"I am a wine star, and I don't eat the sorrow and famine of the world. Xiukou slightly opened his sword light, who discussed swords and guns with me. Fish and yokan, jujube soup. It is difficult to gain and lose, and the cypress is fragrant. Yuechuan is not sleeping, and I will consider the king of the hundred valleys. ”

Following the sound, I saw that the black charcoal ball had washed its face, and it was humming a little song and walking to the front hall step by step.

"Where's this genre?"

Tang Zhongsong asked.

Because of the different customs and habits in different places, the lyrics of this tune are very different.

A person like Zhang Xuezhu, who has traveled from south to north, should be able to understand seven or eight points from the beginning......

I think that when he was in the Xingteng Inn in Jiying Town, he broke the identity of several people present, even if the onmyoji used magic, he may not be accurate.

But now, Zhang Xuexue frowned...... There was an indescribable tangled complexity in his face.

First, I really didn't hear the ins and outs.

The second is that in this way, it is particularly cheap in front of Tang Zhongsong, this kid.

"No...... Know ......"

Zhang Xuezhi said.

Although the lyrics and tunes are exaggerated and arrogant, it has a unique taste when you taste it carefully. ”

Tang Zhongsong said.

The black charcoal ball washed his face, and then he found a table in the front hall and sat down.

It's far from dinner time, and there are only two tables in the hall.

If it is an ordinary person, it is easy to find a secluded humblehead, after all, the two sides are not familiar with each other.

This black charcoal ball was poured well, and he sat directly next to Zhang Xuexuan and Tang Zhongsong.

There was a calm look in his expression.

He lifted his clothes, revealing another wine gourd around his waist.

"Alas...... The sword is broken, the wine is gone, but I am reluctant to drink these few sips......"

This wine gourd is exactly the same as the wine gourd that is three halves of wine.

This person also looks exactly like the man who is three and a half years old.

Tang Zhongsong felt that this side face became more familiar the more he looked at it, but he was a little uncertain, and he never dared to open his mouth to recognize him.

Zhang Xuezhu saw that he wanted to speak and stopped, so he asked, "Do you know?"

"Is there a very similar person in this world?"

Tang Zhongsong didn't answer, but threw out another question.

"Everything in the world is very similar. ”

Zhang Xuezhu said.

"Is there a person in the world who is exactly the same?"

Tang Zhongsong asked again.

"Everything in the world is very similar but independent. ”

Zhang Xuezhi said.

"So it's exactly the same, it must be one, and there won't be a second?"

Tang Zhongsong continued to ask.

Zhang Xuejiu did not answer immediately.

This kid is a goblin, I don't know what tricks he has set on himself between these words.

Besides, there is a case for everything.

The bride who enters the cave house can run away, what else can be said for sure?

"If that's the case, I know. If you're not sure, then I don't know. ”

Tang Zhongsong spread his hands and said.

Zhang Xuexue glanced at him and ignored him.

He and Jiu Sanhan had a friendship with Jiu Sanhan in the Xiangteng Inn in Dingxi Wangcheng, and he expected that the other party should be able to recognize him.

"I don't know. ”

I didn't think about the wine, and the third half boy looked at him carefully for a while before saying.

“...... Have you ever been to Dingxi Royal City?"

Tang Zhongsong asked.

"I've been, where I came from. ”

The wine three halves said.

His mind was completely out of it.

He only thinks about his broken sword and leftover wine.

"Did you look for Liu Ruiying in the Xiangteng Inn in Dingxi Wangcheng?"

Tang Zhongsong asked.

"Ahh

The third half of the wine suddenly had an epiphany and shouted.

"Remembered. ”

Tang Zhongsong glanced at Zhang Xuexuan a little proudly.

"No...... I don't know you. I just thought of something else. ”

I didn't think about the wine, but I stood up and left in a hurry.

"Liu Ruiying has already arrived at Bogu Building?"

Tang Zhongsong asked.

"You know him?"

The third half of the wine stopped and turned back and asked.

"Not only do I know it, but I know it very well. ”

Tang Zhongsong said.

"Me too, are you going to find him too?"

The wine three halves asked.

"We're not going to him, but we're going to Bogulou too. ”

Tang Zhongsong said.

"That's great, I'll go with you!"

The wine said halfway, but returned to the table and sat down.

"You're not in a hurry?"

Tang Zhongsong asked in surprise.

"No...... No hurry, let's go together!"

