There is a west village in Guzhou City, and of course there is a Dongzhuang.

Dongzhuang now has no big staff, but as long as it is a Zhuangzi, there must be a small inn, and there is a small restaurant in the inn, which is a small inn in Dongzhuang.

The big lantern of the small inn had been hung up early, and a bored old man, brushing his mustache, looked in the direction of Guzhou City, which must be a guest coming from this direction.

A guest appeared on the road, riding a black donkey, and the guest was dangling from the donkey.

This is a bald guest, he looks very anxious, he must want to go home to see his wife at this moment, but unfortunately this person has no wife.

The flower monk has broken three branches, he feels that this donkey is slow, he doesn't want to walk, and after many years of life enjoyment, he is used to sitting in a carriage.

But today he has no carriage to sit in, and he knows that there is a man who likes to ride in a carriage, and this person is a soul chaser, and this person must be chasing him in a carriage.

Monk Hua's black donkey had already come to the front of the inn, and the old man in front of the inn stared at Monk Hua.

It is a business that must be done, this is the duty of the innkeeper, the moment the old man saw the black donkey, he knew that his business had come.

"Guest officer?。。 Guru?.. You stay in the hotel, or drink some wine," the old man looked at the flower monk, and the person in front of him was not dressed as a merchant or a monk.

The old man doesn't know how to call him anymore, this person is dressed very specially, but he is also a small shopkeeper, and his head must be very smart.

A strong smell of wine rushed into the old man's nose at this moment, this person has a big smell of wine, this big bald head seems to have just come out of the winery.

Monk Hua saw the inn's signboard 'Dongzhuang Xiao Liu's house', and he remembered Liu Hemp in the West Village, which was the most stupid hemp.

Monk Hua walked into the small inn, and he was muttering in his heart, he was obviously an old man, why did he choose the name 'Xiao Liu's family'? But he was so sleepy, he wanted to sleep here.

The inn is very simple, there is a restaurant when you come in, a few simple wooden tables, a few simple wooden chairs, and a few simple guests inside.

Of course, there are guests with wine and food, this is dusk, this is a good time for the peasant man to have fun, and the flower monk can no longer smell what kind of wine this is.

He felt that the smell of wine on his body at this moment must be greater than the smell of wine in the restaurant, this is Su Hai's 'burning knife', this wine is very strong, suitable for resolute men to drink.

Seeing the flower monk walking in, the guests looked at this strange visitor.

"This is a drunken old monk," quipped an ageless man, with one foot on the edge of his chair.

"Sixth, I think he's still a frustrated old monk," said a man next to the man, who had a wine glass in his hand, his chest open, and his long thief eyebrows.

"Little gambler, how can you be sure?" asked the man named Lao Liu, his eyes did not leave the flower monk, his eyes seemed to see a great god of wealth.

"Monks don't drink, and a monk who drinks must be a frustrated monk," the little gambler said.

The little gambler's mouse eyes were rolling around the thief, his hand turned the wine glass in his hand, and the flower monk was thinking, if this person put his hand on his face, he would definitely not find his eyes.

"Not necessarily," said the old six.

"Why?" asked the little gambler.

"This is a monk who has gone the wrong way, he must not be able to find his temple," the sixth smiled, he was very proud, and he clasped the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

Monk Hua felt that this was a naked provocation, which was more uncomfortable than flirting, Monk Hua was enduring it, he knew that the impulse must be the devil.

The flower monk looked at their wooden table, and there were two strange things on their table, these were two strange weapons, which were not the farmer's head.

These are two spears with handles shorter than spears, and the blades of the thieves are shining in the reflection of the oil lamps on the table, and the hearts of the people of the forest.

"Sit down, guest officer!" The old man was very enthusiastic, he wiped the chair with his sleeve, and he saw very clearly that the cloth worn by this drunken monk was satin.

This is a rich monk, such a person, even if they are drunk, they also have silver on their bodies, and silver is a good thing.

The old man squinted his eyes and quickly sent a pot of tea, which was a pot of coarse tea, and the flower monk did not smell the fragrance of tea.

"Something to eat?" Monk Hua felt a little hungry, he remembered that the damn Su Hai didn't let him eat it, and he saw that Su Hai's big box had braised meat.

"Yes, there are braised pork and clear soup noodles, guest officers, etc.," said the old man.

"Monks also eat meat?" the sixth child was still joking.

"The monk who has no meat to eat is very pitiful!" the little gambler echoed.

Monk Hua was still enduring it, he just wanted to eat quietly, he was already very hungry, he saw that the few remaining guests of the inn had slipped away, they must have eaten their stomachs.

"This is a mute monk," the sixth retracted his foot, and he picked up his wine glass, which quickly reached his mouth and gagged him.

Monk Hua felt that the root of the ear finally had a little quiet, he really wanted to eat some braised pork quietly, he was indeed hungry, he remembered the grapes in Wanhualou, and his big chaise longue.

The meat still hasn't come up, the old man has been gone for a long time, and Monk Hua feels that the old man must be cutting the meat carefully.

