In the blink of an eye, it was September, and the coolness of the autumn breeze was a little cold, and people couldn't help but shrink and want to find a warm place to rest and recuperate.

Coincidentally, there is a thatched restaurant next to the official road.

Only one person in the small thatched house runs alone, and he is both the shopkeeper and the hallkeeper.

Because of the official road, there are a lot of people coming and going on weekdays, but today may be due to the strong wind, there are fewer travelers, and there is not a single customer until the opening in the morning.

The boss is a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old talent with a short beard and a square scarf, and he is not in a hurry when there are no guests, he sits alone at the table and reads, but also leisurely.

At this time, I saw a strange man riding a donkey upside down on the official road.

The man's clothes were shabby, but they were clean, and although he had a bamboo stick in his hand, he didn't look like a beggar in a leisurely manner.

When the boss saw this man, he did not think that the poor man in this way would stop drinking, did not care, and continued to study.

But when the man arrived at the thatched shop, he got off the donkey, explored the way with a bamboo stick, and walked in.

The visitor is a guest, the boss, as a showman, does not have the attitude of the average reader's eyes above the top, put down the book, got up and asked:

"Are the guests going to rest or drink?"

"Do you offer a rest here?"

The man said, finding a place to sit down.

The boss looked at it and found that it seemed to be a blind man, and felt a little novel.

It is strange that a blind man is riding a donkey alone and has not been robbed.

"There are a lot of guests, there are always people who are tired and want to rest, it doesn't matter if you don't buy alcohol, you can take a rest here.

However, if there are many visitors, I hope to make room for other guests. ”

The boss didn't think the man had the money to buy alcohol.

But the man smiled and took out seven copper plates, laid them on the table, took off the gourd from his waist, pointed to the gourd, and said:

"Fill my gourd."

Seeing that the gourd was not big, the boss smiled and said:

"Yes, it's not a secret, my family's wine is not a good wine, and it only costs five cents to fill such a small gourd, and the guests give more."

The man did not take back the copper coin, but said with a smile:

"A lot of bento is to buy the sincerity of the boss."

When the boss heard this, he smiled, but still only charged five cents, leaving two cents on the table.

Then, take the gourd, put a colander in the mouth of the gourd, and start beating the wine with a wine scoop.

For this little gourd, the boss added a full spoonful of wine, intending to fill it all at once.

As a result, when a spoonful of wine went down, the gourd was not full, and it did not even become heavier in the hand.

The boss felt a little strange and shook the gourd, but he didn't hear the sound of water inside.

Is it missing?

The boss checked the gourd and found no loopholes.

Feeling strange in his heart, the boss scooped a large spoonful of wine into it.

It's still not full, and it even feels the same as if it wasn't filled.

The boss didn't believe in evil, and scooped spoonful after spoonful of wine into it.

But this little gourd was like a bottomless pit, and the boss poured a whole jar of wine into it, but there was no reaction at all.

"How so?"

The boss looked puzzled and looked at the guest with a gourd.

"Guest, there's something wrong with your gourd!"

"This gourd has been with me for many years, what's the problem, isn't it that the boss bullied me blind and didn't give me wine, so I lied and deceived each other?"

The strange guest seemed a little angry.

Seeing this, the boss glanced at the empty wine jar, gritted his teeth, opened another jar, and began to add wine.

Soon, the jar of wine was empty, but the gourd in his hand was still fluttering, and there was no sign that it was about to overflow.

The boss was puzzled and poured the gourd downward, but he couldn't pour out a drop of wine.

"Really?"

It's the first time in my life that the boss has encountered this kind of thing, and it feels weird.

"The saint is silent, strange and confused, delusion, it must be an illusion."

After reciting a few words of Confucian classics, the boss opened another altar......

Looking at the wine jar that was empty again, the boss looked incredulous.

There is something wrong with this gourd, definitely something is wrong!

After thinking about it, the boss put the gourd back to the stranger and moved another jar of wine on the table.

