Chapter 56: Yanyu Jiangnan

In the ninth month of the lunar calendar, the beginning of winter.

The water begins to ice, and the water surface begins to condense.

The ground is frozen, and the earth is cold.

I don't know how many miles away from Fusang City, Dongzhou, in a small town called Jiangnan, there is a woman in red, holding an umbrella in the mossy stone alley.

The woman was wearing a black veil, and she couldn't see her face clearly, only when the moist cool breeze walked by, and the corner of the veil was slightly lifted, so that the woman could see the woman's peerless face.

The rain as thin as silk threads hits the pale yellow oil-paper umbrella without splashing the slightest splash.

The rain is light and the alleys are quiet.

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The red-clad veiled woman walked quietly through two alleys, turned two corners, and arrived at a wine shop.

The wine flag of the restaurant is old, the wooden door is also old, and there are only seven or eight wine tables in the open door.

There are few people in the shop, there are not many wine tables, only one table has two people sitting on it, two stubble crop men are holding up the porcelain bowl, the peanuts in the plate, drinking a small wine one by one. It is the beginning of winter, the croppers have passed the busiest time, after the beginning of the winter to harvest wheat and hide grain into the granary, it does not take much energy, the idle croppers, drink a little wine, talk about the harvest, it is not much comfortable moment.

The woman in red standing at the door of the restaurant stopped and looked up at the shabby wine flag.

It's also strange, even if it's a humble wine shop, the guys in the shop are always indispensable, but in this small shop, except for the two crop men who are smiling and talking, there is no one else.

This strange restaurant not only has no buddies, but even the shopkeeper.

When the woman in red had seen enough, she took the paper umbrella, gently shook off the rainwater on the paper umbrella, leaned the paper umbrella against the old wooden door, and stepped into the simple shop.

When the two farmer men saw the coming, they both grinned, and one of them said:

"Shopkeeper, you're back. ”

The woman in red nodded, although she still had a veil on her face, her eyes as beautiful as water were bent into Xiao Yue'er, she should be laughing.

Another man took a sip of wine and said with a smile:

"You little girl, you are really bold, I have lived for half my life, drunk wine for decades, entered countless wine shops, and never seen you open a shop like this. ”

When the farmer who spoke to say hello first heard this, he agreed very much, and nodded while saying happily:

"That's it, the shopkeeper, you are not very old, but you are not small. I have never seen you close the door to such a restaurant in our town. If you want to say that you have been in the shop and take care of the shop, then forget it, but let's not see you a few times in the past month. ”

"You're just opening the door so openly, and the people are not in the shop, stupid girl, tell me about you opening this wine shop, are you still in business?"

The woman in red just smiled and walked to the wooden counter inside, but did not speak.

The two crop men glanced at each other, and both shook their heads and smiled:

This little girl who runs a wine shop is really strange.

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This is almost all in the small town of Qingshui, where crops are grown, and I don't know when such a girl who sells wine came, and she is not very old, probably in the prime of her life. Later, the girl opened such a restaurant in a quiet part of the town.

After this girl opened this restaurant, no one in this small town in Jiangnan still knows who she is, and no one knows where she came from. I just know that she has a name.

It's called Dongfang Fanglan.

This girl opened this wine shop, and she rarely appeared in this wine shop.

The door of the shop has never been closed, and naturally it has never been opened. It's just that the drinkers help, the first to go helps to open the shop door, and the last person to leave helps to close the shop door.

The girl didn't seem to pay much attention to the matter of collecting wine money, so she only put a bamboo basket in the shop, and the people who drank the wine put the wine money in the basket by themselves.

So there is such a strange restaurant in this town:

There is no shopkeeper, no man, never opens the door, never closes the door, and never collects money.

But if you want to say that the wine sold by this little girl, it is really good wine: as long as you are a drunkard who drinks a little bit of morality, and you have tasted the wine sold by the little girl here, you basically have never drunk wine from other places.

That's why every time the little girl came back, when she went to get the bamboo basket with the wine money, the basket was always heavy.

As for whether someone will steal alcohol?

This has happened.

When a stranger came to this wine shop, he wanted to take away a few jars of good wine, and he also wanted to take away the heavy wine money in the bamboo basket. But everyone didn't expect that the most notorious scoundrel in Qingshui Town would fight with the stranger for this matter that day. In the end, he snatched back the jars of wine and wine money, and put the wine and wine money back as they were.

Someone asked the scoundrel afterwards why he wanted to help get back the wine and wine money, and the scoundrel pulled his swollen face and said with a smile:

"Damn, if the little girl is angry about this and we don't sell wine here anymore, how can I drink this kind of wine in the future?"

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The drizzle is continuous, and the restaurant is still in the rain.

The woman in red took the bamboo basket containing the wine money to the back room, poured the money into a round-bellied clay pot, and placed it in the cork floor lattice, and gently covered the board.

After doing all this, she walked out of the house and gently closed the door.

He turned around again and looked up at the misty sky.

The silk rain is in a line, endlessly.

I don't know how long it took, dressed in red, she raised her hand, slowly brushed off the black hair on her sideburns, and slowly took off the black veil.

The rain doesn't know people, there are beautiful women, and the city is stunning.

The beautiful woman in red walked into the courtyard, but she didn't hold an umbrella. She walked slowly to the old locust in the courtyard, the old locust trunk was old, the bark was broken and the branches were luxuriant.

Under the old acacia, there is a stone table and two stone benches.

On the stone table, a quaint wooden box lies quietly.

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It's the beginning of winter, light rain, and the wind is swaying.

The old locust leaves are falling, and the leaves are falling one by one, and the quaint wooden box has been covered by the fallen leaves.

The woman in red slowly raised her left hand, and her slender white jade hand gently brushed away the fallen leaves on the wooden box.

The fallen leaves touched the ground, and the woman slowly cut open the wooden box again.

The wooden box has a sword.

The scabbard is unpretentious, and the hilt is like a sword.

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Yanyu Jiangnan.

The two crop men who had been drinking in the restaurant had left at some point, leaving only a few wine coins quietly on the table.

In the restaurant where no one is anymore, a beautiful woman in red walks out.

This time, she didn't wear a veil.

She didn't turn around and closed the door, picked up the paper umbrella that had been dripping with water, and stepped into the rainy Jiangnan again.

In the alleys of Qingshui Town, it is quiet and silent.

Woman holding an oil-paper umbrella,

Negative sword three feet three.

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