The spring breeze blows on my face, and the willows sprout green.
The red sun is high and the sunshine is warm.
Bianhe River. The water is clear and glides by like silk. There are cruise boats on the river. From time to time, there is the sound of the piano, sometimes there are bursts of laughter, and sometimes there is the sound of reading aloud. The scene is very lively.
There are willow trees on both sides of the river. The sunlight shines on the tender green willow leaves, giving them a pearlescent green color, as if they have been splashed with water. It is really beautiful.
The streets on both sides of the river are even more prosperous with flowers. There is a constant flow of pedestrians on the street, including those carrying burdens and driving donkeys to deliver goods. There are also some literati who stop by the river to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Bianhe River and occasionally recite a few poems.
.There are rows of buildings on both sides, including tea houses, restaurants, pawn shops, workshops, etc.
This street is called Bianhe Street, and it can be regarded as the center of Bianjing City.
On the west side of an arched bridge, there stands a three-story attic with flowing eaves and flying walls, pavilions and pavilions, which is extraordinary.
There is a large plaque hanging high on the eaves of the second floor, with three large vermilion characters written on it - Zuixianju.
As the name suggests, this is obviously a restaurant.
At this time, under the eaves to the left of the main entrance of Zuixianju, a drunk man was lying motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. Due to the recent war, the number of refugees fleeing here is also increasing day by day, so the passers-by were worried about it.
I was used to it, and at most I was just a little curious about the drunk man's clothes.
I saw that the drunk man was wearing black clothes and black trousers, with small cuffs and turned-out collar. He was wearing a white clothes underneath. He was wearing a pair of black shiny boots, but they were said to be boots, but they were not boots. It was very strange.
It's strange.
There was a lot of traffic and excitement outside the building, but inside the building it was deserted and there were only a few guests.
Just separated by a door, the difference is so huge that it is inevitable not to make people curious.
In the lobby on the first floor, there were only two people standing, a shopkeeper and a bartender. The shopkeeper was about fifty years old, wearing a member's hat and a yellow silk robe, with a black and white hair.
With a long beard, he stood at the counter, holding a brush in one hand and flipping the dark abacus on the table with the other.
The bartender was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a young appearance. He was wearing a blue gown and a blue hat. He had a white cloth on his left shoulder and was leaning against the door edge, looking listless.
In the middle of writing, the old shopkeeper suddenly stopped. He seemed to have thought of something. He straightened his neck and looked out the door. After a while, he waved to the bartender at the door and shouted: "Sixth Son"
."
The bartender who was called Liu Zi saw the shopkeeper calling him, so he hurriedly walked up to him and asked: "Uncle, what's the matter?"
The old shopkeeper raised his head towards the door and whispered: "Go and see if the drunkard has left? Why has it been so long and there is no movement at all?"
Liuzi said impatiently: "Hey, uncle, we can't even take care of ourselves now, why should we care what he does?"
The old shopkeeper had a long face and waved his hand: "Go, go, if I tell you to go, don't be so nagging, or I'll slap you."
"oh!"
Shocked by the force of the old shopkeeper, Liu Zi responded feebly, put his head together, walked to the drunk man, squatted down, pushed the drunk man gently with his hand, and shouted: "Hey, hey, hey.
, are you dead?"
"Well---!"
The drunk man murmured twice in his sleep, then turned his head to the corner.
"Hey, I slept really well!"
When Liuzi saw this scene, he immediately felt angry and funny. He shouted a few more times, but when he saw no response at all, he returned to the cabinet and said to the old shopkeeper, "I'm still sleeping."
When the old shopkeeper heard this, he sighed, shook his head and said, "Okay, okay, go and do your work."
busy?
Liuzi looked around, looking at the empty hall with a sad look on his face. He also wanted to be busy, but he had to be busy!
"Bartender, bartender!"
At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the second floor.
It can’t be so effective!
When Liu Zi heard this, he broke into a cold sweat!
"What are you doing standing here stupidly, why don't you hurry up and greet the guests!" Seeing Liuzi still standing there, the old shopkeeper hurriedly shouted.
"Oh oh oh!"
Liuzi was slightly startled, then hurriedly picked up a pot of tea and ran upstairs.
When we got to the second floor, the situation here was not much better than downstairs. There were only two young men dressed as scholars sitting on the innermost table by the window. The one sitting inside was wearing a white gown.
The one outside is wearing a blue gown.
Liuzi came to the table, bent down and asked with a smile on his face: "Two guests, may I ask...!"
"boom!"
The scholar in white shirt didn't wait for Liu Zi to finish what he said, and suddenly slammed the table, stood up suddenly, with an angry look on his face, pointed at the three bowls of food on the table, and said: "You bartender, how dare you tease me, I
Let me ask you, what did you serve us?"
Liuzi shivered in fright, and glanced at the three bowls of food on the table with a pair of clever black eyes, and whispered: "Lotus seed soup, soy sauce beef, stir-fried duck feet." He frowned and thought for a moment, feeling anxious.
He pointedly said to the guest officer: "My guest, you must have made a mistake. You did order these three dishes just now."
"Humph, the food is not wrong, but" the scholar in white shirt smiled coldly, changed the topic and said: "This lotus seed soup is too sweet and greasy, this beef with soy sauce is so salty that it is difficult to eat, and this bowl of clear
Fried duck feet, duck feet are harder than rocks, not to mention it is for human consumption, I think it is even worse than pig food, it is simply unreasonable."