"Guest, there is really a problem with your gourd, I am convinced, this jar of wine will be given to you, and no money will be charged."

The strange man laughed and said:

"Your boss is sincere, you waste so much wine, not only don't you charge me more, but you even give extra wine."

"I've always made the heaviest promise, and I said that I would help you fill a gourd of wine, but now I can't do it, why do I have the face to ask for wine money?"

"The boss is so upright, he should be a scholar, my name is Yang Luming, I don't know if I can ask for advice."

The strange man calls himself Yang Luming, but he is actually Yeming.

"Under the surname Song Mingcheng, the words are thick."

The boss gave his first name.

"I think Brother Hou is a blessed person, and he is really wronged to open a tavern here."

Ye Ming asked with a smile,

"Yang has a mansion here, thousands of acres of fertile land, several beautiful wives and concubines, and wants to give it to Brother Yanhou, I don't know what Brother Yan wants?"

Song Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile:

"Brother Yang is too good at joking, with this benefit, Brother Yang doesn't enjoy it himself, but gives it to me, how can there be such a reason in the world."

Yeming opened the mud seal, poured a bowl of wine, and after taking a sip, said with a smile:

"Naturally, I'm conditional."

"What are Brother Yang's conditions?"

"Brother Yan Hou will follow me for a period of time, serve before and after the saddle, and when the time comes, Brother Yan Hou will be able to get all the benefits he said before, how about it?"

When Song Cheng heard this, he smiled and waved his hand, and casually found an excuse to refuse:

"No, I'm still reluctant to give these turbid wines to myself, this world-high wealth, Brother Yang is better to give it to others!"

Ye Ming said with a smile: "Others don't have this blessing, even if they get it, they will only ruin their families, and only Brother Yan Hou can stand it." ”

Song Cheng only felt that Yeming's words were ridiculous, and he didn't agree, so he carried the empty wine jar and put it back on the shelf.

At this time, Yeming stood up and said:

"Brother Yan Hou is reluctant to let these fine wines go, but this matter is easy to solve."

When Song Cheng heard this, he looked at Yeming's gourd, could it be that this person planned to use this gourd to hold wine?

Just when he was reasonably suspicious, he saw Yeming step forward and hit a good wine jar with a bamboo stick in his hand.

The jar shattered, and the wine was scattered all over the floor.

Yeming's movements seemed to be slow and fast, and he raised his hand to shatter all the wine jars on the shelves, and the ground was full of wine and wine jar fragments.

Song Cheng was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to stop:

"What are you doing here? Stop, stop! ”

It's a pity that he couldn't stop Yeming at all, not only were all the wine jars on the shelves shattered, but Yeming also stepped into the back room and smashed the inventory inside.

"How can you be reasonable! Why are you? I have been kind enough to give you wine to drink, but you are so kind to take revenge, what is the reason? ”

Song Cheng was anxious and angry, and he couldn't stop Yeming, and he accused him.

Having smashed all the wine jars, Yeming smiled:

"Brother Yan Hou, now that your wine is gone, you should have no worries, are you willing to walk with me?"

When Song Cheng heard this, he was angry:

"Do you want me to walk with you and serve you? Don't! ”

"Then how can Brother Yan Hou be willing to walk with me?"

"This hut is my dwelling, and I'm not going anywhere!"

Song Cheng snorted, knowing that he was not the opponent of this strange man, he carried his hands as if he was angry, and he had the arrogant demeanor of a literati.

Ye Ming smiled when he heard this: "This matter is easy! ”

As he spoke, he poured the oil from the thatched house on the house, turned on the fire fold, and threw it into the oil.

Song Cheng, who looked like he would rather die than give in, was shocked when he noticed Ye Ming's behavior.

But by the time he tried to stop it, it was too late, and the fire had already burned.

It's strange to say, his family's turbid wine is not strong, in fact, it is no problem to use it for fire extinguishing, plus today's temperature, it stands to reason that even if someone sets a fire, it can't be burned.

But when there is a fire at night, the fire spreads rapidly, and it feels like pouring oil on the thatch in the summer, and the fire is very exaggerated.

