Bianshanhan [farming]

With the lights on, everyone in the Li family took measurements in the small building. Before that, they just thought about it in their heads. Now they can draw lines on the ground, where to build pots, where to place benches, and expand the stove. , Li Qinghong and the others slept there...

Except for Li Qingwen and Li Qingzhuo, everyone else was assigned work. One of them had to study, and the other had to see the children, so they couldn't be delayed.

In fact, Li Qingwen not only wanted to find Su Haoyuan for an appointment, the residence Su Shuqing left for him was not far from the tavern that Jiang Liping and the others said he frequented, and he originally wanted to go to the tavern as well.

Li Qingwen went out alone, Li Qingrui was still a little worried, not because he was afraid of losing him, but because the capital had just been in chaos, and they didn't know if something went wrong outside.

So, he went to find Lao Zhang, and asked Lao Zhang to drive Li Qingwen around.

First, they wished each other their old age. Lao Zhang let go of the reins and congratulated Li Qingrui and the others. Obviously, he also heard about the renting of the shop.

Li Qingwen got into the car, and when he sat down firmly, Lao Zhang drove the horse to walk slowly.

It was a bit windy today, but Li Qingwen still opened the side windows of the carriage. He was very curious about the changes in the capital in the past ten days.

He looked outside for a long time, the shop was still open, and the pedestrians were still walking, as if it was the same as before the Chinese New Year.

When approaching Yudao, the coachman Lao Zhang suddenly turned his head and whispered to him, "Don't talk nonsense when you see it later, if you want to ask anything, ask me later."

Li Qingwen nodded. Soon, he knew what Lao Zhang meant by saying this.

On both sides of the spacious and straight imperial road stood officers and soldiers holding weapons. The open channels made of bricks and stones on both sides of the imperial road were dripping with brown things, with a strong smell of medicine. Many people were washing the imperial road with things , Zhuzizi and the corners of the open channel.

Almost all the flowers beside the ditches were trampled into the mud, and the people who came and went turned their faces away and didn't look at them. Obviously, they understood this unwritten rule.

It is already known that there has been a killing battle here, and it is self-evident what is being scrubbed.

Go east on Yudao, and turn north again. Li Qingwen remembers that there is a big place here, where a group of people fight cocks all the year round. Lao Zhang said at the time that this place was a "cockfighting pit", and there were hundreds of them at most. Chickens are fighting here, attracting countless people to watch...

But at this time, this area was completely occupied by all kinds of stalls selling various kinds of needles, threads and brains, and not even a cock crow could be heard, and the chicken feathers that were originally all over the floor were also cleaned up.

Li Qingwen opened his mouth to ask, but suddenly remembered what Lao Zhang said just now, and held back again.

Arriving in front of a famous pastry shop in the capital, the carriage stopped, and Li Qingwen went inside to pick out a few things that children like to eat, and got on the carriage quickly after buying.

The road was slow, and it was just after noon. Li Qingwen asked Lao Zhang to go to the tavern. He wanted to go early to see the place where Jiang Cong had stayed in the capital and still missed it.

The tavern is in an alley, the storefront is not too big from the outside, and the wine is fragrant.

Although he had never been here before, Li Qingwen's heart moved when he saw the "wine" under the old guise, and his steps became a little lighter.

This is to revisit his hometown for his brother.

As soon as he arrived at the door, the clerk inside had already lifted the curtain, smiling all over his face, "Guest officer, please come inside!"

Before stepping on the threshold, the smell of wine and the heat rushed towards him. Li Qingwen entered the door, and saw rows of wine jars. The top, layer by layer, each layer is filled with large and small wine jars, which are covered with red cloth and tied tightly with strings.

There are not only shelves, but also more wine jars around the counter, with papers pasted on the outside of the jars. Li Qingwen glanced at them and wrote "Shochu", "Green Wine", "Pear Blossom White", "Aijiu", etc., there are no less than dozens of kinds.

Just as the clerk was about to give directions, he saw Li Qingwen go straight to the corner of the first floor, where stood a huge wine tank, as tall as a person, with a stomach wider than every table, leaning solidly against the corner, a red paper The word "wine" in black is pasted on the big belly.

There was a table next to the wine tank, which was originally a corner, but was taken up by the big tank, making it a little crowded, and it was also next to the window next to it, so cold wind would inevitably come in.

Generally speaking, old customers like to sit where they usually sit. The guy has been working here for many years. Li Qingwen's face is raw when he sees it. , how about we move a few steps?"

Li Qingwen shook his head, thanked him for his kindness, couldn't help but smile bigger and bigger on his face, "Bring me a bowl of chicken noodle soup!"

As long as you enter this door, you can do whatever the guest says, and the man didn't continue to persuade him, so he responded with a voice, and went to tell the back.

As soon as the buddy left, Li Qingwen couldn't help looking at the table. Sure enough, he saw seven black spots in the middle of the pine yellow. There were quite a few of these spots on other tables. If the wick fell, it would burn out if one didn't pay attention. .

