The winter snow flies, and it falls into Fengdu City like a rolling sky and earth.
The black snowflakes were like a black cloak, covering the huge Fengdu City tightly.
All the ghosts hid at home to keep warm, and no one wanted to go out. The streets were empty, without the bustling and hustle and bustle of the past; many shops in the downtown city were deserted.
On the south side of the city, a tea shop near the city wall was doing well today.
This two-story building's street-facing tea shop is named Qing Chazhai. The shopkeeper is named Li. He is big and thick and dark in skin, but he cooks good tea. Especially the restaurant's specialty Donghancui, which he cooks, is even more
It is well-known far and wide.
Three or five green tips floated in the cup a few times, and then met the water-carrying leaves and rippled in the cup. Smelling the white mist rising from the cup is refreshing and refreshing. Take a sip of green and clear tea, and your lips and throat will be left immediately.
The fragrance is sweet and sweet that flows straight into the throat and makes it refreshing.
It is really a clear spring boiled with tiles and tile stews, and the light fragrance is used to produce ancient porcelain.
What puzzles the most is that the tea Lao Li cooked is not the precious tea in the underworld, but just ordinary spring tea with three or two coins of underworld coins; and the water used is even more ordinary mountain spring.
It is precisely because of this that the ghosts in Fengdu City have tasted his winter cold and cuckolded.
Even today's cold days with the north wind whistling and the winter snow, this small teahouse is full of guests.
"You can use it slowly." Old Li smiled and personally served the tea that had been cooked to several guests who had just entered the door. He sat behind the counter, held his hands and stared at the snow outside the store, staring at the sky with snow outside.
"Have you heard that? The rebellion in various places is not effective anymore." Sitting in the southeast corner of the house, one of the young man dressed in a scholar was talking to his companions in the table of guests beside the window.
He said: "First, the giant was destroyed by Qingqiu, and later the Queen Mother Kingdom retreated step by step and was beaten by the rebels. It is said that a few days ago, Zhao Wenhe, the garrison general of Kunlun Prefecture, was even arrested."
As soon as these words were spoken, his companions sucked in the air.
"Isn't that?" The soul sitting on the right hand of the scholar also took over the words and said, "I also heard that although the army sent by the imperial court to Dongyizhou destroyed the Kingdom of Exit God, it was attacked by Dayi.
The revenge of the Fusang Army has been fighting for five or six years, but there has been no winner. The court has become weaker and weaker, and the underworld has become more and more turbulent."
After speaking, he lowered his head slightly and sighed.
His words immediately resonated with the scholar: "Who said it was not? We spent a lot of money back then and finally bought a permanent residence right in the underworld, but encountered this turmoil. If we had known it, it would be better to go
What about reincarnation and reincarnation!".
"Brother." The fat man in a cotton jacket sitting next to him was also interested and immediately asked with a smile: "You are so optimistic about reincarnation now that you are so optimistic about reincarnation, so you will become a pig or dog, are you willing?"
"I'm willing." The scholar immediately answered readily, paused and said, "I heard from the ghost messenger in the Ghost Judgment Hall that now I'm reincarnated in the world, and it's best to be a cat or a dog; it seems that many humans are said to be
What kind of cat and dog slave are you who can pet these pets to heaven. Now that you are going to reincarnation, if you want to be a cat and dog, you can't buy such a good fetus without this number." As he said, he talked about five of his right hand
His fingers shook.
Several ghosts and his companions sat next to him all stared at his palm with wide eyes and exclaimed: "Five hundred taels of underworld coins?"
The young man shook his head with a smile, suddenly became somber, and replied indifferently: "Five million taels of underworld coins, and only silver ingots, don't have to pay. Otherwise, don't even think about it."
The ghosts were shocked when they heard this and booed continuously. The only person who sat in the southeast corner with a goatee under his jaw did not follow him and the shopkeeper Lao Li.
One was still drinking tea silently, while the other continued to look at the heavy snow outside the door in a daze. The other tea guests were allowed to chat enthusiastically, and they had not interrupted yet.
The tea shops became more and more popular, and the whole tea shop was filled with laughter and joy.
After chatting for a long time, they saw that the fragrant tea in the cup had been drunk, and then they looked at the sky and it was late at night. They stood up and lined up to go to the counter to pay the tea money to the shopkeeper.
He smiled and went to Lao Li to some other place, and went out to the tea shop together.
In a moment, the laughter and joy gradually faded away. In the noisy tea shop, only the shopkeeper and the soul who had been silent were left. It suddenly became much quieter. Only the north wind blows the curtains and howls
Slide into the building.
Lao Li went to put away their teacups and sent them all to the backyard to wash them for the guys. After walking back, he saw that the guest with a goatee was still there, so he walked over and looked at it.
Seeing the teacup in the human soul's hand, there was only one last sip of tea left, he asked with a smile: "Customer, who do you want to add some more?"
The ghost shook his head silently, raised his head and drank the last sip of tea, and said, "Good tea." He stood up, and at the same time took out a chunk of underworld coins from his sleeve and handed them to the shopkeeper Lao Li.
He picked up the felt hat on the table and shook it, buckled it on his forehead, and then walked out without looking back.
"Let's go slowly." Old Li nodded and bowed until he watched the guest leave the gate before he picked up his teacup and headed to the backyard.
Just as he entered the backyard, Lao Li quietly pressed the middle finger of his right index finger to the bottom of the cup, and a note posted at the bottom of the cup suddenly fell into his palm.
He did not rush to read the contents on the note, but naturally hummed a small song and continued to walk slowly towards the kitchen in the corner of the backyard with a teacup.
As soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw several people busy inside, several of whom were washing cups, and some were boiling water. Among them, there was a fungus man sitting on the pile of firewood beside the stove watching the ghosts work.
Old Li stood with his back to the door, handed the teacup to a soul, opened the note in his palm and looked at it, and immediately took a breath of air conditioning, and was stunned.
The ghosts in the room were also stunned and stopped their work, and their curious eyes fell on Lao Li's face one by one.
One of the old men rolled up his sliding sleeves and stood up and asked, "What's wrong?"
Lao Li didn't say anything, but walked straight to the pile of firewood, leaned over and handed the note he had folded to the gangren, and said in a deep voice: "Qianli to hurry up and send Yuque quickly."
Seeing that his face was serious, the mushroom man hurriedly took the note and used the ground-breaking technique to disappear in front of the ghosts.
"Everything is ready." Old Li turned around, his eyes swept across the other ghosts' faces, and said in a stern manner: "We're going to be busy next." (To be continued)