In the twelfth century, as far as the eye could see, the most magnificent and gorgeous place on this blue planet was probably Bianliang.

As Europa struggled with the contradiction between population growth and low productivity, the Vatican could only turn out the almanac and mark the day of the Father, the Son, the Virgin, the angels and the saints as a day of fasting, so that the underfed believers could fast several more times. In the fortress made of solid rock, the nobles, who were short of spices, planted a wild boar in their own territory, and smeared it with rock salt.

Even in the king's kitchen, there was not much creativity or invention in eating and drinking, and the feasts that the gourmets of ancient Rome talked about had long since become so popular that the chefs could only find gimmicks elsewhere - such as hiding a few live birds in a baked pie or something.

In Bianliang, the atmosphere changed suddenly, the city gathered too much wealth from all over the Song Kingdom, and when most people in this era regarded eating and drinking as the basic need to sustain life, the residents of Bianliang City had to worry about how to eat and drink.

In the summer, the days are long and the nights are short, and the noble families in the capital have begun to prepare for the elegant gatherings and small banquets of the summer. Even if it is the selection of people who sink into the sea of eunuchs, there are only too many students with only one mouth left, at this time, they are all in groups of three or five, gathering in a famous restaurant like Fengle Building, listening to a small order by the window, patting their thighs, watching the girls wearing gezuki on the street revealing the white and smooth skin on their chests.

So there are those who call for wine, there are those who compose songs, there are those who write poems and lyrics on the wall after begging for the rotten ink of the tent, and there are those who turn upside down under the bright eyes of the girls' school book.

Even if people go to sleep, the lights do not stop for a while, the restaurant is certainly brightly lit, those roadside stalls that carry the cart are also not collected all night, soup cakes, wontons, meat soup, thin wine, drinks, although not as exquisite as the restaurant, but it is enough for the ordinary people to have fun in the summer night.

In the dark night, overlooking the Eurasian land from the sky, there is only this city, which is as bright as day all night, just like the "city of light" as the Yishang who came from afar said.

The nightlife in Bianliang City is so varied that the consumption of alcohol is undoubtedly high. When you use too much alcohol, there will be more people who drink heavily, and as for the dizziness and nausea caused by drinking too much, it has also become a unique trouble for the people of the capital. I don't know how many pharmacies opened by the Tai Doctor's family, the market sign of "Healing Wine Injuries True Prescription Incense Pills" will always be the highest and most conspicuous one.

But today, Bianliang City is exceptionally refreshing, there are no drunks with hangovers, and there are no drunken cats who are mixed, supported, or carried home by their families. Although the lights are still on at night, the pedestrians who travel at night are very sparse, and even make people wonder, is this still not the Bianliang Dumen under the rule of Emperor Daojun, Fengheng Yuda, and Du Li?

It's just that in the seventy-two main stores, the big shopkeeper and the big proprietor are all gathered in the Pan Building at the moment, with a bad look of being robbed by thieves.

"You Wu Lou's Jin Ye Bai, there is no left?"

"It's empty, it's empty, there are a lot of jars in the cellar, and the mud seal is not broken, but the wine inside is trickle-down!"

"Not only did you Wu Lou suffer this catastrophe, the Meishou of Fengle Building, the elixir of Hele Building, the chalcedony of Qingfeng Building, and the immortal alcohol of Qianchun Building...... Who's not going to be looted!"

Some people had palpitations in their hearts, shook their heads and said, "This method really doesn't look like a human can do it......"

Someone interrupted angrily: "It wasn't a human who did it, could it be a ghost?"

When the word "ghost" came out, someone shouted: "Isn't it the five manifesting spirit officials who have taken the wine?"

As soon as these words came out, many people's faces changed, the people who do business in Bianliang City respect the five spiritual officials the most, but they are also the most afraid of the five spiritual officials, although it is said that the five spiritual officials are in charge of partial wealth, but once they offend the five spiritual officials, it is unbearable to be troubled. Someone worships the Five Manifest Spiritual Officials, and as a result, the Five Spiritual Manifestations reward him with his own silverware as "partial wealth", and there are many such stories in the market.

Pan Bizheng, the chief shopkeeper of Pan Lou, shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter if it is the manifestation of the five spirit officials, tomorrow, I will always invite a Taoist official to come and explain it." It's so weird, it's so strange, it's always reassuring!"

When he said this, some people nodded, some said that the Great Xiangguo Temple was looking for a monk, and some said that Yin and Yang were asked to calculate the good fortune. was shouting, but Pan Lou's edict looked surprised, walked straight up, and whispered a few words in the ear of Pan Lou's big shopkeeper.

Pan Bizheng listened, but he jumped up suddenly, hurriedly said a little accompaniment, and hurriedly followed the edict downstairs.

When he went, the proprietors and shopkeepers of the main store didn't know what was going on, and after a short time, they saw one by one the tent rooms, shop companions, and guys, all of whom looked like they were seeing ghosts, and hurried over. In a blink of an eye, I saw these people with unbelievable expressions, and hurriedly went downstairs towards their own restaurant, even if there were familiar people looking at each other, the expressions were tacit.

Just when Pan Bizheng, the big shopkeeper of Pan Lou, was running downstairs, Pan Lou's tent room was also catching up with him with joy, and first made a gesture to him: "Owner, happy event, happy event! The well water under the kitchen suddenly spewed out a vermilion box, which contained a hundred pearls, the particles were so large and round, it was a good Nanzhu that I had never seen before!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of something, took out a bamboo card from his arms, and held it in both hands for Pan Bizheng to see: "The proprietor, there is also this bamboo plaque in the Zhu box, the text written on it is a little strange, I don't dare to make the decision, and the proprietor has to take an idea." ”

Listening to what the tent said, Pan Bizheng pressed his mind and took the bamboo card, only to see that the bamboo card was yellow all over, as if it had a bit of jade, and there was a row of ancient seals on it, and there were no traces of fire burning carved by the knife, as if it was born naturally on the bamboo card. Pan Bizheng is still a person who has read books, and carefully identifies the past, and the ancient seal is just a small poem:

"Drink Zifu drunk Liu Ruan, and he didn't owe money for wine in the world. The power of the circle is right, but the sun is returned. Qu Tan's relics are not precious, and it is more difficult to take them according to your desires. Waiting for Mo Juan's daughter's bun, only the dinosaur is tied to the nine heavens. ”

Behind the bamboo card, there is another line of fly-headed Xiaokai: "In the second year of Xuanhe of the Great Song Dynasty, the bamboo crown feasted guests in Zifu Mountain, and sent the river god to drink wine in Bianliang." Mountain dwellings do not use green worms, and leave beads as thanks. ”