Desert, an endless desert, with rolling yellow sand and heat waves. When one wave after another of heat waves hits your face, it makes people feel like they are being scorched.
In such a desert, there is no end in sight but yellow sand. It seems that here, in addition to the yellow sand, there is hot wind. It can be said that there is no shit here.
In such an uninhabited desert, you should not see anything. Apart from yellow sand, there is not even a single yellow hair grass.
However, in such a desert, a tavern happened to appear. Yes, it was a small tavern.
This tavern is very small. You can tell at a glance that the entire tavern is made of wooden boards, and it looks very casual and crude. It seems that the entire tavern is just made of three or five pieces of wooden boards and can be used casually.
Already.
There are only a few tables in the entire tavern, just two small wooden tables randomly placed. Moreover, these two small wooden tables look very old. I don’t know what era they are from. The wooden tables are already black, but, they are not.
So shiny and jet black.
Rather, it is a dry, gray-black color that has been exposed to the wind and sun. It seems that such a wooden table cannot bear any weight at all.
And the same goes for the benches that are placed randomly, as if they will snap as soon as you sit on them.
Outside such a tavern, there is a cloth flag hanging with the word "海" embroidered on it. However, this word "海" is already too old. I don't know how many years it has been. Look.
It almost looks blurry, and the word "海" like this is in a very ancient font. Most people can't recognize it at all, they can only see a horizontally blurred font.
Such a cloth flag is also somewhat tattered by the wind and sun, as if a strong wind could tear it to pieces.
Such a tavern, when the strong desert wind blows over, will make a "squeak, squeak, squeak" sound, as if the entire tavern will be blown apart by the strong wind at any time.
In such a tavern, there is a man curled up. He is both the owner of the tavern and the waiter of the tavern.
This curled-up boss is an old man. He looks gray-haired, but it is not that white hair, but a kind of gray, as if he has experienced countless life polishings and countless old people who live unsatisfactory lives.
, gray hair seems to declare its dissatisfaction, giving people a feeling of dryness and weakness.
Wrinkles have climbed up the old face, and it seems that the years have polished countless marks on his face. It is such an old man, he is curled up in the corner of the tavern, looking drowsy, even
It makes people wonder if he has lost his breath.
Such an old man, but he happens to have a pair of very beautiful eyebrows. His eyebrows are like an unsheathed sword, which seems to give people a feeling of high spirits.
One look at his eyebrows seems to make people think that when he was young, this old man was also a hero with high spirits. Maybe he was a handsome man with unparalleled handsomeness.
Even so, such an old man curled up there makes it seem like there is nothing worth paying special attention to.
Such a tavern was opened in the desert. Even if there were no customers, the old man didn't care at all. He curled up there, even if he hadn't sold a bowl of wine in a thousand years.
, and he doesn’t care at all.
Such a scene makes people feel unbelievable. After all, wouldn't such a person be crazy to open a tavern in such a desert? In such a stagnant place, I'm afraid I won't be able to sell a tavern in a hundred years.
Bowl of wine.
However, it is so incredible that there is such a tavern in such a deserted place.
Of course, no matter how dangerous the place is, no matter how sterile the place is, monks will still come here.
After all, there are so many monks in the world, and compared to ordinary people, it is common for many strong monks to escape from heaven to earth and go into the desert.
So, when disciples of the sect occasionally appear in the desert, they can't help but be curious when they see such a tavern.
There was a sect with more than a dozen disciples, old and young, who happened to come to the desert to look for medicine. When they saw such a tavern, they were extremely surprised.
“It’s really strange that there is a tavern in such a ghost place, let’s go have a drink.” The disciples of this sect couldn’t help but marveled when they saw the tavern, and immediately sat down in the tavern.
“Boss, serve us all a bowl of wine.” Out of curiosity, the group of monks shouted to the old man huddled in the corner.
However, the boss didn't seem to react at all. He was still huddled in this corner and turned a deaf ear to the shouts of the monks.
"Did you hear that, old man? Give us a bowl of wine." After calling several times, the old man didn't respond. This made one of the disciples anxious and shouted loudly.
However, the old man seemed to be asleep and did not seem to hear their shouts.
“Is he going to die?” Other disciples couldn’t help but murmured when they saw that the old man had no reaction.
