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At the junction of Danyang County and Jiujiang County, near a ferry port near the Wujiang River, there is a small steamed bun shop. The shopkeeper's surname is Jin, and he is already seventy years old. He is very diligent, no matter the wind or rain, he opens the store before dawn with the shopkeeper every day, so that the guests on the ferry can eat enough at any time.

This day is no different. The genius was bright, and before there was a single guest, the old man Jin had already lit a fire under the stove. Although he had a blowpipe in his hand, he didn't use it at all, he just waved his palm lightly, and slapped it with a casual move of the Nine Spirits True Palm, and the palm wind made the furnace fire prosperous. On the other end, the shopkeeper is also sifting noodles. The wrinkled, chubby shopkeeper tapped her right hand on the edge of the bamboo sieve a few times, and the pebbles and barnyard shells in the miscellaneous grains jumped up one after another. The shopkeeper didn't look at it, and grabbed it with her left hand in the air, and then gathered all these sundries in her hand.

After the fire was lit, the old man Jin rolled up his sleeves to prepare the stuffing of the bun, only to see the two kitchen knives in his hands flying fast, chopping the vegetable filling and meat filling to pieces, but the cutting board under it did not make the slightest sound, let alone leave some knife marks on the cutting board. After the noodles were polished, the shopkeeper also turned her head to clean the store, a rag in one hand, and her feet stepped on the strange steps of the Ming Palm Technique, not to mention the tables and windows, and even the beams of the house did not have a trace of dust.

As the sky gradually brightens, the steamed buns in the steamer also emit a burst of aroma. There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, a guest came to the door, the old man Jin put down the kitchen knife, and the shopkeeper also hunched over and slowly wiped the table.

Boss, ten buns, three bowls of hot and sour soup. Several people who looked like foot merchants walked into the store, one of them seemed to be familiar with the way, and introduced to the other two people in the same company: This is the famous gold ingots bun shop on the bank of the Wujiang River, as long as you eat it once, you will not forget. Old man Jin and the shopkeeper listened to the guests praise the delicious buns in unison, and they both smiled and squinted.

Several groups of guests came to the door, and they all left after eating. The shopkeeper looked at the door and muttered to Old Man Jin, "Is it the first day of December?" Old Man Jin replied casually: It is the first day of December, and you have asked five, six, seven or eight times. It's the first day of December, why hasn't that man come yet? What's the hurry? It's still early, and so on. And so on and so forth. I'm not as good as you. The shopkeeper complained: Haven't you been waiting for another year? Alas, people are coming, and there are really few friends left. No, they're almost all dead. Old Man Jin nodded.

However, it is not easy for a person to eat to death. The shopkeeper raised her eyes and looked at the pair of long iron chopsticks hanging on the wall as decoration, as if she remembered something, but she didn't seem to have it. Coming and going to entertain guests, finally silent for a long time, the shopkeeper chattered again, and asked in a loud voice: Hey! I said gold ingots, is today the first day of December?

It's the first day of December, and I said Dabao, damn it, you've been ninety-one times. Ask, no. Why, I am annoyed, you can't marry a second wife at the beginning, but I didn't hurt you! Alas, what are you talking about, how many years have Mrs. Lu been dead, what are you still thinking about? You can't bear it......

A few old guests waiting for the ferry next to them listened to the two couples arguing again, and they all smiled slightly. The shopkeeper suddenly stopped talking, and shouted happily: "Come on! Come on! Finally here!" Several customers turned their heads to look in the direction of the electric twist, only to see a young man in his early twenties, walking towards the steamed bun shop happily, thinking that it was the grandson of the couple who came home from the steamed bun shop. Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper rubbed her hands and greeted her, but shouted to the man: Brother Mao Qiu, you are here! I've been waiting for you for a long time! Several guests were stunned, why did the seventy old lady call the young man in her early twenties? Could it be that there is a difference in seniority?

Big brother, sit, sit. Eat steamed buns, eat steamed buns. The shopkeeper was overjoyed and greeted warmly. Old man Jin also sat next to Mao Qiu, and Mao Qiu's appearance did not change at all, exactly the same as when they met a year ago, ten years ago, ten years ago, and thirty years ago. The shopkeeper smiled and asked, "Big brother, how are you doing lately?" Have you improved your spells? Haha! Mao Qiu still had a bun in his mouth, so he talked and laughed: It's very spiritual, but it's only a moment late, three days and five days. Hahaha! The old man Jin and the shopkeeper also laughed.

The three of them have almost developed a habit, and for decades, on the first day of December, Mao Qiu would visit them at the bun shop. Sometimes I talk about the news on the rivers and lakes, and I mention the whereabouts of those friends and enemies in the past, and sometimes I bring long iron chopsticks, which makes the two sigh and cry. As time passed, both of them understood that the immortal medicine that Feng Puzi had refined back then must have been eaten by Mao Qiu. Perhaps, this is the reason why Feng Puzi took Mao Qiu as a disciple? Strangely, Mao Qiu didn't seem to know that he had taken the elixir of life. His mind seemed to stop with his body in his youth. When I came to visit next year, I saw that the two couples were getting older and older, but Mao Qiu never thought, "Hey, why am I the only one who is still so young?" His ability seems to be unable to move forward, whether it is to call the wind or the rain, two out of ten times the success is very good. Fortunately, Mao Qiu doesn't seem to have much sense of success and failure. He still can't do it every day, and he practices every day. I don't know how many times, the two couples deeply felt that fortunately it was Mao Qiu who took the elixir. If you change someone and find that you will be eternally stopped in your youth, and it will be difficult for your colleagues who will not grow old to change in any way, is it equivalent to living in a prison of eternal regret?

The three of them chatted happily about the recent changes in Shendu Mountain...... Liu Bi was still tirelessly advocating Confucianism, but Emperor Wen admired the art of Huang Lao, so it seemed that he had a hard time receiving students recently...... The water of the Wujiang River is gurgling, and when the wind blows, not many people will think of the sad song of Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu...... As the sun sets, the three of them continue to chat, and the two husbands and wives laugh loudly, only one of them will live forever.

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