The pattern of Wangxian Town is different from other places, it is a typical Jiangnan water town building, as soon as you enter the door, you can see the pink walls and tiles, the buildings are scattered, and there are many shops and wine shops along the street.

It's March, it's raining non-stop, and there are clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, but it's quite a good scene.

The scholar Egret sat in the carriage, looking at this familiar and unfamiliar town, and was a little inexplicably embarrassed.

Wangxian Town belongs to Pingyang County under the rule of Qingyang County, adjacent to Shenxian Town, and is a typical ancient water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

The carriage stopped in front of one of the most prestigious restaurants in Wangxian Town, called Wangxian Tower, and it was past lunchtime, but it was still full.

The scholar Egret and the old coachman walked into this Wangxian Tower together, and sat down at a table by the window, and the second child of his own shop came to greet him: "What do you want to eat, guest officer, our Wangxian Tower, the signature dish is a must, such as the braised lion's head..."

"A plate of fennel beans, half a pot from the army!" Scholar Egret smiled and said to the hospitable shopkeeper.

Forehead?

The shopkeeper was stunned, seeing that there were five or six people dressed as outsiders, no matter how you look at it, they are all generous scholars, but they never thought that they were poor and sour.

Bah...

deserves not to eat four dishes in his life.

The shopkeeper's diligence just now immediately disappeared, and he lazily ate the rest of the table from the adjacent table that had not had time to be removed, pulled out a plate of fennel beans, and said, "The fennel beans are sold out today, there is still some left here, why don't you deal with a bite?" Also, half a pot from the military, but pay first. ”

The old coachman looked at this scene with interest, and seemed to be smiling.

"Don't worry, the wine just comes up, today, it's in cash." The scholar Egret took out a few big coins from his arms, lined them up on the table, counted them one by one, and said, "Oh, nine pennies, one more penny, the right should be your tip." ”

The shopkeeper put away the money on the table in disgust, pulled his throat, and shouted loudly: "Table No. 6, half a pot from the military, reward a penny." ”

The shopkeeper was fiddling with the abacus, and when he heard the words, he only felt a little familiar, and when he looked up, he saw that there was a scholar and an old man sitting at table six, and his expression was slightly stunned, and then he shook his head.

After a while, half a pot of wine came up, and the shopkeeper perfunctorily threw the two bowls on the table, and said: "The shopkeeper said, half a plate of fennel beans also asks for money, so I will charge you two cents and give money." ”

The scholar Egret took out three more coins from his arms, still lined them up on the table, and said, "I'll still reward you with a penny." ”

The shopkeeper suddenly raised his head, and instead of fiddling with the abacus, he walked over and looked the scholar Egret up and down.

The scholar Egret didn't care, took a pair of chopsticks for himself, really picked up the remaining half of the plate of fennel beans on the adjacent table, and then poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all.

"Hey, shopkeeper, are you Wangxian Tower such a hospiter? The leftovers eaten by the guests at other tables are also brought to us, is it a bit of a big bully? The old coachman said with some annoyance.

"No, no, it's just that this store doesn't treat scholars very well." The shopkeeper said, and then stared at the scholar Egret carefully.

"Oh?" The old coachman became interested and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

The shopkeeper looked at the scholar Egret again and again, and then shook his head again, and said, "Okay, just think it's a conversation after dinner!" ”

When he said this, a look of reminiscence flashed in his eyes, and he said: "Probably fifty years ago, this Wangxian Tower was far from as big as it is now, just a tavern, at that time, there was a poor scholar named Bailu, who repeatedly failed the imperial examination, and was just a child, but this person was extremely pedantic, and had an excellent face, regardless of the autumn rain or winter snow, he was wearing a shabby long shirt, washed white, but extremely clean. ”

The shopkeeper suddenly turned his eyes to the scholar Egret who was drinking at the moment, and said: "That scholar, who is the same age as the current gentleman, orders a plate of fennel beans every time, and half a pot from the military. ”

"Then later, the scholar named Egret still didn't give the nineteen pennies?" The old coachman asked while looking at the scholar egret narrowly.

"About touching, I really didn't give it, at that time, I was still a child, now, I have taken over this restaurant, about forty years, it is said that later, the scholar made a mistake, and slept with the lady of the main room of the Mu Mansion, and was shocked by the Mu Feng Mu Master, and broke his legs."

The shopkeeper sighed slightly, and said: "This scholar is also a hard-working person, I remember the last time I saw him, when I was already an apprentice in the restaurant, I remember very clearly, that winter, the snow fell very hard, the last time the scholar came to the store, his legs have indeed been broken, his head is as high as this low table, his face is flushed and he felt out nine cents in a row, paid eight cents for wine, and gave the store a penny, and then later, there was no later, I vaguely remember, the scholar staggered and disappeared into the wind and snow with both hands on the groundSince then, there has been no news, and I have probably died in the snowstorm... Alas..."

The shopkeeper sighed, a little inexplicably sad.

"Shopkeeper, your story is not right." The old coachman said suddenly.

The scholar Egret smiled slightly bitterly, but did not speak.

"What's wrong?" The shopkeeper said suspiciously.

"The story I heard, the scholar did not die." The old coachman said.

"Impossible, the snow was so big that year, and the scholar broke his legs again, and he couldn't live!" The shopkeeper shook his head and said.

The old coachman smiled and said: "The scholar is indeed not dead, it is said that the wind and snow fell for a whole month that year, and the scholar froze outside the city of Qingyang County, and was later rescued by a powerful sword cultivator named Ah Si, the sword cultivator was too lazy to teach the apprentice, so he threw the scholar to his junior sister Ouyang Xiaoqiao, this Ouyang Xiaoqiao is terrible, he is the saint disciple of Chaoxia Academy, this scholar carp jumped over the dragon gate, and became the third generation of Confucian saints to pass on the disciple, the gentleman of the Tianxia Academy, and he must be called "sir" when he sees it. ”

Speaking of this, the old coachman paused, poured a glass of wine alone, and continued: "Do you remember, one year the water flooded, and the surrounding cities were flooded, but Wangxian Town was spared, it is said that it was the scholar who protected Wangxian Town with immortal methods, and there was another time, the iron hoof of the Dazhen Dynasty went south, and the surrounding towns were all affected, but this Dazhen iron hoof, through the Wangxian Town detour..."

"Huh?" The shopkeeper was stunned, looked at the old coachman carefully, and said: "I look at the face of the old man, he must have been a handsome boy when he was young, how can he like to talk nonsense, put this pastime aside, and tell mythological stories?" ”

The old coachman was also slightly stunned, is there any connection between this handsome and lying?