In the evening, Guobei County, Zuifang Building

It was dark, and the beggars still couldn't make it up to the second floor.

The beggar Liu has no bottom in his heart, he is different from this group of heartless beggars, his net worth is gone, so the beggar Liu runs to the staircase from time to time to look left and right.

On the other side, the beggar sat at the table in a daze, holding an empty wine glass in both hands, his eyes were blank and he didn't know what he was thinking, and his mouth moved silently.

Some of the beggars at the table had fallen asleep on the table, and some were scratching their ears and cheeks and looking anxious.

As time passed, the frequency of the beggar Liu going to the staircase to look also increased, he squeezed his hands vigorously, sat down and stood up again.

Wow, wow, wow

The steward finally came over, took two handymen, and politely invited a few beggars up.

The beggar Liu breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go!" After shouting, he walked to the staircase first.

A few people circled up the mahogany carved staircase, and the beggars reached the second floor, where they had never been.

It was getting late, and the second floor was already empty of guests.

At this time, a red silk cloth was spread on the ornate brocade carpet, and it was spread from the staircase on the second floor to a table at the corner of the second floor.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please walk on the red cloth and take an auspicious head. The steward stood on the carpet on the side, raised his hand to the red cloth on the ground, and gestured to a few people.

A few beggars carefully stepped on the red cloth with their feet.

Seeing the beggars' reactions, the steward nodded without a trace, "I have already made the master of the dishes, arranged the signature dishes for you, and prepared a few jars of good frozen mash." The steward, who paced slowly and bent over with a smile on his face, raised his hand and led the way as he spoke.

When did the beggars receive such service? Every beggar, including the beggar Liu, was now full of red light, as if they had drunk wine, and walked on the red silk with one foot deep and one foot shallow, without stepping half a step on the carpet on either side.

"What mash?" said a beggar who took the steward's words, and the whole person said in a flutter.

"Rice is harvested in October, for which spring wine is used to Jiemei Shou. It's the words in "Poems". The steward patiently explained.

A few beggars nodded as if they didn't understand, not daring to show their timidity at all.

On the seat, a few beggars sat a little restrained, they looked at the famous paintings and antiques around them from time to time, and then looked at the tattered ones on their bodies, and wiped their hands on their clothes, everyone's faces were a little uncomfortable, they felt that they were out of place here.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, several beggars showed their true colors, threw away their chopsticks, grabbed vegetables with their hands, and drank wine in the jar, making a mess of this good table of wine.

At some point, standing beside the steward at the top of the stairs, stood several black-clad guards.

The beggar Liu was drunk and staggered to the steward. The steward bent down, and the beggar Liu put his arm on the steward's shoulder.

"I'm afraid the money is not enough...", the beggar Liu who was full of wine said to the steward, and his feet went straight into the steward's arms.

The steward smiled and helped the beggar Liu with no disgust, and comforted him softly and quietly: "It's okay, it's okay, a few people have signed the contract."

"Then where do we work, Zhou family. Straightening his body, the beggar Liu stood on tiptoe and tilted his head and said.

"That's not it, our Zhou family has a few small mines near here, and the work of quarrying in this mountain has not been enough..."

"Ah!" beggar Liu's wine woke up in an instant, he pushed away the kind steward, and looked at the steward in front of him with wide eyes, looking incredulous.

"One, two... Five, six!" The steward didn't care about the beggar Liu's reaction, but just pointed at the beggars present with his hand, counted the number of people, and saw that the steward had ordered himself, but he missed the beggar Zeng.

"No, what about him, there are seven of them!" beggar Liu shouted loudly, pulled the steward's clothes vigorously, and pointed to the beggar Zeng.

"People signed a pseudonym, a beggar, and didn't draw a handprint, of course it doesn't count. The steward spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a smile on his face, with some sarcasm in his eyes.

The beggar Liu looked at the beggar who was staggering over and raised his hand tremblingly, his fingers shook and pointed at the beggar Zeng, and he couldn't speak.

The beggar looked at the beggar Liu drunkenly, burped, turned his head, and then turned his head to the steward, "Money!"

The steward looked suddenly enlightened, and took out an abacus from the side, and he crackled the abacus while saying: "The money has always been one hundred and sixty yuan, and six people have nine hundred and sixty yuan."

When the beggar heard this number, he leaned forward, pressed his hand on the abacus beads, and said with a smile: "Oh, I can't pretend to be so many copper coins, add forty wen, give one or two silver."

The steward looked at the beggar Zeng and smiled, "Cheng, just one or two, remember to bring more people next time." ”

Zeng beggar smiled, waved his hand, and staggered downstairs, the guards at the staircase made way for a small passage, and when Zeng beggar passed, the passage was blocked again.

The beggar Liu felt anger mixed with the strength of the wine, his whole person was a little unsteady on his feet, he looked at the disappeared figure of the beggar, returned to China, and looked at the beggars in the corner of the second floor with sadness in his eyes.

"The night of the heavenly street, the return to the horse is slow, the golden shelf... The moon is bright, and the shadow of the flowers is heavy..."

The front cavity with the smell of wine came from under the stairs, from near to far, and the black-clothed guards in the restaurant also surrounded a group of beggars from left to right with the clapping of the steward.

The singing tone turned, with sadness and tears.

"Hey... The shadow of the flower is heavy, look ~ the joy is boiling..."

The drunken and slightly smoky tone turned, and the sound was long and graceful.

"Smiley,

Rongchun..."