As a result, Linhang Inn in the small town had an additional waiter named "Old Man Zhang".

It was said to be an inn, but there were actually only two people there, Lao Mu and Xiao Lin.

There are not many people staying in the hotel, but there are many people dining in.

It gets busy as soon as meal time comes.

There were very few things Zhang Ruochen could do, which was to help collect the dishes, add firewood and water, and feed the oxen and two big white geese.

Lao Mu is an all-rounder, he can make wine, work with wood, repair walls and tiles, and cook. In his free time, he can also play a wooden stick and sing a tune with a vicissitude of life.

"A hundred years of drunkenness, full of spring.

There is a cloud lying high on the east mountain.

Anger, the dust of right and wrong blows in the face and disappears, and it has been used by countless people in ancient and modern times."

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The wooden tie is a musical instrument composed of a round stick and a rectangular piece of wood. When struck, the sound is muffled.

Zhang Ruochen had nothing to do, so he also learned the wooden binding and accent.

It's quite interesting to say a few cadences every day.

Time flies by.

Xiaolin is sixteen years old. He is tall and graceful. He has learned how to make up and dress up. He even fell in love with a young man named Yun in the town.

It's twenty-eight years of age, which girl wouldn't be moved?

They made a lifelong promise under the big locust tree outside the inn, snuggled up under the moon, and carved their names on the stone wall.

They are all the best things and the best years.

It naturally has an impact on Zhang Ruochen, and there is more work to be done than before!

Until the evening of that day, the young man named Yun came to the inn and said goodbye to Xiao Lin. He was going to a sect thousands of miles away to learn martial arts from his master, and promised to take Xiao Lin there once he was admitted to the sect.

But once I left, I never came back.

I heard from family members of the Yun family that the young man successfully entered the sect and became a disciple of an elder. Now he has a bright future and is devoted to martial arts. He has little contact with his family except for sending a letter home every year.

Xiao Lin had great confidence in the young man. Every evening, he would wait under the big locust tree and look at the setting sun, where the sunset was the most beautiful.

Ten years are like one day.

In the past ten years, Lao Mu has asked matchmakers many times to help Xiao Lin find a suitable husband. He has found quite a few, all with excellent conditions, but was rejected by Xiao Lin all the time.

No matter how good your husband's family is, how can it compare to the sunset ten years ago?

She firmly believes that one day, the young man in her heart will drive a luxurious car from the sunset to pick her up at dusk, when the sunset is the most magnificent. This is the oath between them!

That's it, another ten years have passed.

Old Mu was as gray-haired as Zhang Ruochen and was seriously ill in bed. He could no longer cook or sing.

Zhang Ruochen sat by the bed, held his hand and asked: "Old Mu, if there is a chance that you can recover from your serious illness and even live to be a hundred or two hundred years old, would you be willing?"

Lao Mu closed his eyes and shook his head, saying weakly: "No need, I have lived enough to live to this age! Apart from Xiao Lin, I have nothing to miss in this life, and I don't want to expect anything more. Old guy, still

Can you live...Xiao Lin...Xiao Lin...my father can't accompany you...anymore..."

Xiao Lin, in fact, is no longer Xiao Lin.

This year, at the age of thirty-six, she became the new shopkeeper of the inn.
Chapter completed!