Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao walked back to the small town. There was more than just the Huaihuang County Supervisory Office here. The two passed by a time-honored restaurant, which occupied a small area but had three floors. It was once the tallest building in the town, but
The third floor is not open to the public.
Chen Pingan made an impromptu idea and said he would go there to have a drink. He also smiled and told Ning Yao that in the early years, only the rich people from Fulu Street and Taoye Lane would come here to drink, otherwise it would be the masters of Long Kiln who recruited apprentices here.
Have a drink.
After chatting at the Fire Temple in the capital, Chen Ping'an learned that this restaurant was actually Aunt Feng's property. The third floor was her resting place.
In addition, Aunt Feng also saved a lot of land deeds. She also revealed the secret, saying that most of the Long Kiln kiln entrances that have been converted into private kilns are under the name of the old coachman. The old coachman usually lives in Erlang Lane.
Bian. As for Lu Wei, the Yin Yang family in China, they have many houses on Fulu Street and Taoye Lane.
Chen Ping'an chose a table by the window and only wanted a jug of wine. The jug and wine bowls were all made of locally made celadon.
Ning Yao just drank a bowl, but did not stop Chen Ping'an from drinking.
This restaurant once had a rare visitor in its early years.
Even the nominal hotel manager didn't take it seriously. But the real owner of the restaurant, Aunt Feng, once let out a faint sigh.
A schoolteacher with frosty white temples once ordered a jug of wine and a few dishes to accompany the wine, and drank by himself.
And looking from the window on the second floor of the restaurant, I could just see a plaque on the archway on the street.
After drinking and eating, Chen Ping'an's face was slightly red but his eyes were bright. He stood at the window and looked at the archway for a moment. After looking away, he and Ning Yao went out of the restaurant and returned to Luolu Mountain.
The westernmost house belongs to Li Huai's family. A few years ago, a wedding reception was held here. It was Li Liu who married a scholar from outside the country. It is said that he was the son of an official family, which made the woman very proud.
She no longer curses. At that time, the woman liked to hang out the most. She smiled at everyone she met. Many of them were neighbors who had quarreled or even scratched their faces. But now the family was again
Returned to Beiju Luzhou.
Ning Yao was a little curious that Li Liu would actually get married. Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It seems that I have ended my fate in my previous life, cut off the world of mortals, and can practice peace of mind from now on, and reach the Ascension Realm. It's not a big problem."
Ning Yao blinked.
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "I don't know either."
Ning Yao tilted his head.
Chen Pingan said: "I mean I don't know what you are thinking."
In fact, there was a secret hidden here, which prevented Dong Shuijing and Lin Shouyi from completely giving up, or in other words, prevented them from laying a sack on that bastard.
It's just that Chen Ping'an is really not suitable to talk about this kind of thing. The truth is generally on Li Liu's side, it is a name only. As for the scholar's side, God knows.
Today, a table in Luolu Mountain was bustling and full of people.
Sitting at the main seats opposite the door were Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao.
Zhu Lian, Wei Wenlong and Zhang Jiazhen were in charge of the accounting room.
Mi Yu, Xiao Mo, Xian Wei.
Sitting at the last seat facing away from the door were Chen Lingjun, Xiaomi Li, and Chen Nuanshu.
Previously, the old cook was busy in the kitchen. Nuan Shu and Xiao Mili helped select the vegetables and blew the bamboo tube, while Xiao Mo was responsible for serving the dishes to the table.
Seeing the Xianwei shaking his head, this Xiaomo really doesn't regard himself as an outsider, and that's right. He is not an outsider either. He will soon become the brother of Immortal Jia. Chen Lingjun is just waiting for Brother Jia to pick out a person.
On the auspicious day of the zodiac, the three of them will beheading chicken heads and burning yellow paper at Qilong Lane. At the wine table before, Chen Lingjun slapped his shoulders so hard that it hurt. It doesn't matter, they are all good brothers. Besides, Chen Lingjun has already promised that the fairy will
Brother Wei, just wait, share the blessings, and keep the popular and spicy ones. From now on, whenever there are only three or two dishes on the table, even if I, Chen Lingjun, do not follow the moral principles of the world, I have treated my brother badly!
As a result, Brother Jia slapped the table and suddenly cursed, "Fuck your mother."
The Xianwei was so frightened that he was mostly drunk, but Chen Lingjun was standing on the bench, with his hands on his hips, laughing loudly.
It turned out that the Xianwei had made a false alarm, because Jia Lao Shenxian quickly said some pleasant words, saying, Brother Chen, do you look down on our grass-roots shop, or do you look down on my cooking skills? No matter how drunk you are,
I can't brag. I can't compare to Mr. Zhu from the mountain. It's a must. But how many chefs in a small town restaurant can compare to the quality of these dishes of wine and food that I, Jia Sheng, have?! Ah?!
Especially Jia Lao Shenxian's extremely long "ah" word made the Xianwei feel warm in his heart.
This is the arena and wine shop that I have longed for.
As for today, it's a little less interesting, but Mr. Zhu's dishes are indeed delicious.
