There was nothing to say all night, and in the early morning, when the rooster had not yet announced, Xu Baichuan came out of the room early, and when he walked to the inn lobby, he was a little surprised by the scene in front of him.

The originally small inn was full of many people, all of them were ragged, with yellow faces and thin muscles, and it seemed that they were begging for food on this big Sunday, and why they would sit here, it was simple, every time at this time, the young men would boil several pots of porridge for them to eat, and when they were full, they could take a few buns and go, not how delicate the food was, but at least they couldn't be hungry on this day.

Today's young men are sharing porridge as always, perhaps because they got a big piece of silver from Xu Baichuan yesterday, and there are many more porridges today than in the past, so in addition to the people sitting in the inn, there are also many people lined up outside.

When there are too many people, there will be chaos and disputes, but the people outside the inn are very peaceful, except for the gurgling sound of the stomach, there is no sound at all.

Xu Baichuan looked at this scene, thoughtfully, and did not leave in a hurry, but found a vacant seat and quietly watched the young man divide the porridge.

Time passed slowly, and the young man finished biting the last bowl of porridge, handed it to an old man, and took out two steamed buns from the steamer next to him, and then stopped his work in thanks.

wiped his sweat, turned his head to look at Xu Baichuan, and smiled.

Xu Baichuan smiled, nodded, and took the initiative to ask questions and said a lot of things.

It was about asking the young man why he was giving soup and at the end of the day, asking the young man's name.

The young man did not hide it, and he said it.

"My surname is Wen, called Wen Fu, as for why the porridge, there is also a period of time, when this shop opened, when to do, originally just to see them pitiful, then gave some leftovers, who knows that through their tongue and tongue spread, one and two will know my inn, I am a kind person, I can't see them like this, so I give porridge every morning, carefully calculated should have been seven or eight years. ”

A man is like words, and he is indeed a kind person.

Xu Baichuan looked at some beggars kowtowing outside the door, and asked, "Isn't it a lot of money every day?"

Wen Fu nodded, also looked at the beggar outside the door, and sighed: "I have to spend three or four taels of silver every day, in the past, it was okay, the price of grain was cheap, one tael of silver was enough, but in recent days, it is said that there has been a snow disaster, the grain harvest is not good, and the price of one or two silver is now four taels, but there is no way, I can't let them come here empty-handed, and the feeling of being hungry is really not very comfortable." ”

Xu Baichuan said softly: "How long can you hold on?"

To the point, the inn is located in ten miles of Qinhuai, not the top prosperous place, but there are a lot of people, so many of the places are inns, there are a lot of people to choose from, and the inn opened by Wen Fu is not very affordable compared with others, there are very few people who come to stay, and it costs a lot of silver every day to go out, even if there is a lot of silver, it can't stand such a toss.

Wen Fu took off the apron around his waist and sat next to Xu Baichuan, neither light nor heavy, yawned, and said helplessly: "Hold on as long as you can, if I even starve myself to death, then I won't do it." ”

The implication is that if you still have money in hand, you will continue to give porridge, unless you can't even guarantee your own survival.

Merchants are greedy for profit, eager to break a penny into two flowers, eager to hold the money they earn tightly in their hands, and there are very few like Wen Fu.

Wen Fu poured a bowl of cold tea and drank it, stretched his waist, and said again, "Isn't it said in the book, if you are poor, you will be good alone, and if you are good, you will help the world, this is the truth, don't look at what I do is a lower ninth rate, I have also read a lot of books." ”

This is a famous saying of a sage, from the Three Emperors era of Meng Sheng, has been widely spread, but although it has been widely spread, but from ancient times to the present, only a few people can be done.

The Warm Charm is in the middle of it.

Xu Baichuan has read a lot of books, and he has a lot of favorite sentences, and he really admires this sentence, that Meng Sheng's knowledge is really high to the sky, and he can tell the world thoroughly in one sentence.

Xu Baichuan thought about it, stretched out a hand and put it in his arms, and when he took it out, it was a bag full of bags on the table, which was very dull.

Then he looked at Wen Fu, which contained an obvious meaning, that is, let him pick up the bag.

Wen Fu didn't stretch out his hand for the first time, but sighed, looking at the bag, very melancholy.

It's true that he is short of money, his daily expenses are very large, and he can't wait to find a few more money to enter, but he also has arrogance, he wants to give porridge is his own business, and he can't accept alms from others.

Not to be fed by the mouth, exactly.

