't taken a shower for many days, drunk and dreaming of death, and living on the streets.

He didn't even know what it was.

I don't know if I went south or north.

But he was afraid to go north......

The wine is coming.

The two pots are very familiar with the osmanthus brew.

The one-armed young man stepped on a pot of wine with his left foot and a pot of wine in his right arm, and drank with his head up.

That's right, it's the "right arm" holding the oval flask.

The young man's right forearm was broken, and his sleeve was empty.

But the little piece that sticks out of the cuff is extraordinarily nimble, and can do a lot of things, including holding a huge flask and gurgling at the moment.

It seems that he has long been used to it.

Except, of course, not to hold a sword.

Moreover, the small section left of the one-armed young man's right arm is indeed very small, like a dead tree of an old tree, growing on a mature tree full of vitality.

Compared to the other thick trunk, the left arm, this small right arm is very short.

Obviously, this is the result of a broken arm at a young age, not a new injury.

In the west corner of the lobby, the scene of drinking with a broken arm and holding a pot has attracted the attention of many tea customers on the west side, and they are amazed.

It's just that the one-armed young man who tilted his head and poured wine turned a deaf ear, allowing the light yellow color and fragrant wine to overflow his mouth and nose, and wash his face and hair.

He has nothing left.

The beloved sword is lost.

The anger of the mid-grade qi practitioner was discouraged.

The proud and high-spirited face is gone.

All that the young man was left was the wine that he was now pouring into the stomach bag of the esophagus.

And the dream that will be wobbly and thrown around in a while.

"Candle in the snow...... You are ruthless enough......"

He seemed to mumble, but unfortunately he choked on the wine, coughed wildly, and his stomach bag seemed to be suddenly scratched by a big hand, and all the wine was squirted out, and the vomit was soaked all over the table.

The one-armed young man lay on the table, his dirty face on the table, and from time to time spit out some sour water like water arrows in his mouth, like a stranded goldfish.

However, this is a twitching of the stomach pouch, which is just a natural physiological reaction.

Seeing this, the surrounding diners and tea guests looked disdainful, and they didn't care about this kind of rotten drunkard, this kind of person, there are many of them every day in the West Market of Penglang Watanabe.

The one-armed young man lying on the table had his left hand and went down to catch the remaining pot of osmanthus brew, but unfortunately when he coughed just now, the wine pot was kicked by his right foot and rolled away.

Where can I catch it with short hands?

The side face of the young man lying on the table with the corners of his mouth downward was facing the direction of Chang'an, and he muttered in his mouth:

"Vomit...... Wine...... My Wine ...... Osmanthus stuffed ...... Osmanthus Niang...... Osmanthus Lady Brewed Osmanthus Stuffed ......"

His name is Ah Jie, and he is a swordsman.

Come from Chang'an and go to Yunmeng Jianze.

Ask for a sword in a valley full of peach blossoms.

In front of hundreds of sword cultivators from the ten realms of the world, she was trampled under the feet of a female cultivator named Xue Zhong Candle and humiliated her fiercely.

Later, he was kicked off the high platform like garbage and his sword was confiscated.

Become the target of this Yunmeng female monarch who is sharper than the blade of the sword.

In the corner of the lobby on the first floor of Yunshui Pavilion, the young man who was drunk and singing the ballad of Chang'an suddenly muttered:

“…… Osmanthus Niang...... Osmanthus Niang Brewed Osmanthus Stuffed ...... Hey...... What about the sword...... Where's my sword......"

……

The young county magistrate who returned to the window on the second floor didn't know that the copper plate of his private money had been replaced with two cans of Yunshui Pavilion's signature osmanthus brew.

When he returned to the table, the first thing he said was to Yan Liulang Zhengse:

"Donglin Temple's Beitian Relief Home, let's go back and expand it, the county government will give more support, there are still many homeless disabled people in Longcheng."

Yan Liulang, who looked at the beautiful scenery of the sunset Gudu outside the window, was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Ah, okay, Ming Mansion, I'll go back and contact Donglin Temple." ”

"Alright, let's not talk about business."

Ouyang Rong bowed, looked at the table full of dishes in front of him, drew a pair of chopsticks, and said with a smile:

"Don't wait for me, eat quickly, eat with chopsticks, you're welcome."

Except for Liu Ashan, who was very obedient and smoked chopsticks and vegetables, Yan Liulang and Su Dalang looked at each other, and the former looked helpless:

"Mingfu, I didn't wait for you, we just tasted it, it's too ...... It's so spicy. ”

The two swallowed.

