The territory of Dingxi King, Dingzhou, the northwest border, Jiying Town.

In the northwest, spring is always lagging behind. The Central Plains have already had new branches and leaves, but it has not budged here.

It was only after March 3 that the river thawed slightly.

The fog steamed, storing the town.

From the high terrain, this scene is like a fairyland in the painting. The fog covers all the barrenness, hardship, blood, and other dirty and cruel activities.

The boundaries, dangers and opportunities alternate between three to seven.

There have been wars for years. As long as the grassland royal court still wants to enter the pass, there will be no peace here for a day. In this world, even stocking up rags can make a fortune, let alone these caravans that are in and out of the world.

On the land where no grass grows, a grain of rat shit is as rare as a bowl of rice porridge.

What is surprising is that there is a Xiangteng Restaurant in such a place. Just for this, Jiying Town can even be on par with all the prefectures in the world.

And at its doorstep was a black and shiny rushing stone, and no one who has been here will forget it.

Because its color is so special.

The black purple-red and the black golden.

Before Xiangteng Restaurant opened, it was originally a small restaurant. However, there was no plaque, and only an apricot yellow wine trick was hung on the stone pillar at the door.

It was also this year that the Wolf King of the Grassland King began to invade the border. The elderly, weak, women and children who could not escape from the town were cut to death under this stone pillar.

Shortly after the King of Dingxi sent troops to fight, a new shopkeeper took over the place.

After the signboard was hung, everyone realized that this was the world-famous Xiangteng Restaurant.

The shopkeeper asked the Feng Shui master to measure the direction, and completely renovated it inside and out, saying that he wanted to break the evil and accumulate wealth. But the Feng Shui master asked the shopkeeper to remove the shopkeeper but refused.

"Just stand there and serve as a rushing stone for the guests who come and go."

Next to Xiangteng Inn, there is a stall for writing letters.

The letter marks spread out on the table were pressed with reddish-brown paperweight, and three pens of varying lengths and thicknesses were neatly placed on the pen holder in the shape of a mountain character, like three sharp swords with a round key. Behind the table was an old scholar, named Zhang.

It's different from other corrupt scholars.

This person is full of swear words on weekdays.

She was wearing a torn cotton robe. The cuffs on the front of the collar had turned into tassels, and were covered with oil stains and ink. A pair of broad and thick hands and the exquisite paper and pen on the table had no sense of harmony.

Every evening, he didn't bother to put away the stall and entered the Xiangteng Restaurant beside him to order a pot of wine, order a few plates of side dishes, and then learned to sing the actors on the stage.

Although he was not as a sage, he still lived a leisurely life. Especially the running script that had devoted a lot of effort, even the prefecture chief and even the provincial administrator of Dingzhou Prefecture sent people to chant famous letters and ask for words.

Whenever someone sees his words, he asks him why he doesn't try to gain fame but wants to live here.

The old scholars kept silent.

Over time, people in the town called him "scholar".

"Waiter!"

Today, noon just passed.

Zhang Xuejue walked into the restaurant with great strides.

The palm-shaped palm fan slapped the table suddenly, shaking the bowls and chopsticks trembled a few times.

"Oh! I'm so early today!"

The waiter who was busy behind the account immediately rushed out when he heard the sound.

A snow-white towel was put on his shoulders, bowed his back, and quickly dusted the dust on the chair with his sleeves.

This waiter came with the new shopkeeper.

The white and clean face was not affected by the wind and sand in the northwest at all. The short-sized figure ran around the hall like a small whirlwind every day. His eyes rolled around and his ears stood up forward. Although he didn't see any money, he had never missed an order.

"The sun is so poisonous! You're still just a fool at the stall. Why not come and have a pot of wine and enjoy yourself."

"Okay! Set up a table for Zhang Xuejue! A pot of sake, a side dish is the same as three!"

The waiter shouted to the kitchen behind the counter. The tone was ups and downs, without any harshness.