No one would stare at these places, but Li Qingwen laughed to himself, not to mention, these black dots really look like the Big Dipper...

Although it was the first time sitting here, Li Qingwen had heard Qi Min and the others talk about the "Big Dipper" a long time ago.

It was the first time that Jiang Cong won the leader among a group of government soldiers. Jiang Liping and his party came here specially to celebrate, but they got too drunk and overturned the oil lamp. The lamp oil flowed all over the table and scalded it.

The movement was not small, and the shopkeeper was alarmed. Hearing about their good deeds, not only did he not dislike them, he even served them a new table of good wine and food. Will continue to patronize business in the future.

Jiang Liping and the others thanked the shopkeeper for his kindness. They knew that they didn't have much money in their pockets. When the shop was crowded, a group of people would consciously come to the corner.

In the second year, Jiang Cong lived up to expectations and defeated the others, and won a gold shield again. Jiang Liping and the others still came here to celebrate. As soon as they sat down, the usual food and drinks were brought over. This was prepared by the tavern for their celebration.

Qi Min burned the iron stick for picking up the wick red, and put a round dot next to the black they ironed out last time, and said: "Make a mark here. When we all get better in the future, we will all come here to entertain the big guys." Drink for three days and three nights..."

Before he finished speaking, his head was slapped aside, and everyone started to attack him, scolding him for not being a thing, eating and drinking the shopkeeper's food for nothing, and making holes in other people's tables.

When scolding, everyone was filled with righteous indignation, and later, I don't know who, and then clicked a few places next to them, saying with certainty that with the luck of the Big Dipper, they will surely prosper in the future.

In the end, instead of being successful, he was convicted of a crime and sent to a bitterly cold border town...

While laughing, thinking about their high spirits when they talked about the past, the smile on Li Qingwen's face gradually faded, and the roots of his constantly blinking eyelashes were a little wet.

Jiang Cong and Jiang Liping used to be like ordinary people. They were full of complaints about the various arrangements above. With the meager money, they saved their lives for the sake of the young and old in the family. They only wanted to live in peace. It hurts more than others, almost broken bones and tendons.

Li Qingwen closed his eyes slightly, resting his elbows on the table and resting his head on his hands.

Even if they settled down in the border town now, Li Qingwen knew that they were all concerned about the other end of the house. Every year at that time, Jiang Liping and Jiang Cong would sprinkle ten bowls of wine in the south facing place to commemorate their death in the fire and their death. Beheaded brother.

Even if someone complains, pouring wine and scolding them for drinking on a mission, not only kills themselves, but also implicates them, making them reincarnate quickly and repay the debt they owe in the next life.

But the dead are gone, they are still alive.

Li Qingwen knew that they sent money to the families of those ten people, because those families didn't want to accept it and lost their temper.

I also know that when they receive a letter from home, they will cry under the quilt, their loved ones are sick and cannot be by their side to serve them, their blood relatives pass away and cannot see the last side, they cannot hold a piece of earth, and they cannot burn incense or paper...

No matter how much others see that kind of taste, they can't empathize with it.

Originally, it was just the grievances between the three fathers and sons of the Li family and Jiang Cong. After more than three years, it seems that more and more people are getting entangled together...

A bowl of hot noodles was placed in front of him, and the pottery bowl knocked lightly on the table, pulling back Li Qingwen's thoughts.

The clerk delivered hot noodles and chopsticks, and was about to say "use it slowly", when he saw the red and wet eyes of the guest, he immediately bent over and went down.

The noodles were hot, and the scorching air sprayed on his face. Li Qingwen picked up the chopsticks, slowly rolled up a few, and put them in his mouth. The noodles were pliable, and the hanging soup was very fragrant.

He took a few mouthfuls, and the waiter quietly brought some side dishes, including tofu with shallots, half a salted egg, and salted beans.

Eating noodles with vegetables tasted even worse. Li Qingwen stopped eating small dishes after picking up a few chopsticks. He concentrated on eating noodles and drinking soup, savoring the taste carefully, thinking about what was put in the soup.

Jiang Cong and the others won't be able to come here for a short time to drink and eat, but they may taste similar to here.

Although it's not what they want, it's better than nothing.

It might be that there was something warm in his stomach, Li Qingwen calmed down slowly, and looked around while eating.

Sitting here, he could only see one side of the long counter. Lanterns should be hung on both sides of the counter, and pine signs were tied to the beams, which said the signature dishes of the tavern.

Thinking of the restaurant that his third brother was about to open, there was actually no difference between a tavern and a restaurant, so Li Qingwen perked up and looked around carefully.

There are so many people in the capital, he must make the third brother's Yangxiezi hot pot restaurant flourish, earn a lot of money, open a branch, and the money will be credited to the account any day while sitting, the family will not worry about eating and drinking, and Li Jiang and the others will be free. not far away.

Just when Li Qingwen wanted to use silver to break open the gate of the Ministry of Justice, Li Qingrui also took Fang and the others out for dinner. Looking at other people's decoration and management, it is a stealing teacher.