Xu Baichuan quickly understood his thoughts, and said softly: "These should be used as a deposit for my rent." ”

Wen Fu was stunned, then laughed, said a good word, and then picked up the bag, put it in his hand and weighed it, and the smile on his face became even heavier.

Without him, only money is more!

Looks like we can add some meat to the porridge tomorrow.

In a good mood, Wen Fu decided to get up and go to the kitchen to cook, thinking about showing off his skills, firstly, to thank Xu Baichuan, and secondly, since he has been busy in the early morning, he has not imported a single grain of food, and he has long been hungry to the chest and back.

Xu Baichuan smiled and decided to stay in the place for a little longer, he was new to this place, and it was good to have a fixed place to rest.

What's more, Wen Fu does have some meaning, and it is rare.

Not long after Wen Fu entered the kitchen, there was a creaking sound on the stairs behind him, and it was supposed that a guest who was staying here had come down.

Xu Baichuan heard the sound and saw that it was a woman who was very beautiful, wearing a plain white dress, like a fairy in the painting coming out.

It's just a little mismatched, the fairy in the painting is carrying a spear, and if you look closely, it doesn't look like the fairy in the painting, but like a female general on a horse.

The woman sniffled, smelled the aroma of stir-fried food in the kitchen, and quickly glanced at the kitchen, nodded with satisfaction, and then saw Xu Baichuan sitting on the side, and did not see life, walked over, sat down with a golden knife, and said curiously: "It's really strange, there are no newcomers to this inn for more than half a month, I thought I was the only one, and today is a little unusual." ”

After finishing speaking, he kept looking at Xu Baichuan, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and when he saw the autumn wind, he sighed, and he didn't know what he was surprised about.

The woman thought for a moment with her gun and asked, "How are your swordsmanship?"

Xu Baichuan thought about it and replied with Shang Ke.

His swordsmanship is good among his peers, but looking at the entire sword cultivation lineage, it is a little inconspicuous, those old-timers have practiced swords for decades and hundreds of years, he can't compare, he can only answer okay.

The woman slapped the spear in her hand and asked excitedly, "How about you and I fight?"

Xu Baichuan chuckled lightly and was noncommittal.

He felt the presence of aura on this woman's body, it was obvious that this woman was a mountain and a wild cultivator, after all, the three sects had their own strengths, either calligraphy and painting, or talismans, and they all disregarded those who held weapons.

Except, of course, sword cultivation.

The woman continued to ask, "I'll give you money, how about you fight with me?"

Xu Baichuan looked at the very belligerent woman and said with a smile: "If I don't fight you, what will happen to you?"

The woman snorted, but she didn't have much emotion, but responded very casually, "If you don't fight, you won't fight, I'll go find someone else to fight, I'll tell you, I'm very powerful, they can't beat me." ”

Indeed, if it is a martial artist who is facing a woman, no matter how well he practices kung fu, or has the name of the first person, he can't take a few moves under the woman's gun, the reason is because no matter how high the martial arts of the rivers and lakes is, they only win with their own strength and skills, and the woman, as a monk, has a breath in her body, which is instilled in the spear, and it is not a problem to fight one against a hundred, which is strong and which is weak, at a glance.

The woman's behavior is quite a bit of a bully.

Xu Baichuan smiled but did not speak.

It didn't take long for Wen Fu to come out with a lot of dishes and fill the table.

The dish is not a delicacy of the mountains and the sea, but it is a home-cooked dish, but it has an unusual aroma and is very tempting.

The woman didn't see it, so she naturally took the chopsticks and ate it, and looked at the Wen Fu on the side and was stunned.

Wen Fu said helplessly: "Miss Mo, you only gave the money for accommodation, and the meal is ......"

Before she could finish speaking, the woman took out a piece of silver and put it on the table, smashing it with a loud noise.

Wen Fu didn't say anything after getting the money, but let the woman eat, while he himself went to the cellar and brought out a jar of good wine, and poured a bowl of each.

The wine is good, the food is good, and the guests and hosts enjoy this meal.

After eating, Wen Fu patted his butt and got up, put away the dishes, sent them back to the kitchen, and began to wash the dishes and chopsticks.

The woman burped and smiled contentedly.

Xu Baichuan took out an unfinished book and continued to read it, the sound of turning the book aroused the woman's curiosity, but he ignored it.

The woman pursed her lips and suddenly said, "My name is Mo Tianyu, what is your name?"

Xu Baichuan didn't take his eyes off the book, but just whispered his name.

His name is Xu Baichuan.