The third half of the wine said with some embarrassment.

"Why isn't Liu Ruiying with you?"

Tang Zhongsong asked.

He remembered that the person who drank three and a half was a little weird, and he didn't seem to have any ability to live, so he had to be protected by Liu Ruiying everywhere.

Now seeing him wandering alone in this Jingping Town, he is naturally secretly suspicious.

"Alas......"

The wine sanban sighed deeply.

Tang Zhongsong thought that there was something wrong between the two, but he thought that with Liu Ruiying's temperament and temper, this should be impossible.

"Last night I competed against one of the Bogu Lou people, and in the end I lost...... Even the sword was broken into sections. But he wasn't much better, and I ran out of pieces, all of which I cut in half. In the end, we buried the broken sword and the broken chess by the river that does not freeze for four seasons, and I went back to get ready for sleep. ”

The wine three halves said.

He finally drank the few sips of wine he had saved from the wine gourd.

"It used to be that every night I fell asleep drinking and holding my sword, but last night the sword was gone...... There are only a few sips of wine left...... I really can't sleep...... Remembering that in this Jingping Town, there is Lu Mingming's blacksmith shop in the south, so I want to give myself another sword. The original one was made by myself! It's easy to use, it's beautiful! The blue one, I like the blue one the most! It's a little deeper than the sky, a little lighter than the ocean, and it's the same as the blue of the end of the world!"

The wine three halves said.

But he habitually raised the wine gourd again, wanting to add a sip to his mouth, but he didn't expect it to trickle down......

All of a sudden, he lost his previous radiance.

With a gloomy face, he said lightly: "As a result, the blacksmith shop has been damaged by Liu Ruiying and the icicle man when they were fighting...... The flue is not working...... I don't understand that thing. As a result, the iron did not heat up after the night, but it got this end of the face of soot......"

After Zhang Xuezhu heard Lu Mingming's three words, he suddenly became a little more focused.

After hearing this, Tang Zhongsong wanted to laugh out loud, but he felt a little impolite.

"Laugh if you want to laugh, isn't it uncomfortable to hold back? My grandmother said, don't let go of farts, don't say anything, and don't laugh if you want to laugh, they are the most long-lasting!"

The wine three and a half said seriously.

Hearing this, even Zhang Xuexue couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

But Zhang Xuezhu felt that the wine was very unusual.

Not only did he know Lu Mingming, but he also gave Tianya a color.

Presumably, where the sea and the sky meet, after the dark blue touches the light blue, the dark blue is not so deep, and the light blue is not so light, just like his broken sword.

Although Zhang Xuejiu has never seen the sword of the wine three halves, he already has his own outline in his heart.

It's as if no one has ever seen the end of the world, but everyone has their own world in their hearts.

Your blue, his green, my red.

Each has its own world, and each brews its own splendor.

"When did you arrive at Bogu Tower? ”

Tang Zhongsong asked.

"Yesterday. ”

The wine three halves said.

"How many days have you been gone?"

Tang Zhongsong asked again.

"I don't know...... My wine gourd was empty sixteen times. ”

The third half of the wine weighed his wine gourd and said.

"A pot a day?"

"Two pots a day. A pot in the morning and a pot in the afternoon. ”

The wine three halves said.

Tang Zhongxuan made a calculation, Liu Ruiying set off from Dingxi Wangcheng and walked for more than eight days.

But he had to outdo them by two days.

In terms of the horse's foot strength, his own will definitely not be slower than Liu Ruiying's, so the problem lies in the person who leads the way......

The third half of the wine is anxious at the moment...... I really have no interest in continuing to greet the two of them.

He didn't like to cause trouble...... But along the way, it seems that he has been constantly causing trouble for the people around him.

"Let's go, go up to Bogu Tower with this friend of yours. ”

Zhang Xuezhu got up and said.

"Huh, leaving now, not eating?"

Tang Zhongsong is still thinking about the pot of "bird's nest tofu with rice." ”

"When I'm done, I'll treat you to dinner. ”

Zhang Xuezhi said.

In fact, Tang Zhongsong is going to stay in Bogu Building to study this time, and before the literary world in Zhongdu is held, I am afraid that he will not have the opportunity to leave again.

Zhang Xuejiu has already made a calculation.

When this is over, you must go back to this canteen to try this bird's nest and tofu.

Even if you have to wait for a few days, you don't hesitate to do it.

"I know you can't wait...... Take it and eat it on the way!"

