Han Qiu Equinox arrived at the store very early today, and there is still one day, and everyone is curious about whether anyone will die after two days have passed?

It is rare for Guobei County to be a little turbulent, so most of the people look at this matter with the mood of watching a play.

Whether this woman is a fool of her words, or whether it is true, will be revealed soon.

Discussions about this matter can be heard everywhere in Guobei County now, and wine shops are no exception.

Han Qiu saw that someone took advantage of this matter to open the plate in the morning.

Now the one with the highest odds is whether there will be a dead person, and the other is where the crime occurred.

Han Qiufen was also very curious, so he planned to get ready to go to Mr. Wei for a drink after closing today, and listen to his opinion on this matter.

Han Qiufen, who was cleaning up the table, noticed that there was suddenly a shadow in front of the table, so he raised his head and glanced at it, then lowered his head again, his mouth did not move, but the movements of his hands were obviously much faster.

The scholar's bookcase didn't know where to go, and he carried his hands on his back. Taking advantage of the daylight, he walked into the door of the mutton wine shop, and without waiting for the guy who ran the hall to beckon him to take a seat, he walked to Han Qiufen, who was still cleaning up the table, and didn't speak, just stood quietly aside and waited.

"Not going to place a bet?" the scholar began.

Han Qiufen didn't speak, hung the wet rag on the handle of the bamboo tube containing the tableware, sorted everything out, and prepared to leave with the bamboo tube.

The bamboo tube that had just left the table was held by a white but powerful hand, and then pressed back into its original place, the scholar's strength was not small, and the dishes and chopsticks in the bamboo tube were shaken, making a lot of noise.

The guests at the surrounding tables then stopped talking and looked at Han Qiufen and the scholar.

Han Qiufen arched his hand to the surroundings, apologized to the guests around him for being disturbed, and then glanced at the scholar's hand on the bamboo tube.

I saw that Han Qiufen's falling palm was instantly tightened, and his five fingers were sword fingers, and he took a step forward and brushed the sword fingers from the bottom to the top.

Han Qiufen's fingers hit the scholar's wrist like lightning, and the scholar's hand quickly released as if it were touching fire.

Han Qiufen's other hand followed the trend and regained control of the bamboo tube in his hand.

Han Qiufen, who was holding the bamboo tube in one hand and carrying it in the other, straightened up, and looked at the scholar motionlessly with his eyes.

He was waiting for the scholar to explain.

"Don't look at me like that, just make a joke casually. The scholar shrugged his shoulders, raised his wrist to his eyes, and gently tried to turn it back and forth.

There were no injuries in the place where he had just been pointed, but the scholar himself knew that under the defenseless finger just now, his hand bones had been injured by this miscellaneous handyman.

The scholar's thick dark eyebrows twitched, put his hands behind his back again, shook his placket, and sat down.

I didn't care about the autumn equinox anymore.

Seeing that the scholar was silent, Han Qiufen continued to be busy.

In the afternoon, the official sent a notice that there would be a curfew tonight, and all households would close on time.

The mutton liquor store also closed much earlier than usual. After two or two of the knives were burned, I saw the scholar who was walking out after settling the accounts.

Han Qiufen raised the burning knife in his hand and shook it towards the scholar.

The scholar was stunned for a moment, then immediately came back to his senses and walked towards the Han Autumn Equinox.

As the sun sets, the road is rendered a rich gold, and the red glow changes the color of the sky, some of which are pale pink, while others are pale purple.

One by one, it's beautiful.

Han Qiufen walked in front, and the corners of his black cloth swayed with his steps.

The scholar followed not far behind him, carrying his hands behind him, looking down at his feet, as if each step was a measured distance.

Just before the curfew, the two entered Mr. Wei's hut.

... Knock knock... The sound of fingers tapping on the door is harsh in the silence of the night.

"It's coming!" Mr. Wei's voice came from inside the room, followed by footsteps from far to near.

Crunch... The door was pulled open.

Mr. Wei did not show up at the door, apparently he had opened the door and ran back to the back room.

Han Qiufen glanced at the scholar, then raised his feet and walked into the house, the scholar was not polite, followed closely, entered the house, closed the door, and inserted the wooden bolt.

In the back hall of the house was the kitchen, and the stove on the stove was already stuffed with firewood.

The house was filled with the smell of firewood and charcoal, and Mr. Wei was squinting his glasses and sitting in the room peeling garlic.

There are also shredded green peppers and a whole plate of pork belly of uniform chopstick size.

Han Qiufen took the wine into the back hall, and skillfully took out a small white wine jug, a small cup carved in blue porcelain, and a rough small wine glass made of clay from the cupboard.

The blue porcelain carved wine cup is for scholars, and the clay cup is for Mr. Wei.

Spirits are in autumn evenings and must be scalded before drinking.

After the scholar entered the room, he began to look around, although he did not speak, but the thick eyebrows that kept changing positions showed his inner curiosity.

Mr. Wei was still sitting there, but the garlic had been peeled and was now being mashed with a spoon. He didn't look at Han Qiufen, nor did he pay attention to the scholar.

The scholar stood for a while, then found a place where there were no objects and sat down on the floor.

Han Qiufen was waiting for the wine to be scalded, and Mr. Wei had already finished brushing the pot and served it on the stove.

Heat the pot, add lard and fry slightly until smoking, add the pounded garlic, then quickly add the shredded meat, stir-fry for a while, then add the chopped green pepper segments, scatter the salt, drop a few drops of sesame oil, put in a little soy sauce, and the appetizer will be out of the pot.

Serve with a plate of salted peanuts.

Mr. Wei couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes, and he couldn't stop licking his mouth.

As soon as Han Qiufen entered the house, he saw "Get out" in Han Qiufen's hand. ”

Mr. Wei's appetizers were ready, Han Qiu's wine was also scalded, and the scholar put away his curiosity and walked to the square table.

The scholar did not introduce himself, and Han Qiufen did not mean to introduce the scholar. Mr. Wei only cares about drinking and eating.

"The wind and rain are coming, the wind is full of buildings..."Mr. Wei has already drunk in place.

"Xu Yong's poems are not very appropriate, right? Your little land is just a house. ”

The scholar took the blue porcelain carved wine glass and shone it in front of the candle, and answered a sentence without thinking.

Han Qiufen glanced at the scholar and did not speak.

Picked up the flask and helped Mr. Wei add a glass of wine. Then he lifted the chopsticks and fed a peanut into his mouth.

"The hut also has a hall-like style, and there is something going on everywhere. Mr. Wei raised his head and glanced at the scholar.

The scholar did not change his movements, still holding the blue porcelain carved wine glass in his hand, and carefully observed it along the edge.

"Good cups. I use a porcelain cup as a guest, and you use a clay cup as a host. The scholar looked at the cup and muttered.

Mr. Wei still had a little wine left in his cup, and he had to drink it slowly, "It doesn't matter what you drink with, you see, what you drink in a porcelain cup is also my wine." Mr. Wei stuffed a small dish into his mouth and said.

After hearing this, the scholar shrugged his shoulders, pursed his lips noncommittally, and did not speak again.

Han Qiufen glanced at the eaves of the window, and the sound of officials patrolling could be vaguely heard outside.

Tonight, curfew.

As far as Han Qiu Fen can remember, this was the first curfew in Guobei County.

Mr. Wei glanced at the wine glass in his hand and drank it dry.

Then he slowly lowered his head, and muttered:

"It's cold, and wine can't be cold. Autumn equinox, hot wine!"