"I don't know if the scholars will pay cash or continue today..."

"Including how much do you owe you to credit this time?"

"You drink tea and sweat first, and I will calculate it for you."

The crackling sound of the abacus made the tea in the tea cup ripples slightly.

"Scholars, add this time a total of 16 taels and 7 cents. Today is the fifth day of the third lunar month. Even if you are fifteen taels, I will regard you as a filial piety."

The waiter said while flipping through the account book. Zhang Xuejue narrowed his eyes and wanted to take a closer look, but he had closed the account book.

"Well, can there be paper and pen?"

"I'll go to the stall to get it for you!" The waiter was very excited when he heard this.

"This old man's handwriting is more than a dozen taels. He went back to sue the shopkeeper and went to Dingzhou Prefecture to sell it. After filling out his credit, he still had a lot of money. It was enough for me to be free for a few days. It also saved me from being frightened every night."

Just as the waiter was thinking about how to sell this word for a good price, Zhang Xuejue was slow to start writing.

Unconsciously, a drop of ink fell off the tip of the pen.

The peach blossoms on the paper were dyed into ink plums.

It slowly dizzy to the surroundings, swallowing pure white.

The waiter looked up differently. He saw the scholar staring at the paper on the table, his hair and beard sprayed, his eyes were red, and his eyes were full of cracks.

It seemed as if this paper had a grudge against him for killing his wife and a grudge for taking his son.

The pen tip is still shaking.

The second drop of ink is about to fall off again.

Writing is like practicing swords, your hands must not shake.

When a master is in duel, the swordsman dies on the spot with a slight slight sword, and the writer will lose all the article if he shakes a little.

The waiter had never seen Zhang Xuejue in such a manner. He wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and couldn't make any sound.

Between lightning and flashing.

Zhang Xuejiao's wrist slightly shook out, and his palms were tense like an eagle's claw. The blue veins on the back of his hand raised, but disappeared in an instant. It became a harmonious whole like returning to the simplicity.

This hand is perfectly matched with the pen at this time.

Before the second drop of ink is about to faint on the paper, the tip of the pen has already written it in a vertical direction.

"Last night, the autumn wind entered Han Pass, and the moon filled the west mountain by the clouds. It even urged the flying generals to chase the arrogant enemy, and don't send horses back on the battlefield."

The waiter looked at the words on the paper, without any previous joy.

I just felt that the words on the paper made his eyes hurt.

"Scholar, if you are willing to write such words to the younger one every day, you will prepare this fine wine and fat chicken for you at any time without any penny."

The waiter blinked his sour eyes hard, tried to pull open the corners of his mouth, and said with a casual teasing. His voice was a little hoarse.

"Get out of here, I don't have much time to do it! Don't talk too much here, and go and change the wine!"

The scholar removed the paperweight and raised his hand.

He was instantly in the expression of entering the door again.

Not long after, it was getting late.

Zhang Xuezhai was already a little fluttering.

At this time, he was chewing peanuts and pinching his voice and singing.

Everyone around him was sweating for him, for fear that a peanut he sucked into his throat and the old man was so angry that he could breathe.

This is the first time I saw it when I walked into a restaurant.

As soon as I stepped past the threshold, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves outside the door.

Nervous and excited, sonorous and active.

But soon became overwhelmed by the cheers that followed.

Except for Zhang Xuejue, no one noticed it.

"Look, Miss Li Yun has gone downstairs!"

The people who were originally involved in the show suddenly became restless.

Even Zhang Xuejue put away the eunuch's voice and glanced at the corner of the stairs.

A girl wearing a water-blue gauze dress and is in her decades.

There was a faint smile on his face.

Stop in the middle of the stairs.

Her eyes swept across every corner of the hall and passed through everyone's face. Those greedy and flattering faces came into her mind and turned into a gray undercurrent blocking her chest.
To be continued...