The folk proverb is called 3949, and you can see the willows along the river.

The weather has fully warmed up, especially in the south of the Yangtze River, where the ice and snow are gradually melting, and the dead grass and moist ground are revealed, exuding vitality.

The nameless small county town, which is not big or small, is located at the intersection of the Three Realms.

The so-called Three Realms here are the Tubo Kingdom, the Sichuan Buzheng Division, and the Xiningwei (present-day Qinghai Province). Theoretically speaking, this small city should be under the management of the Sichuan Political Division, but in fact, most of the boundaries of this small city are built in Xiningwei, and the former residence of the Han family in the city is here, but walking on the street everywhere you can see a half-naked right shoulder, rough and heroic plateau man.

All kinds of characteristics are added in one place, and it is not just when it started, it has become a three-way realm.

Where the royal law cannot tolerate, darkness and sin will also breed like bacteria, wandering swordsmen, fugitive villains, giants on the rivers and lakes, and even famous people who have retired from the rivers and lakes.

In this mixed town, the residents are not having a good time,

Then why don't they run away? It's not that the government is harsh and fierce, but in fact the interests lie.

Where do the benefits come from? Two words: selling stolen goods.

As long as you dare to buy, there is nothing you can't buy.

Therefore, although this county is nameless and cannot be found on the map of the Ming Dynasty, people who know where it is often called Heicheng.

"Fifty-year-old wine, the best Shaoxing yellow, the seller asks for 3,000 taels, and the highest price gets !!"

On the high platform in the middle of the tavern, Xiao Er's loud shout attracted the attention of the tavern gourmets.

"Three thousand one hundred taels!"

"Three thousand two hundred taels!"

"Three thousand five!"

"Four thousand!"

"Five thousand taels!" A bearded man stood up and shouted, his scarlet eyes looked around the left and right: "Five thousand taels, and if you rob it, you won't give Lao Tzu face!"

The price is increased by 1,000 taels all at once, and this man seems to be bound to win. In fact, this price is basically the limit, and no matter how much it is, it is not worth it, but after he shouted the price, he added such a cruel sentence with an implicit threat, which made people very uncomfortable.

"Who, this is?"

A person next to him replied in a low voice: "Rampage Ma Wanli, a bastard, only three or five years old, very rich, but I don't know where this money came from." ”

"Rampage? Hey, it's okay to say elsewhere, dare to be so arrogant in this black city, look, he won't survive tonight." ”

When everyone was whispering, Ma Wanli jumped on the high platform, came to Xiao Er's side, and stretched out his big hand: "Bring the wine!"

"Guest officer, you are the first to come back, you may not understand the rules of our black city, and you have never paid for it before you have goods. And... Xiao Er looked at Ma Wanli with a smile: "Shouting is shouting, you can't be arrogant, otherwise... ”

"Otherwise!" Ma Wanli impatiently grabbed Xiao Er's collar and dragged it to his eyes: "If you tell you to give wine, you will give wine, and Lao Tzu will give it after tasting it... ”

"Then it's too late. ”

"Poof!"

The blood flashed, the tall figure was on the spot, the bearded human head rolled a few times, and the murderer stopped at his feet: "If Lord Yama asks, you remember to say that you died without following the rules." ”

"Shopkeeper's. Xiao Er shook his head, flattened the folds on his chest, and then smiled: "Aren't you going out, why did you come back so soon?"

"There are no good goods, so I'll come back first. The shopkeeper replied, took the wine jar from Xiao Er's hand, looked at a green-robed guest in the audience and said with a smile: "The one who shouted four thousand taels just now is you, pay the money, and the wine is yours." ”

The green-robed guest was obviously a person who knew the rules, so he didn't say much. took out a stack of silver tickets and took them.

The shopkeeper nodded, shook his hand, and the five-pound wine jar crossed an afterimage in the air, and finally fell on the table of the green-robed guest with a "bang".

"Money and goods are good, and the buying and selling continues. The shopkeeper gave an order to Xiao Er, and then jumped up to the second floor and strolled away.

"The next one, a box of osmanthus cake secretly made by the world's first god chef, is worth ... ”

The lobby of the tavern began to shout fiercely again.

The guy who had collected the money before walked around with a teapot, and when he passed by the table in the corner, he looked around without a trace, and a few silver tickets were stuffed into the arms of the young man in white.

"Four thousand taels of wine, two thousand taels of red, please check the officer. ”

That's what the guy said, but he didn't really mean to wait at all, it was completely routine, and he turned around and left.

The young man drank the hot tea that had just been refilled with a tea bowl, watched the trading on the high platform, and from time to time picked up a peanut from the small plate on the table and chewed it in his mouth, feeling comfortable.

As soon as the goods of 4,000 taels changed hands, the 2,000 taels of silver went to the intermediary's store. From the point of view of the businessman's pursuit of profit, he lost money. But he didn't care about the way he looked. In fact, for him, silver has never been a problem, because he is the number one winemaker in the world, and his name is Chu Feng.

There are many tables in the hall, but there are more guests, and the phenomenon of sharing tables is very serious, but Chu Feng monopolizes a table in this corner, just because there is a large enamel bowl in the center of the table. This is the rule of the store, one hundred taels of silver can ask for a clean, if anyone is not satisfied, the store is responsible for coming forward to settle it.

One hundred taels of silver is just a drop in the bucket for Chu Feng, but the peace he yearns for is destined not to last long, whether it is a macro life or a micro moment.

Out of the corner of his eye, a green-robed drunk man with an open chest and a huge wine gourd walked into the tavern. With a red rosacea, bloodshot hazy drunken eyes, the smell of alcohol all over his body, and his staggering steps, this man is afraid that he has drunk the wine thoroughly, and it is not surprising that he will fall down at any time.

Everyone thought so, but this drunk man didn't fall, shook his head left and right, raised his hand and pointed at Chu Feng with difficulty, and said with a smile: "Ha, I found it!"

After speaking, he walked upside down towards Chu Feng.

Chu Feng smiled helplessly, shook his head slightly at the guy who was looking at him, and then turned over the big bowl in the middle of the table.

"Oops. The drunk sat down at this time, rubbed his tail bone, and smiled again: "Two thousand taels is a lot, enough for us to be free for a while." Xiao Chu, you have the ability, I admire Lao Jiang, admire!"

This drunk man has just entered the tavern, and after just a few steps, he has told the truth about the business he has never seen, is he really drunk?

The drunk man raised his thumb and praised it, and the wine in the gourd filled the big bowl in front of him, and he took the bowl and got up: "Come, big brother respects you." ”

Chu Feng rolled his eyes, took out a delicate small porcelain bottle from his arms, opened it, and drank it all: "It's too tired to stand, just drink, it's better to sit." ”