The mouth can stand it, and Ju doesn't agree either.

Ouyang Rong smiled, "I'm afraid of this spicy, hey, you can't do it." ”

He glanced at the dishes on the table.

I didn't expect this Yunshui Pavilion to have some familiar hometown dishes in my memory.

Ouyang Rong sniffed, it seemed to be okay, looking at the appearance, the color and fragrance were complete.

However, there are no chili peppers in this world, and spicy dishes are made up of peppercorns, peppers, peppers and other things.

So, that's it?

It's just spicy, what a lot of teeth.

"Then you can order a few more light dishes, I'll do these."

In the past two months, the young county commander who had faded out of the bird shook his head lightly and commanded lightly.

"It's okay, let's order a slightly spicy dish, and Brother Lianghan can also eat it together."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, his eyelids were not raised, and he was tasteless:

"My recipes are only extra spicy and not spicy, and slightly spicy is just a clever excuse."

"......" Su Dalang and Yan Liulang.

Then, under the awe-inspiring gaze of the three people opposite, Ouyang Rong Shi Ran took a bowl of spicy soup, crooked the corners of his mouth, and raised his head to dry it down.

Well, it's time to put on a real show...... No way!

The crooked smile on someone's lips suddenly froze.

Yan Liulang, Su Dalang, Liu Ashan, and the guests and maids at the next table who were attracted by Ouyang Rong's domineering Langjun's speech, all looked at him with curious expressions and carefully looked at him who was stuck.

Ouyang Rong silently put down the remaining half bowl of Hu spicy soup, looked at everyone for a while, and quietly swallowed his saliva.

His mouth trembled slightly, but he tried to suppress the corners of his mouth that were so spicy that they twitched.

Blinking quickly, he smiled stiffly with his facial muscles, lowered his voice and spoke:

"Also...... It's okay, no...... But that's it. ”

Then under the gradually strange eyes of everyone, the young county magistrate puffed out his cheeks again, and went to pick up a few chopsticks and other dishes, but the more he ate, the more silent he became, and in the end, everyone around him could hear the "hissing" gasp.

Just listening to this sound made them feel that they were mouthful and spicy.

"Forget it......"

Yan Liulang and the others wanted to speak and stopped, but Ouyang Rong glared at them before he honestly shut up.

Ouyang Rong didn't believe in evil and grabbed a few chopsticks, but after eating, he couldn't help but turn his head, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Come, take ...... Grab some cold rice. ”

"......" the crowd.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and smiled forcefully: "Let's order a few plates of slightly spicy and give it to you...... You eat. ”

Yan Liulang, Su Dalang and the others hurriedly nodded and went to call the maid to add vegetables.

Ouyang Rong patted away a glass of warm water that Yan Liulang had graciously handed over, glared at him, and instead went to take a sip of the cold water in the water bladder that Ah Shan carried closely.

The young magistrate, who had unfortunately added another flavor to the recipe, let out a sigh of relief.

He looked at this table with a little complicated eyes, good guy, the cook of this Yunshui Building has something.

It was a chess opponent with him.

It wasn't long before the new mildly spicy dish was finally delivered.

Everyone moved their chopsticks again.

Hmm, this Nanlong hometown dish is made...... Could it be a fellow countryman?

Ouyang Rong, Yan Liulang and the others, who came to their senses, ate with relish, and couldn't help but think in their hearts.

When the tea and food were full, Ouyang Rong took the lead in putting down the chopsticks, and when he was about to blow a wave of business, his body suddenly stiffened slightly, and he couldn't help but look left and right, his face seemed to be puzzled......

But soon, he retracted his expression, continued to pick up his chopsticks, and stared at the half plate of leftovers in front of him without saying a word.

On the side, Yan Liulang and Su Dalang buried their heads in the rice and didn't notice it.

Only Liu Ashan turned his head to look at the old man who behaved a little strangely, but it seemed that he was used to being distracted when he often ate, and the wooden man looked away.

Only Ouyang Rong knew that he was not in a daze at the moment, but ...... It's a bit of a struggle.

Because there's a vibrator in my head...... No, it's the Lucky Bell that is starting to tremble again.

It's a new blessing!

Moreover, the appearance of the purple qi phantom in front of him and the trembling and moaning of this body were much more intense than the last time.

It seems that a lot of merit is consumed......

Come on! Sorry I can't help but be a little bit more, a little late...... Ahem, cheeky begging for a ticket. Good night everyone!

(End of chapter)