The scholar in the white shirt was frothing at the mouth when he said it, and the six men were sweating coldly when they heard it.
A few years ago, he would have thought that these two people were looking for bad luck, but now, when he thinks of the bald old man in the kitchen, he feels like he is fetching water from fifteen buckets.
He said in fear: "This--this guest, I--I wonder if there is any misunderstanding in this?"
"Misunderstanding? I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin."
The scholar in white shirt sneered, grabbed the pair of chopsticks in front of him, threw them at Liu Zi's feet, and hummed: "Try it yourself."
"Yes, yes! Little one, try it now!"
Liuzi picked up the chopsticks at his feet, looked at the three bowls of food on the table, and swallowed, with a trace of fear in his eyes. He first scooped a small ladle of lotus seed soup into his mouth. It was indeed sweet.
His teeth were about to fall out. Liuzi frowned slightly, picked up another piece of beef and put it in his mouth. He just chewed it, his eyes were closed tightly, and his two thin eyebrows were almost twisted together. This is not beef, it is clearly salt.
.
Liuzi didn't dare to chew, and forcefully swallowed the piece of beef. But as soon as he swallowed it, there was a sudden surge in his stomach, and he vomited it out again with a "wow" sound.
The scholar in white shirt saw it and sneered: "How about it? I didn't frame you, did I?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll ask someone to change it for you immediately." Liu Zi hurriedly bent down and apologized.
"That's not necessary." The scholar in white shirt shook his head, pointed at the three dishes on the table with a white paper fan, and said with a smile on his lips: "As long as you eat all three bowls of dishes for me, I will
I won’t argue with you.”
If you want to eat these three bowls of vegetables, you might as well compete with pigs for food.
Liu Zi was so frightened that his face turned pale and his feet were trembling.
The scholar in green shirt on the other side felt a little unbearable when he saw that the bartender was still a child. He stood up and said with cupped hands: "Brother Chang Yuan, please calm down. We don't have to be angry with a bartender. Otherwise, I will be the host of you later."
Let’s invite a few friends to go to the Jade Pavilion across the street to sing poems over wine. I wonder what Brother Chang Yuan wants?”
When the scholar in white shirt heard this, he felt that what he said was not unreasonable. He was also a scholar after all, and he actually got into a fight with a bartender. He really had some status! He held up his hand and said, "Brother Shaoguan said it is true." After that,
With a flick of his long sleeves, he went downstairs with the scholar in the green shirt.
Before leaving, the scholar in green shirt dropped some broken silver on the table.
They are literati and elegant people who have a high self-esteem and want face most of all. Even if they don't pay a penny for this meal, it is absolutely understandable, but they will definitely not let others talk about it just for the price of a meal.
After they went downstairs, Liuzi breathed a sigh of relief. He stared at the three bowls of food on the table and sighed, "It's good now, they're all gone."
It was late at night, and the cold wind was howling. Except for the brothel where people sang and sang every night, all the taverns and teahouses closed their doors to thank guests.
"Alas! I don't know when it will end!"
The old shopkeeper of Zuixianju couldn't help but sigh after checking the accounts at the counter. At the end of the day, they only did one business, and they even made the customer angry. Such a miserable amount of business,
It's simply outrageous.
"It's almost the third watch, Liuzi, close the door!"
As soon as the old shopkeeper finished his instructions, he suddenly said: "By the way, Liuzi, go and give the leftovers left by today's guest to the drunkard at the door."
"oh!"
Liuzi responded and walked towards the kitchen, muttering: "I really don't know what uncle is thinking. There is no business now. If we leave that drunkard here, who will dare to come to our store."
Liuzi's voice was not loud, but the old shopkeeper heard it clearly and let out another long sigh.
Liuzi took out the three bowls of disgusting leftovers from the kitchen, came to the drunk man, put the food on the ground, and shouted angrily: "Hey, hey, it's time to eat."
The drunk man moved his body, said "Hmm" a few times, opened his eyes suddenly, suddenly got up, grabbed Liu Zi's arm with both hands, and asked nervously: "What month is it today?"
No.? Where is this?"
"Ouch, ouch, let go first, it hurts me so much." Liuzi suddenly felt a pain in his arm and screamed in pain.
Liuzi's cry seemed to wake up the drunk man, and he hurriedly let go of his hand. He looked at Liuzi with his red eyes, and his eyes instantly became dim.
Liuzi rubbed his arms and frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "How many times have I told you, this is Bianliang, Tokyo, it is the fourth year of Xuanhe, the seventh day of February."
He has never seen such a strange drunk man in his life. Every time he gets drunk, he wakes up and acts like a madman. He always asks people when he sees them, "What day is it today? Where is this place?"
When others told him, he seemed very disappointed, and then asked for a drink crazily.
At this time, the old shopkeeper heard Liu Zi's shouting and hurriedly came out and saw the drunk man with his head lowered, swaying and mumbling to himself.
The old shopkeeper first waved his hand to Liu Zi, indicating that he should go in first.
Liu Zi glanced at the drunk man and entered the house.
After Liu Zi entered, the old shopkeeper shouted to the drunkard: "Little brother, little brother."
The drunk man was slightly startled, looked at the old shopkeeper, and asked: "Uncle, are you calling me?"
This call made the old shopkeeper laugh and nodded: "I would like to ask, little brother, what is your name? Where is your home?"
"Oh, uncle, my name is Li Qi, and my home is -" At this point, Li Qi suddenly choked up and his eyes became moist.
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