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The rivers and lakes are very large, with traders and servants and literati refusing to pay, covering three mountains and five mountains, and embracing all corners of the country.

Everyone in the world and everything in the world has his own unique way of living. The rich and powerful are like princes and ministers, who are extravagant and extravagant, and have fine clothes and fine food. The lowly are like prostitutes and beggars. They are poor, frugal and humble, struggling to have enough food and clothing.

Everyone has a completely different world in their eyes.

There is a saying in Buddhism: "All living beings suffer!"

I just know that the world is like a sea of ​​suffering, and there are only a few people who can fight their way out.

It is difficult to understand in my heart. In this world, there are tens of thousands of people who can see the heaven and earth, hundreds of living beings, and how many can see themselves?

But everyone has to live!

Where there is brightness, there is darkness.

No matter how humble, dark or dark the place, there are people living silently.

In a dark and damp alley, there is a chicken feather shop.

There is only a wall between this place and the "Xingyun Village". Living in it, dust flies up when the wind blows, and it is muddy and dirty when it rains. The high wall blocks the skylight, so there is no light all year round.

There have been several cold rains in the past few days, turning the place into a smelly ditch.

If you really want to do business in a place like this, I'm afraid everyone will lose everything.

It is said that wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. It is better to say that wherever there are no rivers and lakes, if there are rivers and lakes, there are people.

There are people in such a dark and muddy place.

The Chicken Feather Shop is located in a remote place. It sells some cheap food in the front, and there are three to five simple guest rooms in the back. A dusty blue cloth curtain hangs at the door, fluttering slightly in the autumn wind.

It was very dark, and the hunchbacked shopkeeper hunched over, lit a lamp on the counter, and sat in a corner drinking wine. No one bothered him, and he didn't want to bother anyone else.

The shopkeeper's surname is Sun, and everyone calls him Sun Tuozi. He is a dwarf.

But his hands were big, thick, and hard.

After smoothing out the old cotton-padded jacket for a while, even the deepest pleats can be straightened out.

Smart people will do smart things. He is not stupid, at least he does not understand right and wrong, good and bad. But he knows that there will never be any noble patrons in this alley, but he is still willing to stay here, day by day.

Stir and mix.

Everyone has a reason and purpose for everything they do. What ulterior reason could he have?

The season is desolate, and even people are a little silent.

Sun Tuozi just looked at the small building in the backyard from time to time, took a few sips of wine from time to time, and then looked at the drunken man in the corner of the shop who was sleeping at his desk and looked extremely slovenly.

It's really sloppy. If a person has been drunk day and night for more than a year, without taking a shower, and has unkempt hair and face, even the cleanest person can become someone who avoids them and covers their noses when they smell them.

Fortunately, this person is his friend, and only in such a dark and dirty place where no one cares can such a person exist.

It's just that today is different from the past.

It's strange today.

Although he has been in the business for so many years, he never thought that there would be such an easy way to make money in the world.

On the long street not far away, there was the sound of horse hooves stamping on the ground. Sun Tuozi was no longer young. His hair was half silver and black, mixed together, and he held his arms casually. He swallowed

After taking a sip of wine, I heard the sound of horse hooves stopping at the entrance of the alley.

Then there were footsteps and impatient curses, probably because he was disgusted with such dark and muddy ground.

Then he lifted the curtain and walked in, rubbing his feet on the ground as if he had stepped on dog shit.

Sun Tuozi's face was very weathered, and his beard was white at the tips and black at the roots. He put down the wine jar and greeted: "What do you two guests want to eat?"

Two men came in, wearing apricot-yellow shirts. One had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the other had a hooked nose and sinister eyebrows.

"Ask me something!"

While the man with the hooked nose was talking, he suddenly raised his hand, and a piece of silver landed on the counter. He smiled and said: "A word of silver!"

Sun Tuozi seemed to be interested, and glanced at the silver on the table, his cloudy and gray eyes suddenly lit up.

"good."

"Do you know whose house this house belongs to?"

"The Li family."

"I heard that the owner changed later?"

"Well, my name is Long Xiaoyun."

"Where have they gone?"

"Going out."

"When did you go out?"

"More than a year ago!"

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The two of them asked questions and answered questions quickly and answered simply.

In just a dozen breaths, the two men put down the ingot of silver with a smile, turned around and walked out. The sound of horse hoofbeats sounded again, as if they had been lingering outside "Xingyun Village" for a long time.

Sun Tuozi murmured: "It seems that I am very lucky today!"

"Ahem——"

There was a coughing sound, and the drunkard in the corner woke up from his sleep at some point. He seemed to have heard all the previous words in his ears. He stared at the direction in which the two men left, thinking for a long time.

Sun Tuozi collected the money and said with a smile, "Wake up."

The drunkard also smiled. He didn't say anything. He just coughed for a while and then asked: "What day is it today?"

Sun Tuozi thought about it and said: "The fourteenth, the fourteenth of September."

The drunkard's pale and sickly cheeks unconsciously turned a strange color of blood.

"Ahem, it's fifteen again tomorrow!"

As he spoke, he picked up the wine jug on the table and tipped it over. However, the wine jug stood upside down and there was not even a drop of wine in it. He had to cough and signal Sun Tuozi to add more wine.

The day passes quickly, and the sky changes from light to dark.

The drunkard held the flask and drank heavily, while Sun Tuozi wiped the table. The lamp oil on the counter was replenished, and the autumn wind outside was getting colder and colder.

Dusk has arrived, and the twilight is getting darker.

The lights on the small building on the other side of the wall also came on.

"What are you looking at?"

Sun Tuozi, who had been sitting for a day, would ask now.

Because the drunkard seemed to be looking towards the street all day long, as if he was waiting for someone.

The drunkard smelled of alcohol, but his eyes were clear, and he smiled.

"I think you should have more luck today!"

Sun Tuozi was startled for a moment, and then he came to his senses.

"You mean someone else is coming?"

The drunkard smiled and said: "Look, my words are always accurate!"

Sun Tuozi also laughed. "Is it possible that you still predict the future?"

Sure enough, within half an hour, there were footsteps again in this alleyway where few people came, and there were four or five groups of customers one after another.

The first group is a pair of grandfather and grandson. The old man has gray hair, wears a very old blue shirt, holds a dry pipe in his hand, is slightly stooped, and is accompanied by his granddaughter. The girl is lively and agile, with shoulders

There are two shiny black braids hanging on her head, and her big watery eyes are as moving as two pearls.

Not long after they entered, two more people came in behind them.

Both of them are tall and strong with beards. They are dressed the same, have the same knife hanging on their waist, and have the same appearance. They seem to be brothers.

Then, there were four people; three men and one woman. Among the men, one was tall, one was short, and there was a young man with a purple face. The woman was in a green dress and a red skirt. The woman wearing gold jewelry twisted her waist, but her face was already gone.

He is old and yellow, covered with thick makeup, and his face is lined with wrinkles when he smiles.

Not long after, another person came.

This man is tall and thin, with a long face and a bruise as big as a palm. He has a cold face and cold eyes. There is murderous intent hidden in his bulging waist. As long as he is not blind, he can see it at a glance. It must be a very long hair.

A weapon like a thick and long whip rope.

The five tables were packed tightly at the moment. I was afraid that this would be the best day for Sun Tuozi's business.

No, it's not good enough.

Because someone else is coming.

The slow footsteps seem to have a certain rhythm, as if the walking person's soles are neither deeper nor shallower with each step, and the steps are the same, so they can make such footsteps.
To be continued...