Furthermore, no one is restrained, and there are no red tapes about toasting each other. You can drink wine and eat food as you please, and there is no such nonsense as not talking during sleep or eating.
Zhu Lian slurred, took a sip of wine, and asked with a smile: "Brother Xiaomo, Taoist Master Xianwei, are you still good at using chopsticks?"
The immortal captain took down his chopsticks like flying, lowered his head and said: "If you can take down your chopsticks, you must be able to."
Xiao Mo didn't say anything, he just held the cup in both hands, raised his head, drank it all, and then turned the cup down.
Chen Ping'an and Zhu Lian asked in their hearts: "Why didn't Cen Yuanji come? Is she afraid that there will be too many people and no place?"
Jiang Qu was practicing in seclusion, so Chen Pingan didn't let Zhu Lian call anyone.
Zhu Lian smiled and explained: "No, she only has two meals every day, morning and evening, and they are medicated meals. If she doesn't get the right time today, she won't come. Girl, no matter how fearless she is, she still has to be afraid of being fat.
Words. And I said hello to her, and she said that she would have to treat the mountain owner and his wife to have a meal alone later to say thank you."
Chen Ping'an couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "Then I get the advantage."
Thinking of something, Chen Ping'an continued to ask in his heart: "How old are Cen Yuanji's parents now, and how are they in good health? Last time I went back to my hometown, I heard from Xiao Mili that Cen Yuanji's mother was infected with cold.
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Zhu Lian said: "Dongshan secretly pretended to be a doctor before and showed him to help. He is fine."
Chen Pingan nodded and said, "You still have to pay more attention."
Zhu Lian nodded.
After a meal, Chen Pingan asked Nuanshu and Xiaomili to lead the way to Pei Qian's house.
Chen Ping'an glanced at the cotton satchel of the Right Protector and asked with a smile: "What about the big bag of golden melon seeds? Is it too heavy, so I didn't take it out with me?"
The little girl patted her favorite satchel and explained in a low voice to the good mountain master: "In this 'capital', only a part of the soldiers and horses are temporarily stationed inside. They will follow me to conquer the north and south. The main force will stay elsewhere and remain stationary."
If there is a capital, of course there is a capital. Of course, it is the celadon piggy bank that she, Pei Qian, and Nuan Shu all have. The old cook gave it to the three of them many years ago.
As for the nicknames of Jingcheng and Peidu, of course they were the nicknames that Pei Qian helped come up with. They are so domineering.
This is the first time Chen Ping'an has entered Pei Qian's house.
Of course, this is related to Chen Pingan’s short stay in Luolu Mountain.
For nearly thirty years, he, as the owner of the mountain, has acted as an over-the-top shopkeeper.
When we arrived at Pei Qian's house, one side of the room was his residence, and the other side of the room... could be regarded as the study room of this great disciple.
The study room didn't lock the door, but there were actually only a few books inside.
On a shelf against the wall, there are various treasures that Pei Qian has accumulated from many years of travel. They are placed high and low, and there are no high-quality items.
However, according to Xiao Mili's tip, the most valuable items, Pei Qian, were kept in the room next door.
There are also those boxes under the bed, filled with ledgers, and locked. Not even Sister Nuanshu has the key.
Chen Pingan took out three Duobao racks, one large and two small, from the nearby objects. From collecting materials to mortise and tenon, he did everything by himself. The small Duobao racks can be stored and taken out completely. As for the big one, Chen Pingan had to temporarily
As a carpenter, he squatted on the ground and assembled it. After the work was completed, Chen Pingan clapped his hands and turned to look at the table and stool by the window. It had been left for many years, so it was still a small desk and a tall stool.
When Pei Qian was a child, he practiced boxing in the bamboo building. Every day when he returned to his residence, he would copy books here.
Chen Ping'an couldn't imagine that Xiao Heitan, who was so afraid of hardship, would suddenly think of practicing boxing. If he knew about it, he would probably stop her from copying books. She would just owe it now and make up for it later.
Chen Ping'an, who was in a complicated mood, was still in a complicated mood after leaving Pei Qian's house.
Not far from the door, there was a small stranger standing.
Nuan Shu and Xiao MiLi immediately said goodbye and left, each busy with their own business.
Xiao Mo waved to the two little girls, and then asked the question he wanted to ask on the ferry, "When will the young master visit Piyun Mountain?"
Chen Ping'an was stunned, and the lamp went dark. He was really too familiar with Wei Shanjun. Every time he returned home, he never thought of this incident. Every time, Wei Bo took the initiative to visit Luo Po Mountain, and Wei Bo did not take the initiative to visit Luo Po Mountain.
As an outsider in Luopo Mountain, Mr. Wei Shanjun really had a hard time knocking melon seeds like millet grains.
However, it was still inconsistent with the etiquette. It was indeed his negligence. Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It is better to hurry up than to hurry up. Let's go to visit Wei Shanjun now."
The two of them rode the wind together to Piyun Mountain.
Wei Bo appeared on the top of the mountain. He was a little surprised and said with a smile: "A rare visitor."
To be continued...