The long street is sparse in the middle of the night. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Beicheng and the frontier of the north soil are on the verge of adding a layer of darkness naturally, and now the winter is cold, it is even more desolate, the doors and windows along the street are tightly closed, and there is very little light, the cold wind continues to blow the hanging objects along the street, some archways and hanging lamps will make a jingling sound, and there is a dead silence in addition.

In front of a hotel where Wentu stopped the horse, Xiao Er immediately ran up to serve, like a modern parking car, led the red horse to the stable to feed, and led the two inside.

"What the guest officer wants, our store has everything!"

"Let's have two servings of ......" Wentu just wanted to say pasta, but there is absolutely no pasta here, and he has never heard of it, "two hot noodles, two taels of white wine!" said that, he loosened the strap and hugged Fu Rou and sat down together.

"Two taels?" Xiao Er was puzzled, "The wine in this store is the best ten-year Qiuliang red and white wine, two catties and one jar, and it cannot be opened." ”

"Here's a jar, and some meat!" he hadn't made meat for days.

"Brother Wentu," Fu Rou said when she heard the conversation between the two, but she was very timid, "Father said that the people of the Imperial Horse drink less alcohol. With that, he stretched out his chubby little hand and groped it habitually, but soon retracted it.

Wentu was stunned, at such a young age, he already understood such a truth, he was very pleased, just wanted to say that it was okay, he would stop here tonight, and then he thought that his wife's education responsibility was his own, and the two of them could not stay in the king's long, so he lowered his head and leaned over the axe's ear and said in the vernacular: "Father is right, in the future, there will be drinking and not driving, driving without drinking; it's okay, we will stay here tonight!"

Fu Rou didn't understand this, but she still nodded and stopped talking, because her eyes couldn't see, and the direction of her nodding was just facing the shopkeeper who came to pick up the wine, and she seemed to be very satisfied with the good wine on the table, which made the little two laugh.

Wentu knew that he couldn't eat it first, so he stirred the hot noodles and cooled them as soon as possible, then tried them with his lips to confirm that the temperature was right, and cut the noodles with bamboo chopsticks and fed them to Fu Rou little by little.

Gritting his teeth, Wentu picked up half a bit of green vegetables and beef and put them together, chewed a few times by himself, he must be able to swallow it, and fed it to the past, Fu Rou chewed it a few times, swallowed it in his stomach, and smiled with a pink and fat little face, "It's so fragrant!"

If it is a normal child, she will be fine if she chews and feeds herself, but after all, this is her future wife, I don't know how many years later, she knows that she was like this when she was a child, how was she in such a state?

Wentu opened the wine jar, took a sip, immediately condensed his eyebrows, this wine must be made of pure mountain spring water, after making koji wine mother, and finally brewed, refreshing and not greasy, sweet and astringent, it is definitely the tail wine of long-term distillation, so that the alcohol content is greatly reduced, and it will not exceed 20 degrees according to modern methods.

He finally understood that in many books and novels, there are strong men who can't pour a few glasses, and this wine can attract two jars by itself;

Thinking about it, Wentu picked up the wine jar and drank all the elixir in the jar after a while!

The shopkeeper was stunned, and exclaimed next to him: "Good amount of wine!"

Wentu smiled secretly, it's not that I have a high amount of alcohol, but that the people in the Southern Dynasty have a low amount of alcohol, if there is no Fu Rou beside me, I am afraid that the five altars will not be able to stop it.

After being full of wine and food, Wentu checked out, and asked Xiao Er: "Is there a room upstairs?"

"Guest officer, it seems that you are an outsider, after the time in this city, if you want to stay in the hotel, you must go to the yamen to verify your identity, so as not to do evil to the bandits!"

Damn, isn't this similar to the modern police station registration system!

Seeing Wentu's hesitation, the shopkeeper thought that it was inconvenient to take the blind child, and he was afraid of losing the business, so he persuaded him closely: "Otherwise, the guest officer will leave the young lady in the store, and I will serve so well, and it will be easier to do it not far to the east is the Yamen......

you! Wentu said secretly, I don't want to, this is my master's house, how can I say that if you are released, you will be let here?

Besides, now that he was already wanted, he really didn't dare to go to the yamen, so he had to ask: "Where is there a place to rest?"

"Qinglou!" Xiao Er immediately showed a mysterious smile.

Wentu scolded secretly, no matter how you say it, you can't hold your wife into the brothel, it seems that the restaurant can't live, so you have to find a place for Fu Rou to sleep, so she asked, "Can I store the horses in your place?"

"Of course you can, one or two silver a night, the guest officer can rest assured, we will definitely feed you good feed!"

Wentu immediately took out two taels of silver, meaning to store the car and wash the car, and instructed: "Store my horse in a hidden place and find a stableman to comb it well!"

"All right!" said the shopkeeper, laughing, and running away. In the middle of the night, even if the two of them are left to live temporarily, they can only receive one or two silver, and they will get one or two more when they pick up brooms and other things to take care of the horses, so naturally they will not lose.

Wentu picked up Fu Rou again and walked into the long street of moon dyeing.

On the passage, a few passers-by hurried by, never stopping, and occasionally a few horses flew away, and the man who commanded the horse also drove in a low voice, so as not to disturb the street. The night is very clear and cool, without a trace of miscellaneous smell, in Dawangtu, dumping stolen goods on the street can be imprisoned, where is the slightest pollution?

The white light of the empty moon reflected Wentu's figure, so lonely and helpless.

Wentu looked up and saw that he had stepped into the shopping street, the red light swaying, and the head of the person shaking.

