Upstairs in Mochizuki, Jiang Xiaoman and the three of them chose a location by the window.

Outside the window, the sound of wind and snow also has a unique flavor.

Perhaps because the snow is getting heavier and heavier, many people who originally took advantage of the fine weather to go out to enjoy the snow have dispersed.

At this time, it is very quiet in Beiliang City.

Although the wind and snow were heavy, it could not affect the business of the tavern and teahouse in the city at all.

It's late autumn, and it's the last time the north-south merchants make their last business of the year before the heavy snow closes the road.

Beiliang City, as the largest city in the north of Great Xia, is naturally lively and tight.

If it weren't for the sudden snowfall, the city's streets would have been bustling late at night.

The snow is as good as the snow, which just allows the Jianghu tourists and merchants from the north and south who have been tired for a year to take this opportunity to rest.

About four or five acquaintances who know each other well, or new friends who meet in Pingshui but have the same interests, choose a restaurant of your choice, and then come to three or two jars of light or strong wine, four or five dishes or delicate or solid appetizers, and it is undoubtedly a pleasing thing to listen to the wind and enjoy the snow.

At this time, if you are accompanied by a confidante, this charm will undoubtedly add a lot of color.

Beiliang City is located in the north, and there is snow every year, so it is natural that the Yashi fanatics sing snow and sing snow poems.

It's just that this year's snow came suddenly, but I haven't heard of a few good sentences.

Jiang Xiaoman can read and write, but it's a pity that he can't write poems and lyrics, but he doesn't know anything.

Watching the snow fall and plum blossoms outside the window, it is pleasantly tight, but it is difficult for him to be a teenager if he really makes him lyrical.

Ji Xiaoyue knelt in front of the window, holding the window with two small hands, her chin slammed on the edge of the window, and she asked happily to the side: "Jiang Xiaoworm, do you say that this snow statue is not like the pear blossom in Fancheng?"

"Don't say it, it's really a bit like!" Jiang Xiaoman stretched his hand out of the window to let the snowflakes fall on his hand, and replied with a chuckle.

Xiao Ying took a sip of hot tea in her hand, looked at the little girl and said with a smile: "Pear blossoms are indeed like snow, but if they are compared with apple blossoms, it seems that apple blossoms are more like." ”

"Apple blossom?" Ji Xiaoyue looked at Miss Xiao with big eyes, rubbed her chin and couldn't help but be a little curious: "I've only heard of Zhu Guo, Pear Fruit, Peach Fruit, this apple is indeed the first time I've heard of it, Miss Xiao, is the apple you said delicious?"

Xiao Ying looked at the little girl and couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Huh, little moon, haven't you ever eaten an apple?"

"I didn't ...... No!" Ji Xiaoyue thought for a long time, then nodded seriously, a pair of big eyes as clear as a lake blinked, looked at Miss Xiao and asked with interest, "You haven't said it yet! Are apples delicious?"

Miss Xiao put down the tea cup in her hand, covered her mouth and chuckled: "Naturally it is delicious, when I was a child, in the valley where I lived in seclusion with my mother, there are many apple trees growing, and when the fruit is ripe, the red is sweet, the green is sour, and the yellow is sweet with sourness, and you can also make vegetables and wine!"

"Apples first originated in the Zhou Dynasty in the Western Regions, and later introduced to the Yu Dynasty in the Central Regions, because they are particularly adapted to the soil environment of the Central Regions, so they are widely planted by the local people, just like the pear trees in our Southern Regions, which are available in many places. Jiang Xiaoman sat back at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, held it in his hand, and said with a chuckle: "This kind of fruit is rare in the Southern Regions, and usually the ones on the market are pulled by those merchants from the Central Regions and the Western Regions to sell, and they come all the way, so they are worth a lot of money." ”

After thinking about it, Jiang Xiaoman looked at Ji Xiaoyue and added: "Because it is deeply loved by many eminent monks of Zen Buddhism, those great monks believe that devouring this fruit can help increase spiritual wisdom, so apples are also called wisdom fruits, and most of those fruit merchants also love to use this name when they are sold in the Southern Regions. ”

"Well, that's it!" Ji Xiaoyue nodded, and said coquettishly: "It turned out to be the Wisdom Fruit, I saw it when I was in Fancheng, but the black-hearted boss sold one or two pieces of silver at the beginning, but it was only the size of a fist, two or two, I hesitated for a long time and was not willing to buy it, no wonder I haven't eaten it!"