The three of them were about to go out, but the shopkeeper, Xiao Er, and the cook came over and said.

He handed Zhang a bag with a small clay pot in a rope pocket.

"It's ......"

Zhang Xuezhu touched the crockpot and it was still warm.

"It's really too late for rice. This tofu has been dipped in water and adjusted, just eat it directly. ”

The shopkeeper, Xiao Er, the cook said.

"How much?"

Tang Zhongsong asked.

"Let's get on with it!"

I saw the shopkeeper, Xiao Er, and the cook waved his hand and said, but he didn't take a penny.

Zhang Xuejiu handed the burden to Tang Zhongsong.

He felt the warmth in his hand, and couldn't help but lift the lid of the can, and suddenly it was sour, fragrant, spicy, and punky!

"There are chopsticks on the table, so you can take them away and use them...... People who have expensive intestines remember to wash more, and they are afraid that they will not be clean if they are put for a long time. ”

The voice of the shopkeeper, Xiao Er, and the cook came from the back hall.

But he never showed up again.

The wine three halves don't care.

He had already picked up a pair of chopsticks, reached into the jar, took out a piece of tofu and ate it.

The pine in the soup did not eat it.

"This man is so nice. ”

Tang Zhongsong looked at the road to the back hall and said.

"It is said that the three virtues, five paths, and seven sons in Bogulou are the sages of the world, and I don't think they all add up to half of him. ”

Tang Zhongsong continued.

"He's not an ordinary person. ”

Zhang Xuezhi said.

Anyone can say the truth, and anyone can do things.

The truth will be said or not, and things can be done or not.

Isn't it the most despicable to be able to say it or not, to do it or not, to pretend to be unfathomable?

The three of them walked out of the dining hall side by side and ran towards Leyouyuan.

There are no horses in the third half of the wine, so they can only share a horse with Tang Zhongsong, so they don't go very fast.

In the antechamber of the dining hall, next to Tang Zhongsong's seat just now, there was a bag.

Just now, he only cared about taking the crockpot handed over by Zhang Xue, but he forgot his original outfit.

Sure enough, without Park Jung-hong by his side, Tang Zhongsong is indeed a bit of a wretch......

"Does your sword have a name?"

Zhang Xuezhu asked the third half of the wine.

"No, a sword is a sword. ”

Jiu Sanhan shook his head and said.

Zhang Xuezhi was shocked by this sentence for a long time......

In order to make their swords famous, people in the world do everything they can to stack words.

The ghost sword, the sword is fast, like a ghost.

The sword of the frightening wind, the sword is frightening, the sword is coming and the wind is not daring.

However, the third half of the wine said that a sword is a sword.

The person who can say the color of the end of the world has created a sword with the color of the end of the world, but he does not name it, but says that the sword is the sword.

There is no loss of essence because of appearances, everything is in the existence and non-existence.

A gust of wind blew the bag to the ground, and the scattered items flew everywhere.

One of the exquisitely crafted vermilion lacquered wooden boxes is the most eye-catching.

It contains a famous post written by Huo Wang, the king of Dingxi, which is the certificate for Tang Zhongsong and Zhang Xuezhu to go to Bogulou.

Bogulou is located at the junction of the Dingxi Royal Domain and the Zhenbei Royal Domain, so he is naturally a little polite to these two kings, otherwise how could Huo Wang send Tang Zhongsong a white juancao uniform so easily?

Although it is a good product...... But there are many people in the world who have boiled their heads white for this white dress.

Everyone says that reading is good, and young children are old.

Even if you break your elbow when you write and have sores on your tongue when you read, you don't dare to say that you will definitely not lose your name.

The shopkeeper, Xiao Er, and the cook filled the hearth with firewood in the back hall.

The furnace was still the same big black cauldron of cast iron.

It's just that it's no longer tofu in the pot, but fragrant rice.

A lid was added to the pot, and it was bubbling with steam.

The shopkeeper, Xiao Er, and the cook pinched the top of the pot lid with two fingers, and with a slight turn, the edge of the pot lid turned leisurely under the steam support.

Lap by lap, the speed is neither fast nor slow.

The back hall is a very noisy place.

Although there is no stir-frying, hot oil, and stir-frying, the steamed rice is not much quieter.

The firewood in the hearth was crackling.

It was the fire that had drained the last shred of water out of its door.

When the water evaporated, it turned into handfuls of ashes.