"Brother Wentu, I want to sleep!" Fu Rou couldn't open her eyes anymore and said vaguely.

Wentu immediately stopped, this is indeed a difficult problem, he doesn't have much money on him, how dare he enter the Qinglou, there is a high-end luxury hall, and it is estimated that he will not be able to enter without opening an Audi. But when I looked back again, I felt sad, and I saw Xiao Furou bowing her head and tilting her head, as if she was asleep, very haggard.

How good is that!

Wentu suddenly saw a gambling house in front of him, and he was ruthless, and tonight he took his wife to drink first, then gamble, and then enter the Red Mansion, even if she grew up and learned about the situation at this moment, she couldn't complain, and this kind of thing, I'm afraid ordinary people can't think about it.

As soon as Wentu entered the gambling house, he was led to the gambling table by the guy, but his eyes were full of strangeness, how could he bring his children to gamble in the middle of the night? Thinking that the strong man in front of him must be in a hurry to lose, he handed the table owner a look, Wentu immediately understood, it was nothing more than that this person was crazy and anxious, and he could not kill all of them until he had to.

Although the gambling house is very crowded, it is not as formless as the casino, and people are busy with their own money, and the miscellaneous servants are also shuttling back and forth, welcoming gamblers and cleaning the streets, which seems to be in order.

The gamblers were also surprised, seeing Wentu rushing in with a gloomy face full of wine, and a child behind him, he must have drunk everything at home, lost all his essence, and even the child had nowhere to store it.

Right in the middle! Wentu said secretly.

"Brother Wentu, what kind of place is this?" asked Xiao Fu Rou, who was awakened by the noise.

"This is the casino, it's where the bad guys come in. Wentu turned around and whispered.

"Then why are we still here?"

Naturally, he needed silver, Wentu thought secretly, but he didn't know how to answer, so he turned his head and whispered: "It's okay, my brother is just here to see what kind of bad people there are!"

Wentu watched carefully, the gambling method was very simple, just guessed the odd and double of the colored sticks under the gambling altar, of course he could quickly know how many colored sticks there were under the altar, but he found that he was always being manipulated by the table owner at the moment of opening. He must not have another incident, after knowing it, he pressed all his silver taels on the cold mouth, which side bet small, which side bet, sure enough, it was guessed every time.

Two moments later, Wentu already had a large handful of silver taels in his hand, and when he saw that the table owner had begun to pay attention to himself, he took out a small piece and threw it to the table owner.

He understands that here, there will never be a winner!

People who are addicted to gambling will be seen through by gamblers at a glance, small bets will let you win, big bets will immediately sweep away your silver; addicts will come again, or so, small wins and big losses, the abyss is bottomless; people without gambling addiction, gamblers will observe words and looks, measure the situation, win is naturally under the gambler's trade-off, so that it is used as a foil, lure others, if you raise, you will lose all your money, because the gambler knows that this person gambles and leaves, how can he give such an opportunity?

He stepped out of the gambling house, feeling deeply remorseful, he didn't expect to support his wife by gambling, afraid that he would become addicted in the future, so he touched Fu Rou's little face and swore in his heart: I will never enter the casino again in this life!

Fu Rou was woken up by Wentu, and just wanted to open her eyes, but she really couldn't hold on, and instantly lowered her head, probably feeling so bad, she struggled to raise her head, or stretched out her hand to hold Wentu's clothes, leaned her head on his back, and wanted to sleep quietly for a while, but as Wentu walked, she was still half-asleep and half-awake.

"Fu Rou, let's go to a sleeping place now. Ventu whispered.

"Hmm," Fu Rou replied vaguely, the last trace of curiosity that made her mumble, "No, where to go...... restaurant" obviously didn't care about the answer.

"Find a ...... A nice place to look. Wentu replied abruptly, anyway, Fu Rou's eyes couldn't see, and she didn't prostitute when she went in, just rested for one night, and it was easy to be confused.

The green building is not beautiful, the upper and lower floors are shrouded by red lanterns, a few red curtains hang down from the roof, with the cold wind shaking, the rhythm is very reverie, enough to see the boss has worked hard; the red carpet is paved, the warm door is open, in this harsh winter is really coveted. Under the Red Mansion, the swinging prostitutes are powdery and extremely powerful, lest they let go of a man, any man who has the ability to dig out money.

Wentu slowly approached the Red Mansion, the men in front of him were divided into three classes, the righteous and the gentleman avoided it, and did not squint, the people who did good things did not enter, and their hearts were ape-like; those who were determined to entertain were either looking left and right, or half-pushing and half-pushing, or driving straight in, their legs were already numb and not straight, and they hurried in, and no one raised their heads and chests, and their minds had already drifted into the light song and dance......

He deliberately slowed down, approaching the maid in front of the building, and his eyes pretended to be free, as if he was looking forward to everything inside, waiting for the maid to greet him, after all, he was not here to consume, but just to stay for one night, and he might live here for a long time in the future, so it was not good to be recognized.

But no matter how pretentious, the ladies will never pay attention to him!

Wentu put his steps very slowly, and when he saw that he was about to pass through the door, no one came to talk to him, so he had to turn around and walk towards the brothel.

"Wait, this guest officer!" a servant girl held out her hand to stop him, her eyes full of confusion.

Wentu immediately became angry, you don't come to pull me, and I am not allowed to go in by myself?" glared at the woman in front of him, and said angrily: "My son is here tonight for fun, what reason is there not to go in?!"

"Childe stay!" the old bustard hurriedly ushered in, opened his arms to stop Wentu, and made a gesture of forbidding him to enter, but he still smiled on his face......