Liu Tugou was alone, sitting comfortably in a secluded tavern with two plates in front of him.

A plate of emerald green and bright bamboo shoots, dotted with brightly colored red peppers, is especially eye-catching in this monotonous winter day.

A steamed fish freshly caught from the frozen river water is poured with a thick layer of delicious sauce.

He lowered his head and sniffed deeply, only to feel the aroma and appetite.

"How can such a delicacy be without wine?"

Liu Tugou slapped the table vigorously and said heroically: "Xiao Er is drinking!"

He fought hard with Pei Dongting, although he did not lack arms or legs, but the aura around his body was chaotic, and his internal organs and meridians were all severely damaged, and he was really injured.

had no choice but to find a small county town nearby to cultivate, and as soon as there was a turnaround, the ruthless Murong Xiaoniang'er excused herself to have something, left the poor second master, and quickly whipped up and went straight to the capital division, and she really didn't drag the mud and water at all.

Liu Tugou, who had not recovered from his serious injuries, went on the road alone, touring the mountains and rivers all the way, stopping and stopping, but he was also at ease.

For Murong Chunxiao, who was suspected of unloading the mill and killing the donkey, he was actually not dissatisfied. Originally, everyone took what they needed, but to put it mildly, although Liu Tugou took some risks, he really got the inspiration and wonderland that many monks dreamed of, and what was there to be dissatisfied?

Without the beautiful and unpredictable little lady in purple by his side, the second master lived a lazy life again.

This tavern is an accidental discovery of the dog butcher who is familiar with the market when he walks through the streets, and what the restaurant cooks every day is all based on the chef's personal preference, and only uses the freshest ingredients, if you don't buy it, you will simply close its doors.

The store has better wine, but the shopkeeper is afraid that the alley is not deep enough, so he is never willing to sell more.

Liu Tugou has nothing to do, and he is wealthy, so he comes to the tavern to eat and drink when he has nothing to do.

Xiao Er sent a jar of mud-sealed old wine very quickly, Liu Tugou reached out to take it in a heroic manner, slapped it away, and the tavern was immediately overflowing with the aroma of wine.

Ignoring Xiao Er, who was intoxicated and smelling the aroma of wine, Liu Tugou picked up the wine bowl and drank it all.

The wine was dripping down and soaking the placket of the garment.

Once upon a time, this was the happy rivers and lakes that only existed in the imagination of the dog butcher.

Don't look at the living Hades in Tianshui and even Ganzhou, in the more unfathomable Central Plains rivers and lakes where the hidden dragon and the Crouching Tiger are even more profound, the second master of the sick tiger mountain is still just a nobody.

Even a few days ago, the Northwest White Wolf Gongxi clan made a big move, almost shaking a huge border state, but it did not arouse much interest from the people of the Central Plains.

The majestic Great Zhou sits on fifty-four states, and Ganzhou is inconspicuous among them, and even many ordinary people have heard of the name of Gongxi for the first time.

This is also the most intuitive gap between the daimyo and the saint surname, without a saint, the influence can only be limited to a corner, and the order is not out of their own territory.

Liu Tugou is a big idler, all the way through the state and county, no one pursues and kills behind the buttocks, and he has not encountered injustices in broad daylight.

So, in the lazy days when there was no chance to bring disaster to people and no chance to be ** disaster, a kind of emotion called loneliness in the second master's heart grew like a weed.

The curtain connecting the back kitchen was lifted from the inside, and the old shopkeeper of the tavern walked in with a leisurely step.

He was over sixty years old, with a sparse beard under his chin, a little rickety on his back, his legs and feet were still neat, he was wearing half-new satin clothes, and he carefully held a small purple clay pot in his palm.

Liu Tugou knew that this small pot was Lao Wang's heart, grinned, and deliberately teased: "Lao Wang, what are you talking about, it's not gold or silver, and a few taels of soil are like your own son?"

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper Wang blew his beard and glared: "Twenty years of Xifeng old wine can't stop your mouth? ”

He gently stroked the purple clay pot in his palm, and the folds on his face were stretched, and Liu Tugou had goosebumps all over his body.

"What do you know, you rammer, that I am the handiwork of Master Mansheng, is it comparable to gold and silver?"

Lao Wang's shopkeeper sat down opposite Liu Tugou, and said proudly: "You don't understand too much, just look at the inscription on this pot, 'inject Danquan, drink it to prolong life', the words are good, the meaning is better!"

Liu Tugou hehehe, picked up the wine bowl and said heroically: "Mmmm, Lao Wang, you will definitely be able to live a long life." Come, I'll drink your tea, let's go one!"

Liu Tugou was about to clink glasses as he spoke, but the shopkeeper Wang was reluctant, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it, his cheeks were already flushed with red tide, and he said angrily: "Little rabbit cub, if you dare to make it bad, don't talk about old wine in the future, you don't have to drink any water!"

The old and the young are playing and fighting, but they are also happy.

"Slaughter dog, seeing that this is the end of the year, since you are not in a hurry to leave, why don't you stay and celebrate the New Year with the old man?"

The old shopkeeper Wang asked with a kind face as if he was looking at his own children and grandchildren.

Liu Tugou was in a trance, put down the wine bowl, picked up a piece of winter bamboo shoots with chopsticks, put it in his mouth and said: "I'm a little tired of staying in this city, what's new about energy conservation during the New Year?"