What the little girl said is also true, since she grew up in the rivers and lakes of Fancheng, the ghost mother-in-law lives in seclusion all the year round, and naturally there are not too many yellow and white things on her body.

So for a long time, Ji Xiaoyue could get only two dollars of silver per month from the ghost mother-in-law, except for buying a few copper plate snacks, most of them were carefully and quietly saved by her, thinking about the day when she saved enough silver, she would buy a pair of good boots for her father who was running around outside all the year round, and it must be the best buffalo leather, and the inside must be the best silk brocade cotton.

It is said that the daughter is her father's little padded jacket, and this sentence is not a little fake.

Later, she learned a good skill from the pretty master who was unparalleled in the world in the eyes of the little girl, so she became the first female snitch in Fancheng.

This money came from the 'rich and unkind' guys in Fancheng, but it was distributed by the kind-hearted little girls to the little beggars in the slums outside the city, but there was never too much left on them.

When I first met Jiang Xiaoworm in Fancheng, it was when Ji Xiaoyue was worried that she had no money to buy rice for the little beggars who were abandoned by their parents in the slums because they were not yet independent, because of their physical disabilities or for other reasons.

If it weren't for that, the little girl wouldn't be able to take the risk of running away to provoke Wei San and the other Hongchen swordsmen.

On that day, it happened that in Ji Xiaoyue's opinion, the world's stupidest 'little fool' led the horse into Fancheng.

She snatched the fool's horse, but the fool unknowingly stole her heart.

Ji Xiaoyue leaned on the edge of the window and looked at the wind and snow outside the window in a daze, and muttered in a low voice: "Apples, it should be delicious, right?"

"Apples are crisp and sweet, but apple blossoms are more beautiful. Xiao Ying sat next to the little girl, raised her hand and gently tapped Ji Xiaoyue's little face, which was a little red from the wind and snow, and chuckled: "I saw the pear blossoms along the coast when I took the big boat all the way south, it is indeed very beautiful, as flawless as snow." But maybe when I was a child, I was used to seeing apple blossoms bloom in the valley, and I always felt that apple blossoms were actually more like snow. If you say that the pear blossom looks like something, it is more like the little moon's eyes that squint when you smile. ”

Ji Xiaoyue put her two small hands between her mouths and sighed gently, then rubbed her red face again, and said happily: "I'll be embarrassed if you say this!"

Although she said this, the little girl did not look embarrassed at all, and her big eyes were about to squint together.

Jiang Xiaoman opened his mouth and was about to open his mouth to hit Ji Xiaoyue, a dead girl, if the two of them didn't fight one day, they would always feel that something was missing.

But they heard a crisp sound of "pop" downstairs, and the three of them couldn't help but be attracted to it.

I saw that there was a four-cornered table in the lobby downstairs.

Behind the table, there sat an old man with white hair and white beard, holding a heavy piece of wood in his hand.

The crisp sound just now was made when the startling wood hit the table.

There was a large white porcelain bowl on the table, and beside the old man stood a little girl with two pigtails, which was very pleasing.

"I have heard that there is an old storyteller in the Moon Tower, self-named Pulsatilla, who has been a big official in the court, and the story told is very surprising, it is the shopkeeper in the Moon Tower who spent a lot of money to invite from the hinterland of the Dynasty, only the fifteenth day of the first month will be told, it seems that we are lucky today. ”

"I heard my father say that this 'Pulsatilla' once lived in the imperial capital of the five-grade historian, and later got tired of the temple before he hid in the city and became a famous storyteller in the southern region. This Mochizuki Lou shopkeeper can invite this 'living signboard', but it is thanks to the pretty chef whose cooking skills are a must in Beiliang. ”

"The cooking skills are not bad? Brother Lin said that this 'pulsatilla' likes food, and the younger brother naturally believes it. But if you want to cook, you have to be suspicious. ”

"You don't know this, my uncle was an official in the same dynasty as this 'pulsatilla' in his early years, and he was fortunate to taste the dishes cooked by this 'old gentleman' himself, which is really memorable. Now you have all tasted the 'Dongpo meat' that is famous in our southern regions, right? It was created by this 'pulsatilla' who called himself 'Mr. Dongpo' in his early years!"