However, in exchange for a large pot of crystal full, silver-white rice, it is also a matter of duty.

The shopkeeper, Xiao Er, and the cook splashed the water that washed his face with three halves of wine on the ground on the side.

The land of spring has an extreme thirst for water.

That is, after a few turns, the bucket has disappeared from the ground, leaving not even a trace of dampness.

He looked at the little firewood left at the base of the wall, and thought that he would have to cut wood again the day after tomorrow at the latest.

Coal was too expensive for him to use.

The people who come to Bokulou now are not as good as they used to be......

One and two are young masters and young women, who have fine skin and tender meat in front of and back, where will they come to his canteen to fight.

Unless it is dark and windy, there is really no way, I will go to the inn next to it for one night, and then ask the servant to order a few bowls of white porridge to make up for a meal.

Over time, his level of steaming rice and cooking porridge is indeed getting better and better.

There is nothing else in Jingping Town, but there is only one benefit, that is, the well water here is extremely sweet and clear.

The northwest wind and sand are large, and the salinity is large.

In many places, the well water has to be dried in the sun for two or three days.

After a thick layer of water skin has formed on the surface of the water, this layer of water skin is picked up, and then a coarse cloth is used as a strainer to grate off other impurities in the water before eating.

That's it, if you boil, it will be extremely bitter in your mouth.

People who are a little picky have to boil it first before cooking, otherwise the radish and potatoes have an awkward taste.

However, the well water in Jingping Town does not need to be filtered by exposure to the sun at all, and there is a sweet aftertaste when you drink it empty, which makes people's cheeks suddenly grow a lot of spit, and unconsciously open up their appetite.

The shopkeeper, Xiao Er, and the cook scooped out a scoop of water from the water tank again, but instead of pouring it into the bucket, he put it on the ground in a bowl.

As soon as the bottom of the bowl touched the ground and made a crisp sound, a wild goose swayed out from behind the firewood pile, chirping and drinking water.

Its left foot is made of false webs made of wood and is very delicate. But after all, it is not an ontological object, and it is inevitable that it will be unbalanced.

"Drink so fast, choke you!"

The shopkeeper, Xiao Er, the cook said.

Although the words were harsh, his expression was very relaxed, as if he was joking with a friend.

When the wild goose heard this, it only "wooed" twice, turned around, and shook its upturned feathers at him.

"Dragged you...... Tomorrow I'll strip the hair off your ass and make you a bare goose, I'm so embarrassed!"

The shopkeeper, Xiao Er, the cook said.

Then he picked up a small cigarette stick at the very back of the clamshell stove.

How small is this cigarette stick? It's about half as long as he slaps it.

Leaning against the edge of the stove, he grabbed a handful of shoddy tobacco from his pocket and stuffed it into a thumb-sized pot.

Some of the tobacco shredds fell softly between the cracks, but they were all eaten by the wild geese.

The shopkeeper, Xiao Er, and the cook looked at it and smiled.

Even though the back hall was so lively, he could hear the sound of bags falling on the ground in the front hall outside.

Judging from the timbre, it must be a soft object.

Because the initial sound is not brittle or high, just a muffled sound.

Then, as if the chopsticks were overturned, there were many sounds that spread to the ground.

They have different weights and textures, so they land in different sequences.

The shopkeeper, Xiao Er, and the cook know that this is definitely not a chopstick cage.

Because his chopsticks are made of wood, the first sound of falling to the ground will be extremely crisp.

The distance between the table and the ground is not high, and the wooden chopsticks will only bounce slightly when they fall to the ground, but this is enough to scatter the chopsticks inside.

The chopsticks are all the same thickness and weight, so there is not much difference in the order and timbre of the chopsticks.

But the most important point is that his chopsticks are nailed to the table with steel nails.

Unless the wind overturns the table, the chopsticks can't be blown off at all.

If the table is scraped over, the movement will not be known......

The table is boxy, and you have to bump and bump at least to stop.

If that were the case, the sound of chopsticks would have been muffled up long ago.

But it's also impossible.

Because his table was firmly nailed to the ground with steel nails, and even the foundation of the ground was poured with stainless steel, and no amount of wind could blow it away.

So the thing that made the noise must not have been the original thing in his dining room.

And since the opening this morning, there have only been two groups of three people in total.

This thing must have fallen on them.

There's only one reason people leave things behind, and that's to forget.

If you don't want it on purpose, you don't forget it, it's called discarding.