The older and more experienced elder looked at the old man and shook his head gently.
Just when the group of strong monks were getting impatient, the old man huddled in the corner slowly raised his head and looked at the strong monks present.
The old man raised his head and opened his eyes. His eyes were clear and cloudy. He looked lifeless. He seemed to be a dying person. To put it bluntly, if he survives today, he may not be able to survive tomorrow.
, such an old man seems to be dying at any time.
“Give us all a bowl of wine.” The older monk was not so impatient and ordered.
After hearing the strong monk's instructions, the old man slowly picked up a jar of wine from another corner, and then placed the bowls in front of everyone one by one.
Looking at this sea bowl, I don't know how long it has been washed. It is almost covered with dust. However, the old man doesn't care and is too lazy to clean it. Moreover, each of these sea bowls has gaps one after another on the edges.
It seems that this kind of sea bowl was passed down from eight generations of the old man's ancestors.
The old man didn't think there was anything wrong with his bowl and slowly poured the wine into it.
Seeing such a scene made many monks and disciples frown. Although it is said that for many strong monks, it is not necessarily good food and clothing, but such simplicity really makes them feel uncomfortable.
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When the wine is full, some disciples do not pay attention to it and drink it as soon as they lift the bowl.
"Oh my god, what kind of wine is this? Is this horse urine?" After drinking it, some disciples immediately spit it out and shouted. This was probably the worst wine they had ever drunk in their lives.
"Bah, bah, bah, is this kind of wine suitable for people to drink?" The other disciples complained one after another, very unhappy.
However, the old man remained unmoved, as if he didn't care at all whether the customer was satisfied or not.
“Old man, do you have any other good wine? Give us another jar.” A disciple was unhappy and shouted to the old man.
The old man looked at him slowly, and then said: "No." There was only one word, and he cherished words like gold.
The old man's attitude also made some disciples angry. They came here to drink, but the old man looked like this. It was up to you whether you liked drinking or not. What's worse, his wine was particularly unpleasant to drink.
“Isn’t this a tavern? Are you selling horse urine?” Some disciples couldn’t help but get angry.
However, the old man turned a blind eye, as if it had nothing to do with him. No matter how angry the customer was, he had no reaction at all, which gave people a feeling of insensitivity.
"Forget it, forget it, let's go." There are also brothers who don't want to argue with such a common man, so they have to pay and say: "How much does it cost?"
“Fifty thousand——” At this moment, the old man finally reacted and slowly stretched out his finger.
“Fifty thousand pieces of jade—” upon hearing the old man’s move, a disciple immediately screamed like a chicken and said, “How dare you charge fifty thousand for such horse urine? Are you robbing money?”
However, the old man didn't seem to have any embarrassment at all. He just stretched out his hand and looked at him. Whether you are willing or not, you have to pay the fifty thousand.
"This is a black shop. You only have 50,000 pieces of jade. Are you kidding me?" Another disciple jumped up in anger and said, "Five copper coins are not worth it."
However, the old man didn't react at all and remained numb, as if he hadn't heard the complaints of these strong monks at all.
“That’s it, that’s it, pay it.” However, in the end, the elder paid the wine price truthfully and left with the disciple.
“Uncle Master, why do you have to pay him?” As if leaving the tavern, some disciples still couldn’t help but mutter.
The elder looked back at the tavern and said: "In a place like this, where birds don't poop and the sky is full of desert, he opened such a tavern. Do you think he is crazy?"
When asked about this, the disciples couldn't help it.
If anyone wants to set up a tavern in the desert and make a living by selling alcohol, everyone will think that he is crazy. In such a shabby place, let alone doing business, he is afraid that he will starve to death.
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However, this old man does not seem to be a lunatic, but he just opened a tavern here.
“If you’re not crazy, then you’re a weirdo.” The elder said slowly: “A weirdo is definitely not a man of faith or a kind woman. It’s best not to mess with him when you go out.”
Hearing what the elders said, many disciples felt it made sense and nodded.
“Then why does he have to open a tavern in the desert?” Some disciples didn’t understand and couldn’t help but ask.
“There are strange people and strange people, but we can’t understand them.” In the end, the elder could only say this.