The setting sun left its last touch of tenderness on the vermilion plaque and left reluctantly.
Engraved on the plaque are four thin black characters that look like splashes of ink - Hongchen Inn.
The end of the world is windy sand.
The story of the world of mortals is called concern.
How can we see wind and sand before reaching the end of the world?
If you don't enter the world of mortals, you won't know how to care.
The Red Dust Inn is located in the red dust of the city, but it is the home of the Jianghu people.
In Zhongzhou, it is not uncommon for inns to be run by Jianghu people or have a Jianghu background.
Therefore, less than a hundred days ago, Hongchen Inn was still just an ordinary inn.
Until it became a blockbuster at the Hundred Flowers Conference, and its reputation gradually grew, an unknown number of people came one after another with their own purposes, both openly and secretly.
If he hadn't been wary of the imperial court's attitude, the door of the inn would have been trampled to pieces within the same month.
In the past month, as the overall situation in the world has eased, the inn has gradually returned to its former tranquility.
The size of the inn is not only not small, it is comparable to the well-known large inns in big cities such as Youjing and Suzhou. However, it is located in a small town and the cost is not the same.
The inn has three floors at its highest, divided into east and west wings, north and south courtyards, and houses of different sizes and functions, with a total of one hundred and eight rooms.
Like most inns, the first floor of the south courtyard of the inn is used as a dining hall and restaurant, which not only serves the entire inn, but also attracts diners.
At this time, there were only two tables with four guests left in the lobby.
Two of them were passers-by. They had just finished dinner and had packed their bags. They also called the store owner to prepare some dry food and seemed to be on their way at night.
On the other table, there were two strong, dark-skinned men, shirtless and wearing sweat towels.
They are servants in the mine outside the town. They have worked harder today, so they met here to reward themselves on their way home.
There are three reasons why I chose to eat at this inn, which I heard has become very famous in the world recently. It's convenient, convenient, and it's not expensive.
After the food was eaten, the wine and meat were in the intestines, and they were in the mood, the two of them talked more and louder, and the topics were endless.
But it was nothing more than nagging about the family's shortcomings, shaking his head with a wry smile, and drinking three glasses of wine.
Let’s talk about the anecdotes we heard, have fun together, and have another bowl.
I just heard the big man with the square face patting his thigh and sighing sadly: "Oh, my mother-in-law is good in everything, but she gave birth to three children, but no one. The old man is always worried that the family line will be broken, but this
If I continue to live again, I really won’t be able to support this family!”
Although the sharp-mouthed man drank a lot of wine, he never forgot that every household these days has to have someone to carry on the family line. He wanted to tell the old brother not to worry too much, but in the end he could only comfort him: "Tell the old man about it.
This kind of thing doesn't just happen, you can't rush it, just take it slow first."
I drank more than half of the bowl with the square-faced man, and then said: "It's probably because women can't do it, but after following you for so many years, I have to carry on, but if it doesn't work... marry another one?"
The square-faced man waved his hands repeatedly and said: "This, this is not possible. We are not one of those official families. Whether we can afford to marry is another matter. Simply speaking, this old man has only had one woman in his life, my mother, and I have one more woman than him.
You might kick me out of the house."
"Then take it slow, take it slow." Seeing that his suggestion was not adopted, the sharp-tongued man stopped insisting. Suddenly he remembered the story the foreman told him when he was in the mine yesterday, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Zi Liu took a sip of the wine in the bowl and said sadly: "This world is really unfair. Look at all the officials and second-generation ancestors in the capital. They all had three wives and four concubines. They just sneaked out of the city two days ago."
The eldest son of the Lu family has already tasted the taste of seven wives, and he even said that he wants to go to Jiangnan to find more wives!"
Boom!
The square-faced man was quite upset when he heard the sharp-mouthed man mention this. He had no idea how big a commotion he caused by covering the wine bowl on the table.
The two Jianghu people were taking dry food from the small hand, and glanced sideways at the sound.
As Jianghu people, they were naturally more aware of the causes and consequences of what the two men mentioned. They couldn't help but feel vulgar to the two miners who lingered on that superficial level. Before leaving the inn, they went around the table to talk to them.
People behave with scorn.
Fortunately, the two miners were enjoying themselves and did not feel the contempt from the people in the world. Otherwise, they would have been ridiculed.
All the movements, both big and small, fell into the eyes of the waiter who was clearing away the dishes, and the woman with a pair of slender white hands sitting quietly behind the counter.
The woman secretly sighed, although she has various identities, she is still a person who works hard in the world of mortals. Why should she be pretentious based on the little knowledge gained by her identity?
The woman shook her fan lightly and turned her gaze towards the waiter who had already cleaned the tables and chairs.
The waiter was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. He seemed to have a sallow complexion, and at first glance he looked a little dull. After only half a day's hard work in the steaming heat, his clothes were soaked, and his face showed signs of fatigue.
Seeing this, the woman called out softly: "Luobo, it's getting late. Let's go to the back hall to eat first. After washing up early, go and have a rest. I'll just keep an eye on you here."
The waiter paused after hearing this, glanced at the sky, then at the back hall, and finally looked at the counter, saying slightly uneasily: "But the time hasn't come yet, and Tudou hasn't come to change the shift yet."
The woman smiled and said warmly: "It's okay, it's just a table of guests. Sister can handle it. Tudou will come over soon."
The waiter, who was called Carrot, hesitated for a moment and said, "Well, okay...thank you Sister Sushou."
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After filling his stomach and taking a comfortable bath, Carrot lay down on the bed and stretched out.
It seems that as soon as you close your eyes, you can enter a sweet and gentle land.
He has become more and more accustomed to the current pace of life.
However, although such a life was fulfilling, his heart could not settle down.
This is not his world. Of course, if he could completely get rid of his original identity, he would be willing to do so.
But he was born with no choice, and the burden on his shoulders was too heavy.
Seemingly feeling that the room was too stuffy, he sat up, walked to the window, and opened the window facing the inner courtyard.
Fortunately, during these hot summer nights, the wind did not boil.
Accompanied by the cool breeze, tonight will be a peaceful dream.
Just as he was about to go back to bed, he caught a glimpse of a man pouring himself a drink by the stone table under the tree in the inner courtyard.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and discerned who was under the mottled shadow of the trees. After hesitating again and again, he finally gathered some energy and walked out of the house.
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"I have something to ask you, Carrot."
After approaching within three feet of the stone table, Luobo bowed respectfully to the person under the tree.
The man under the tree has a wide forehead and narrow eyes. The sparse moonlight shines on his silver hair, which actually gives people an illusion.
It seems that this man who is particularly gentle and warm-hearted towards his own people, but always displays a haughty and indifferent attitude towards others, is full of wounds and miserable.
"Sit down." The man seemed a little surprised that this taciturn young man would come to him, and said with a gentle smile, "Would you like a drink too?"
Carrot sat down cautiously and replied: "I'm not very good at drinking."
The man smiled, his narrow eyes like the moon in the sky, and said: "I'm just asking casually, if you really want to drink, I have to run and get an extra cup."
Carrot quickly waved his hand and said, "I'm not thirsty."
Then he mustered up the courage to emphasize his purpose.
But the man put his hand on his shoulder, patted him gently, and said, "You have done a good job in normal times. Now it's just the two of us. There is no pressure, so we should try to relax as much as possible."
Carrot said: "Yes, master."
The man asked: "You want to ask why we want to help the two pavilion masters of Tingyu Pavilion?"