On frost, snow, cold winter and cold wind nights, beating the baby and hugging his wife to warm the sky.

In a small town in Mobei, it should have been a snowy night for wives and children to warm the kang. A dirty hand gently pushed open the dilapidated wooden door of the town tavern. Suddenly, the cold wind wrapped in the cold snow rushed inside, and the cold air was excited, and the tavern, which was still a little lively, was quiet.

Everyone subconsciously looked at the door, only to see someone wearing a cloak and standing outside the door in the wind and snow. Because the hood covered most of his face, it was impossible to see his face. However, from the body shape, it can be roughly inferred that he is a young man.

Everyone present, after seeing him, their first impression was that they were depressed.

The worn cloak could not hide the hem of the sewn trousers. The cowhide boots on the feet looked like they were stolen from somewhere, and with the feet of a teenager, it was obviously too big to wear such boots.

A pair of eyes were buried in the shadow of the hood, and only the dry and cracked lips could be seen.

Coupled with his dirty body, he looks like a common Mobei homeless person. Because they did not have their own arable land, cattle and sheep, in a disaster year like this year, they could only wander around Mobei in order to survive, and finally died in the cold winter.

The drinkers retracted their gazes at the young man, he really didn't have anything to look at. Such a person, Mobei doesn't know how many people die every year. When spring begins next year, they have turned into good fertilizer in the black soil.

If there's anything else that people can care about, it's probably a broken knife tied around his waist.

The knife had no scabbard and no hilt. The blade was straight and had no arc, and the tip of the knife was cut off by a sharp weapon, turning the original three-foot-three long knife into two-foot-seven.

The knife is a one-piece keel knife and has no blade root. A strip of coarse cloth was tied to the original handle of the knife, probably for fear of slipping when holding the knife. Judging from the degree of greasy and blackened strips of coarse cloth, not only does it not have an anti-slip effect, but it is estimated that this short knife is easier to get out of your hand when you wield it.

The young man's name was Wei Xiaodao. The reason why he has such a name is only because the person who adopted him is called Wei Laodao.

The old knife didn't know many words, so naturally he didn't have much talent in his chest. Others asked him to go to the arithmetic to spend a few dollars, give the child a good name, and by the way, set a good life.

But Lao Dao felt that the arithmetic was fooling. So he pondered for half a month, and gave him this name that is neither good nor bad "Wei Xiaodao".

After Wei Xiaodao pushed the door open, he stood outside and didn't enter. Probably knowing that he has a lot of stolen goods on his body, he is afraid that he will bring a foot of mud and snow after entering this tavern.

But he didn't come in at the door, but the wind and snow outside poured mercilessly in, blowing the oil lamp in the house and shaking.

The tavernkeeper's name is Xiao Si, and he is a man who is almost in his old age. He glanced at Wei Xiaodao and frowned. came to the door in a few steps, and didn't care whether Wei Xiaodao was dirty or not, he pulled him into the tavern, and then closed the wooden door of the tavern with a "pop".

Suddenly, the annoying wind and snow blocked the door, and the tavern began to regain its warmth and comfort under the reflection of the bonfire in the hearth.

But Wei Xiaodao came in, but the person was a little restrained, and he didn't know what to say, so he could only stand in place in a daze.

When Xiao Si saw his appearance, he smiled kindly and asked, "Where did you come from?"

Hearing the question, Wei Xiaodao licked his dry lips before he said in a hoarse voice, "North." ”

"Where are you going?" Xiao Si spoke again.

"Big River!" Wei Xiaodao continued in a hoarse voice.

The tavernkeeper nodded, then pointed to a corner of the tavern and said, "Go there and wait." ”

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Wei Xiaodao to answer, and turned around to take care of the other guests.

Watching the middle-aged boss leave, Wei Xiaodao swallowed back the words that had already reached his mouth. He glanced around the corner and walked over to a table in the corner.

It's not big, but it's very lively. Although it was already night, it was still full of people, which showed that the tavern business was booming.

But Rao is like this, but the tavern did not hire other men, and it was the middle-aged man who came alone to serve tea and water, wine and food.

However, he should be accustomed to such a bustle, and he didn't seem to be flustered at all.

Wei Xiaodao sat alone in the corner, looking at the bustle in front of him, feeling as if he didn't fit in here, or he used to be used to this kind of bustle, but now there was no way to get them back.

In the midst of the confusion of thoughts, Xiao Si had already taken two steamed buns and a bowl of hot soup and put them on the table.

"Let's eat!"

He pointed to the steamed buns and signaled that the food on the table was for Wei Xiaodao.

Maybe he was hungry, and Wei Xiaodao was not polite. He stretched out his dirty hand, grabbed the steamed bun on the table, and didn't care about the black fingerprints left by his dirty hand on the big white steamed bun, and stuffed it into his mouth. After eating too quickly and being swallowed, he poured a large mouthful of hot soup violently, and as a result, he was scalded and inhaled.

Xiao couldn't help but laugh at his look. But then he lowered his face again, lamenting and muttering a few words.

"You eat slowly, not in a hurry. ”

The tavern owner said this, and before Wei Xiaodao could say a word of thanks, he began to greet the guests again.

As if he had been spelled, he began to chew slowly. While there are spells in this world, this little tavern owner obviously doesn't.

It's just because Wei Xiaodao's ear is very good that he heard Xiao Si's whisper just now, "How many orphans die in Mobei every year, can't be saved, can't be saved......

He also sighed in his heart: "Yes, many people die every year, especially this year!"

Wei Xiaodao didn't know how many people would die in Mobei in the past, but he knew that in the early winter of this year, 40,000 people died in the northernmost part of Mobei!

The wind and snow outside the house are still there, and some people in the house only want to get drunk and don't want to wake up. The only regret is that Wei Xiaodao has no wine and is not drunk.

At this moment, Wei Xiaodao had already finished eating the steamed buns and drank up the hot soup. He sat in the corner of the tavern like a wandering spirit, his figure stretched long in the light of the fire, and then suddenly retreated, revealing him to the world.

Everything is like his erratic fate, with ups and downs.

Fortunately, Xiao Si had come once, so that Wei Xiaodao would not feel that he had been completely forgotten here.

He asked for wine like a tavern owner, but the middle-aged man just gave him a blank look and left without saying anything.

Wei Xiaodao suddenly felt aggrieved, thinking that this steamed bun was all given, and there was still a pot of wine missing?

Of course, Xiao Si has his own reasons, steamed buns can fill his stomach and save people's lives, but wine can't! If wine can save hungry ghosts, he doesn't mind giving alms.

These Wei Xiaodao naturally didn't know, and after waiting for a while, he felt that it was already late at night, and he suddenly stood up. At this time, a middle-aged man who was also a boss and a partner passed by with a palm plate, he saw Wei Xiaodao get up, and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing here?"