At the adjacent table sat a few young men dressed as scholars, all of whom stood up and leaned on the railing of the second floor to look out after the startling tree fell, and whispered to each other about the white-haired storyteller.

What a few people said was clear-eyed, Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help but listen to it with relish, this white-haired old man sitting indifferently in the lobby still had such a background.

In terms of cooking skills, he may not be as good as Ji Xiaoyue's dead girl.

But Jiang Xiaoman's cooking skills are not bad, and he has long heard of this Mr. Dongpo.

The gentleman is far away, in the eyes of the young man, it is pure nonsense.

When she was in Fancheng, Xiao Xiaolu single-handedly killed the Luhua chicken stew that the ghost mother-in-law used to lay eggs to make medicine, and even Ji Xiaoyue, the girl, was full of praise.

"Rotten steamed Tongzhou lamb, poured with apricot cheese stalks, recommended to steamed goose, Nanling Kuren cut fish and dragon fish; Shaoyan undresses and lies on his back, Mr. Dongpo has clouds, and he needs to drink alcohol to eat meat, which is enough to laugh. He picked up the teacup and put it between his mouths, and said in a young voice.

"Huh, ginger worm, you can actually read recipes?!" The little girl couldn't sit still when she heard the food, and she leaned over her head and looked at the young man next to her with a pair of big eyes, and said with some surprise.

Jiang Xiaoman put down the teacup, gently pushed Ji Xiaoyue's smooth head, and said happily: "Go while playing, forget who stewed chicken soup for you to drink?"

What he read just now was "Food First" written by the white-haired old man sitting downstairs, which is also one of the family's favorite food books.

"You still dare to say it!" As soon as the little girl mentioned the stewed chicken soup, she became angry, her two little hands were crossed on her waist, and she said angrily: "You killed my mother-in-law to make a medicine Huahua, and you haven't accompanied me yet!"

Later, because of this incident, the ghost mother-in-law whispered in the little girl's ear.

The old man called 'Huahua' has been raising the Luhua chicken for a long time, and he is fed with spirit grass and spirit insects on weekdays, which is very emotional.

But who would have thought that Jiang Xiaoworm, a hateful guy, took advantage of the ghost mother-in-law to go out to collect medicine and kill the stew soup and eat meat.

"Did you eat it yourself that day?" Jiang Xiaoman's mouth outlined a beautiful arc, looked at the little girl and asked.

"Eat...... Eaten. Ji Xiaoyue lost her confidence for a moment, her eyes glanced to the other side, and she whispered cowardly.

Jiang Xiaoman's smile was even bigger, his finger pointed at the little girl's eyebrows, and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

"It's okay, so-so!" Ji Xiaoyue's momentum became weaker, and her voice couldn't help but weaken a little.

The young man spread his hands very lazily, and said confidently: "Isn't that enough, you have eaten it yourself, and you are embarrassed to come to me to pay for the silver?"

Ji Xiaoyue was not happy, and pouted and argued: "But you ate more, I didn't even eat a few bites, and you finished eating!"

Miss Xiao looked at the two of them and smiled silently, this was the first time she had seen the two of them bickering, and the little girl was deflated.

I don't know what happened at the beginning, but it must have been fun.

"Smack!"

"Today, it coincides with the first snow in our northern Liangcheng. The old man told the guest officers about the legendary story of Jiang Ponu, the fifth-generation soldier of the Jiang family, who was angry and turned red, and killed the god king in white with blood!"

There was a startling sound, and the white-haired old man finally spoke, holding a tassel folding fan in his hand, and his momentum was so majestic that he had a good cultivation.

Jiang Xiaoman's expression changed slightly, and the tea cup in his hand couldn't help but shake slightly, and tea spilled on the table.

Fang Cai, in the past 'Mr. Dongpo', now 'Pulsatilla'.

It was obvious that I felt a sinister aura rising up to the sky.

Although this evil aura is not as strong as ink as the third uncle, it is not inferior to the eleventh uncle and father.

At this time, in a dim corner of the lobby of the Mochizuki Tower.

A man in a white robe and an iron sword sat quietly at the table, his eyes slightly closed as if he was awake, and he muttered something softly.

Vaguely, it seems to be a woman's name.

Tea?