The tea has been drunk, the meat still hasn't come up, the flower monk is a little anxious, he doesn't want to drink tea, now he wants to eat some meat, the braised meat is still not delivered, the old man must be stirring the juice of the braised meat.

At this moment, another old man walked into the small restaurant, he patted his shirt gently, his clothes were gorgeous, it was a well-fitting purple robe, and the old man was holding a sword in his hand.

The old man sat down at the table where the farmers had just sat down, and he looked at the rest of the dishes on the table, and he nodded.

"Old shopkeeper, my braised pork?" Monk Hua felt that his stomach was already growling, a person who enjoyed habits, he didn't like to be hungry like this.

The old shopkeeper finally came out of the back hall, his expression was very anxious, on his cloth coat, he rubbed one of his hands vigorously, and in his other hand he held a bowl of marinade, no marinated meat.

"Old shopkeeper, my braised pork?" Monk Hua still said the same thing, he was thinking about his braised pork.

"Master Guest, how can the meat be gone?" said the old shopkeeper, the old shopkeeper stared at his old eyes, he looked at every guest in the restaurant in surprise, it seemed that someone had stolen his braised meat.

"Meat gone?" Monk Hua was a little deflated, he held back his anger, "Come to a bowl of clear soup noodles!"

Face? How could the noodles be gone?" the old shopkeeper lowered his head, as if he wanted to find his noodles on the ground, his noodles must have long legs, and ran out of the back hall.

"My meat, my noodles? Turn around, why is it gone?" The old shopkeeper was talking to himself, and he turned and went into the back hall again, and he went to look for his flesh and noodles.

"This is an old shopkeeper who doesn't know how to do business," the sixth man's voice sounded again, and he whistled.

Monk Hua felt that this whistle was particularly unpleasant, this whistle brought him irritability, and his old face moved slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Old shopkeeper, I'm leaving, where is my little donkey?" Monk Hua felt that he couldn't stay here for a long time, and he wanted to leave.

The old shopkeeper walked out of the back hall quickly, one of his hands on his forehead, he wiped his sweat, he didn't find his braised pork and noodles, he must be in a hurry.

The old shopkeeper walked out of the restaurant quickly, his eyes looked around, and a voice came into the ears of the flower monk, "Donkey, why is the donkey gone?"

The donkey is gone? Monk Hua felt that his wine strength had completely woken up, how could the donkey that had just come be gone?

Monk Hua felt a chill in his back, and a cool breeze went straight up from under his feet, and his eyes looked at this restaurant.

This old shopkeeper must have said this, and Monk Hua wanted to leave this restaurant with nothing immediately.

He didn't want to ask, there must be no bed in the inn in this restaurant!

"Master Guest, don't you live in the store?" The old shopkeeper turned around and saw the flower monk who had already stood up.

"The guest room, the guest room is gone!" a voice came from the sixth child's table, and Monk Hua heard a burst of laughter, which was a contemptuous mockery.

Monk Hua's hand turned the rosary in his hand, the speed of the rosary turned more and more, his eyes began to lighten, and his eyes looked at this man named Lao Liu.

"Who are you, why do you always want to find fault?" Monk Hua was already angry, he couldn't control his anger.

"My name is Lao Liu, you don't have hair, your ears should be able to hear," Lao Liu said.

"I thought he was really a mute, it turned out to be an old monk who would lose his temper," said the little man named Little Gambler.

"Clear soup noodles, a plate of braised pork!" a voice interrupted their conversation, and another man came out of the back hall.

"My noodles, my braised pork!" the old shopkeeper cried out when he saw all this, and his voice was very loud.

"Yes, it's your noodles, your braised pork, that's right!" said the man who came out, holding a bowl of clear soup noodles in one hand.

This bowl of noodles is still steaming hot, this bowl must be very hot, but this bowl is in the man's hand, the end is very stable, and his other hand is holding a plate.

The smell of braised pork on the plate, the flower monk has already smelled it, the sauce of the marinade is very fragrant, and there is also the smell of chives.

Monk Hua had a feeling of being deceived, and he glanced at the old shopkeeper with hatred, who had already entered the restaurant.

"How could they be in your hands?" asked the old shopkeeper.

"It just so happened that I came here and smelled the aroma of braised pork, and I couldn't wait, I wanted it," the man said.

The old shopkeeper remembered his braised pork, just cut it, and went to mix it with a marinade by himself, and when he came back, it was gone?

"My face?" continued the old shopkeeper.

"It just so happens that when I was eating braised pork, I thought about it, and I also wanted to eat a bowl of noodles," the man said.

The old shopkeeper remembered his noodles, just took them out, went to get some water by himself, and came back with no noodles?

"My black donkey?" the flower monk remembered his donkey.

"It just so happened that I was going to use it after eating, and I was afraid that someone would steal it, so I hid it," the man said.

With such a big donkey, where can he hide?, Monk Hua suppressed his anger and asked, 'Where are you hiding?'

"It just so happened that I found the guest room behind the restaurant, and I hid it in the guest room," the man said.

"So, there are no more guest rooms now?" Monk Hua began to get angry.

"Yes, the guest room let the donkey sleep!" the man smiled happily.