The shopkeeper nodded without hesitation when he heard this, and replied: "Of course there is, not to mention anything else, the temple fair in the city is the most lively during the Chinese New Year, and there are all kinds of fun and delicious food." In particular, this year's Ceres Festival will be presided over by a red-clothed priest himself, and it would be a pity not to see it. ”

"The red-clothed priest, is it really fake?" Liu Tugou said in surprise, this news was really the first time he had heard of it.

The god of grain is the god of the whole Zhou Dynasty to build a temple to worship, in charge of the reproduction of all things in Zhoutian, the power is widely spread, and the benevolence shines, in the hearts of the people of the Great Zhou, its status is almost equal to the Son of Heaven.

There is even a cereal temple in the imperial city of the Great Zhou, in addition to the respected high priest and the left and right sacrificial wine, it is one of the few red-clothed priests who are the most respected in the world.

Different from the three giants who are not involved in the red dust, these pious priests in big red robes will occasionally go out of the temple to inspect the place, as long as one appears, they will definitely be regarded by the people as gods on the ground and try their best to worship, even the feudal officials such as the state pastor general soldier do not dare to slack off a little.

As the most grand ceremony of the year to worship the god of grains, the New Year's Grain Festival attaches great importance to the court and the people.

If a red-clothed priest can be invited to preside over the local sacrifice, it will really be regarded as a rare event, and it will even be written into the local chronicles to commemorate it forever.

The old fox once said that the wild fox does not worship the Buddha and does not ask for incense, which can be seen in the attitude of the Zen sect towards the Shinto sect.

As the founding disciple of the old fox, when Liu Tugou saw the Plague God Tianzun Divine Throne, he still rebelled and said wildly, "I should sit here in the end", and he would not bow to the so-called divine envoy.

It's just that when it comes to this Ceres-God Festival, although he has participated in Lanling City many times since he was a child, he has never seen the legendary red-clothed priest, and he is inevitably a little curious.

So, Liu Tugou reluctantly said: "It's not impossible to stay for the New Year, as long as Lao Wang you put the altar for sixty years ......"

"No way!"

Before Liu Tugou finished speaking, the shopkeeper of Lao Wang jumped up with agility that was not in line with his age, and said angrily: "That altar of champion red is the treasure of the town store, don't think about it......"

Seeing that the shopkeeper Wang was so angry that he jumped to his feet, Liu Tugou laughed happily.

At this moment, a young man walked into the tavern with a bag in his hand.

He looked around, and when he saw Liu Tugou, his eyes lit up, and he trotted over in three steps and two steps, and his face was already a flower: "The little one has seen the second master, the clothes you want are ready, and the little one didn't find you when he went to the inn, and they all said that you came here." ”

The little servant said and put the burden on the table and opened it with his hand.

Hearing this, the shopkeeper Wang couldn't help but glance at Liu Tugou's clothes, although they were luxurious, they were already shabby, and he looked like a son of a fallen family.

He looked at the spread out baggage again, inside was a set of the most ordinary burlap clothes, not even dyed, half white and not yellow, it sounded like moon white, and there were two pairs of black cloth and white soles of mille-feuille shoes, the style was simple and simple.

This outfit, not to mention compared with the white fur on Liu Tugou's body, is not even comparable to the clothes of his little shopkeeper.

Liu Tugou smiled and said: "If you have a heart, the second master will try it first, see how your family's craftsmanship is, if it is good, your reward is indispensable." ”

Not to mention the little servant's full of thanks, Liu Tugou picked up the burden and entered the back hall of the tavern. Lao Wang's shopkeeper is lonely, and it is not taboo to let a young boy enter and leave the back hall casually.

After a while, the refreshed Liu Tugou returned.

He took off the purple and gold crown of his hair, and the flowing black hair that did not lose to the woman was casually scattered, coupled with the red vertical marks on the center of his eyebrows, although he lost the wealth of the family, he had a little more chic and uninhibited unique to young people.

His moon-white linen garment was a peculiar style, halfway between a power suit and a robe, with a short hem that made it easy to move, but the cuffs were wide and oval-shaped sections, which did not interfere with the knife and concealed the slaughtered blade.

In addition, he wore a cyan belt around his waist and a pair of simple black cloth shoes on his feet.

Although the material of the new clothes is coarse, it is better than the stitches and the cut properly, with the tall and slightly thin figure of the young man, it actually wears a fresh taste that washes away the lead and returns to the basics.

Dressed up like this, Liu Tugou's face, which was not very handsome, suddenly became vivid, which made Lao Wang's shopkeeper and tailor shop all shine.

Liu Tugou grinned, showed his white teeth, and asked, "How?"

The old shopkeeper Wang, who was wrapped in a cotton robe in a satin robe, responded happily: "Slaughter dog, aren't you cold?"

Liu Tugou is really not cold, firstly, the Central Plains is not as cold as the Northwest, and secondly, with his realm, he doesn't need to be so bloated, didn't Pei Dongting, who entered Ganzhou that day, also wear a green shirt and brave the wind and snow without changing his face?

Liu Tugou didn't brag to the old shopkeeper Wang who didn't know how to practice, and shook his head with a big grin: "It's just right, it's not cold." ”

He rewarded the little guy very happily, and the huge amount of silver fully reflected the second master's wealth, and also convinced the shopkeeper that this young master was not without money, but obviously tired of brocade clothes and jade and wanted to change his taste.

Liu Tugou brought a lot of life to the deserted tavern, and he himself enjoyed this faint warmth.

Throw old clothes to the pawnshop and welcome the New Year with new clothes.

The sound of firecrackers, bursts of joy, all families are reunited, and the new peach is always replaced with the old charm.