The cold wind is biting, the dark clouds cover the sun, although there is no snow between the sky and the earth, but the chill of the wind and snow in the winter has come to the face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info seems to want to turn everyone walking on the street into ice sculptures.

"Carbon, the best good carbon ......"

The old, slightly hoarse voice was a man surrounded by a thick pile of cloth of various colors. His hair is no longer dark, his skin is no longer smooth, he has lost the best years of his life, but he is happy.

This happiness is due to the fact that this winter is particularly cold, and it can be seen from his constant curling up movements and staggering steps pulling the carbon cart that he is not only afraid of cold, but also afraid of tiredness. But in contrast, he is more afraid that his carbon will not be sold and will not be sold at a good price.

The poor shirt is single, and the heart is worried and wishes that the weather is cold!

The weather is really getting colder and colder, and the carbon on the car is getting less and less, and for him, the day's hard work has been rewarded more, which is the greatest happiness and beauty.

In the alley in front of him there was a small chicken feather shop, in the front selling some rough food, and in the back there were three or five simple guest rooms, and the owner Sun Huozi was a crippled dwarf. Although he knew that there would never be any noble patrons in this alley, he would rather wait here for some lowly passers-by to come in and exchange food and lodging for a low price.

He would rather live his humble life here than go out and listen to the ridicule of the people, because he has learned that no amount of wealth can be exchanged for peace of mind.

"It's coming. ”

"It's coming. ”

"A bowl of tea, a loaf. ”

"A bowl of tea, a loaf. ”

There are many simple and repetitive words, and no matter who you are, you can remember them clearly.

Two poor people, two people who work hard for life, two people who live in this corner of the world, can always find many places in each other that attract them.

"Hoo ......"

The howling north wind poured in coldly, Sun Huozi raised his head, and he suddenly smiled, just like the old man who sold charcoal. Because, the one who opened the door was a guest, a rich guest, such a guest, Sun Huozi had not seen for many years.

A white robe with silver trim is the finest satin, and the more severe the cold, the more it can show his flexibility and softness. Among the masks on his head, countless mirrors are densely pasted on them, so that people can see not each other, but themselves.

There were not many tables in the small shop, but there were even fewer people, so the people who came found a table at random, waved the corners of their clothes, and sat down quietly.

When Sun Huozi saw him at a glance, he saw many differences in his bare eyes. There was no ridicule in his eyes at Sun Huozi's cripple, nor did he pay attention to it, nor did he pretend to be particularly sympathetic to it, which was sometimes more unbearable than ridicule.

Although Sun Huozi is a camel, his hands and feet are sharp and tight. As soon as the visitor sat down, he quickly rushed to the other party, pasted the rag in his hand on the table, and carefully wiped it up. Although he had wiped the table no less than three times today, this time, he was doing it for business, not for cleanliness.

"Smack!"

The hand that came from the sleeve shrank and stretched, and a full ten taels of snowflake silver were slapped on the table.

"Xingyunzhuang next door, how much do you know?"

From the moment someone auctioned the silver, Sun Huozi knew that he was never here to eat or drink. Because such a small shop could never have wine and food worth ten taels of silver.

Sun Huozi was stunned for a moment, because on the rivers and lakes, you can eat food and drink wine indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense.

After a long time, Sun Huozi suddenly wiped the rag on the silver, and then said: "Sun Huozi has lived here for more than ten years, and Xingyunzhuang next door was not originally called Xingyunzhuang, but should be called Li Yuan.

About ten years ago, on a festive day full of lights, the Zhuangzi suddenly changed owners, and naturally changed the brand.

Now the owner of Xingyun Village is the Dragon Hero. Long Daxia is heroic and generous, righteous and light on money, and has made many friends in the rivers and lakes. ”

Speaking of this, the Sun Huozi explained again: "No, yesterday, the chef of Xingyunzhuang ordered two jars of old wine in the small shop, and if you want to come for these two days, there will be a carnival." ”

As he spoke, the door of the shop suddenly opened, and a sturdy short man rushed in.

"Sun Huozi, hurry up and bring the wine! Don't delay the hour. ”

Although the words of the people came to support Sun Huozi's words, at this moment, Sun Huozi was in a dilemma. He looked at the short man who had just rushed in, and kept pinching the silver in his hand, and at no time, he felt that the silver in his hand was so hot.

"Don't pinch it, this silver isn't very strong......"

After speaking, the person who came suddenly turned his face and said to the short man who had just rushed in, "You are from Xingyunzhuang?"

"What ...... are you?"

The short man hadn't finished speaking, and he didn't know when his mouth had been blocked by a rag. The smell of sewage and dust left in my throat was not a good taste.

"You're from Xingyunzhuang?"

It was still the featureless tone, the featureless timbre, but the short man felt a burst of coldness and fear for no reason.

After all, putting a rag in a person's mouth is much more difficult than putting a knife in a person's mouth.

Carefully taking out the rag in his mouth, the man didn't care about retching, so he hurriedly replied with a smile: "The villain Baying is indeed from Xingyunzhuang." ”

"What's going on in Xingyunzhuang today?"

"Today, there are many friends in Xingyunzhuang who have made good friends with Long Siye, including the old man Qin Xiaoyi who is iron-hearted and shocking, the iron-faced selfless Zhao Zhengyi Uncle Zhao, the seventh master of Tian who overwhelms the world with a stick and Mo Yun's grandson Mo Yun and other senior figures in the rivers and lakes......"

"Okay, since there are so many masters in Xingyunzhuang, how can you not join in the fun. Lead the way!"

"Huh?"

Ba Ying was just stunned, and Jiang Feng had already stood up.

I have to say that Ba Ying can live to this day on the rivers and lakes, and he is still alive and well, and he is naturally not an ordinary person. Now that Jiang Feng has gotten up, if he hasn't made a decision yet, then he won't have a chance to make a decision again in his life.

"Please, please ...... over here"

After flattering to make way for Jiang Feng, Na Baying hurriedly yelled at the Sun Camel: "Sun Camel, remember to send two jars of wine to the village quickly, you have neglected the guests of the Fourth Master Long, but there is no good fruit for you to eat." ”

When the masked monster and Ba Ying's figure disappeared, the smile on Sun Huozi's face suddenly disappeared. His shriveled fingers fumbled with the ingot of silver, and then he said to himself, "It's true!" (To be continued.) )