Discarded things are always remembered, but never looked back again. And what you forget, there is always a moment when you can remember it again.

This moment could be immediate, it could be days, it could even be ten years.

But no matter how long it takes, they will still remember it.

It's like some people want to see each other, but they shouldn't say goodbye.

Some people don't want to see it, but they have to.

The shopkeeper, Xiao Er, and the cook see all these very clearly.

If they really don't want it, they won't clean it up themselves.

Just leave it like that, and it's not in the way if it's scattered on the ground anyway.

Because no one will come at all, so naturally it will not be in the way.

So why did he steam a pot of rice?

Just because he wanted to.

He wasn't hungry himself, and he couldn't eat so much when he was hungry.

He can't sell it, even when it comes to the so-called food.

It's just that he misheard Tang Zhongsong's words before, but it aroused his desire to steam a pot of rice.

Self-satisfaction, that's all.

Why did he hear the sound of the thing landing so clearly at this moment, but he misheard Tang Zhongsong's words?

Just because he doesn't want to.

He didn't want to hear what they were saying, and he didn't have any interest in hearing clearly.

But the sound still occasionally slips through the net, and he has to hear it.

He was really annoyed by this for a long time.

In the end, it was helpless......

He quietly finished the pot of tobacco, watching the wind outside suddenly stop suddenly, but he never heard anyone come back to pick up the object.

At the end of the day, he's not a native either.

It's just that he has been here for a long time, but compared to Tang Zhongsong and Zhang Xuezhu, they are authentic locals.

He also has a name, although his identity is indeed the shopkeeper, Xiao Er, and the cook.

But his name is never even mentioned.

The townspeople just called him "Hey!"

If you don't say yes, then say "Hey!" again!"

Two sounds, and he will answer.

If he doesn't answer twice, he is drunk.

He drank only ten days a month.

Whether it can be opened or not in those ten days, whether it is cooked or not, it is all up to luck.

If you are lucky, you drink less, and when you wake up, you will open.

Bad luck, I drank too much, and the wine didn't wake up, so it didn't open.

Although it is a matter of luck, there are very few people who come to try their luck......

There was only one knife in the entire back hall.

Chopping vegetables, chopping wood, killing pigs, slaughtering cattle, and slaughtering sheep all rely on this knife.

Looking at the shape of the knife, it is almost the same as an ordinary firewood knife.

It's just that the blade is wrapped in a thick layer of red rust.

It's also a piece of mottled ...... that will be brought down by cutting vegetables

But he doesn't care, anyway, the food he cooks is so fine, heavy oil, heavy sour and spicy, even Ma Wenchao, who is almost the world's top chef, may not be able to taste the difference.

He used the tip of his wood knife to clean all the soot from the smoke pot, and then squatted down to blow at the lame geese.

He laughed again when he saw it screaming in dissatisfaction and fleeing back to its nest behind the pyre.

Finally, he decided to go to the front and have a look.

Although he sees things very clearly, it doesn't mean that he doesn't care about something.

Tang Zhongsong and Zhang Xuexue repeatedly mentioned the four words Dingxi Wangcheng in their conversation before, which was one of the things that made him care.

Seeing him leave the back hall, the wild goose staggered out again, flew to the stove with a flutter, on the spot he had just leaned on, and then fluttered down again.

It was just two flutters, but his knife for chopping vegetables, dividing meat, chopping wood, and digging up soot fell to the ground.

After falling to the ground, he made a loud noise, knocking off some rust on the knife, revealing a cold glow.

Although only one star.

But it was brighter than the sun at noon.

The sun's rays make people feel warm and safe.

But the cold light of this star makes people shiver and cold.

Thinner and sharper than an iron nail, like an awl to pierce your eyes.

He walked to the antechamber and saw that sure enough, a bag had fallen to the ground.

He stared at the lacquered wooden box in a daze, then picked up a broom from the wall and swept them all into a pile.

He still let them lie on the ground, not even willing to reach out and pick them up.

The broom swept over the vermilion lacquered wooden box, and indeed accidentally cut open the draw-on lid of the box.

A golden silk book inside fell out, blown out by the wind, and stuck to his lap.

He turned the broom around, picked up the book with the broom rod, and stuffed it back into the wooden box.

The silk book was tightly folded, and not even a single crease was misplaced.

Even with such a long pole, he could do such a delicate job.

Based on this alone, he is already worthy of Zhang Xuezhu's evaluation of 'not an ordinary person'.