Yeming walked out of the thatched hut in a hurry, and then held the only remaining jar of wine on the table in his arms, with a relaxed look on his face.

Song Cheng saw that the fire was too big to extinguish at all, he was smoked twice by the thick smoke, choking with tears and coughing repeatedly, so he had no choice but to cover his face with his sleeves and run out of the thatched house.

As soon as the man came out, the thatched house behind him had already collapsed.

Song Cheng looked back, and could only see a pile of burning flame ruins, while Yeming was leisurely hugging the wine jar on the side and taking a sip of wine.

"You wicked man, you are so unreasonable, I treat you kindly, but you act so viciously, go, go with me to see the official, see the official!"

Song Cheng, who was full of grief and anger, stepped forward and grabbed Yeming's sleeve, and wanted to pull him to see the official, but he couldn't pull Yeming at all.

Ye Ming smiled and asked, "Official?" Your thatched house on the side of the official road probably hasn't officially settled in the official mansion, I'm afraid there is not even a formal deed, what's the use of pulling me to see the official? ”

Song Cheng said angrily: "Nonsense, although my cottage is simple, it has also been officially named in the government, how can there be no deed?" ”

Ye Ming pointed to the thatched house that had been burned to ruins and smiled:

"It's urgent, you must not have time to take the deed, it can be seen that the deed must have been burned."

When Song Cheng heard this, a hint of smugness appeared on his face:

"I'm disappointed Your Excellency, I have always carried such an important thing as the title deed."

As he spoke, he proudly took out a piece of house deed from his arms, and just wanted to show it off, but he didn't prevent Yeming from moving too fast, so he took it directly in his hand.

It didn't count when he got it in his hand, he crumpled it into a ball three or two times and stuffed it into the mouth of the donkey root on the side.

The donkey is honest, what to eat, the deed is stuffed into the mouth, chewed, and eats.

"Title deed, my title deed!"

By the time Song Cheng wanted to reach out to save his deed, it was too late, and the deed had already been swallowed by the donkey.

"You...... You! ”

Song Cheng's whole body trembled, pointing at Yeming, trembling constantly.

Ye Ming said with an easy-going smile:

"Now, you have no proof.

Not only is there no evidence, there is no wine and huts.

Now you and I are the same, we have nothing.

No, I have one more donkey and one more cat than you. ”

Tear Ling, who was lying on the tree not far away, heard this, glanced at Yeming and stopped looking at him.

"Why the hell are you like this? What is the enmity between you and me, that you have forced me to come here? ”

Song Cheng gritted his teeth and stared at Ye Ming, his eyes eager to devour Ye Ming alive.

Ye Mingchao didn't care, just smiled:

"You and I have no grievances, all because I want to give you a great blessing."

"Fortune...... Destroying people's houses and cutting off people's livelihoods, what kind of blessing is this! ”

Song Cheng squatted on the ground decadently, his head bowed, and he was sad.

"The old ones don't go, the new ones don't come, you have no choice now, why don't you try to believe in Yang once, how about it?"

Ye Ming patted him on the shoulder, poured a bowl of wine and handed it to Song Cheng.

Song Cheng looked at the wine handed by Yeming, and saw Yeming's sincere smile without malice, and then thought that he was now homeless and had nowhere to go, sighed, took Yeming's wine, drank it all in one gulp, and proudly threw the bowl on the ground and smashed it.

"Okay, then I'll believe you once!"

Ye Ming looked at the broken bowl and said quietly:

"It was the last bowl in your house, and now that you broke it with your own hands, you really have nothing."

Song Cheng: ......

Yeming drank all the wine in the wine jar in his arms, threw away the wine jar casually, rode on the back of the donkey, and smiled at Song Cheng:

"Let's go, Old Song."

Song Cheng sighed, and set off with Yeming dejectedly.

Wait, what did he just call himself?

Old Song?

used to be called "Brother Yan Hou", but now it has become "Old Song"!?

......