Another day is noon.

The rumor outside the building was shouting and selling the market news on the second floor, and the rumor about the market was clamoring for the first floor. There were almost endless people in this big and small "Red Li Pavilion".

The reason why it is almost said is because there is still the location of the account.

Behind the account desk, he, wearing a white cloth robe, twisted his abacus with one hand and covered his face with the other hand, and yawned secretly.

"Table 2 needs to be checked out." The waiter carrying a gray-black rag on his shoulder walked to the account desk, looked at his tired appearance, and joked, "What's wrong, Bai Xiucai, did you dream of a beautiful girl last night?"

"A chicken stewed with mushrooms and a rice leaping on the dragon gate, two bowls of rice and a pot of tea, and they collected two hundred and seventy-five cents." Bai Xiucai flicked the beads with his index finger, pinched the wolf-haired brush placed horizontally on the pen holder, and dipped it in a slightly thin ink. "There is nothing, it's just that I turned off the bed last night."

The waiter laughed, nodded and recorded the numbers he said, and trotted to the guests.

Speaking of which, although I work in Hongli Hall, I don’t want to eat and stay in the room, but I don’t want to eat big fish and meat to live in the room. In fact, after working here for more than three years, Bai Xiucai has never been to the room on the third floor several times. Except for the small spots that live upstairs with the shopkeeper, the other guys live in four small brick houses in the backyard after drinking. Two runners are crowded together, and the two cooks live together, while the waiter and Bai Xiucai are one room each-but their single room is much smaller than the room and the cook’s room. It’s probably only one meter wide and two meters long. There is no table at all, and there is only one bed and a stool. When sleeping, occasionally turn over and your head may hit the back of the chair.

But what are you going to complain about? Although you have steamed buns, have beds, and have a salary, get a job, although you are busy early and late, you also have a lot of time to take a break from your busy schedule - although most of them are the ones who are Bai Xiucai sneaked out while the shopkeeper is not paying attention.

In life, it’s better to have a job to do it, to be at ease, and to get a sequel.

Bai Xiucai glanced at the waiter who was clenching his fists, wrote down his pen, and made up a bill on the bill.

The waiter walked to the counter, let go of his fists, and handed a few shining silver to him, "Is this broken silver enough?"

Bai Xiucai took the broken silver, weighed it a few times, and blinked unexpectedly, "I made a profit."

"well?"

The waiter was also surprised.

Customers who pay for this kind of broken silver without standard specifications may generally be given less. First, the store can only weigh how many coins the broken silver can be exchanged for. It is estimated that it is difficult to get the specific amount of money; second, those who are willing to give real money and silver, but are not very careful in giving copper coins, will probably be repeat customers who will come back next time. They will earn some money and meet each other later.

But at this time, the amount of silver in Bai Xiucai's hand was about 500 mins.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the broken silver in his hand, but saw nothing strange.

If he was the elegant house sitting on the second floor, the family was well-off and rewarded with a wave of his hand, he could understand it very much - the old county magistrate did this every time. But the people sitting on the first floor were all folks with no difference in their clothes than the shop's clothes. How could he be so generous?

It’s probably because I’ve eaten too much wine, and I’ve been slapped in the face and made me fat. I didn’t eat wine at that table just now.

The waiter looked at the broken silver in Bai Xiucai's hand, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "Do you want to return some?"

Bai Xiucai clenched his fists and shook his head and said, "I won't return it."

"If the guests intentionally did this, we would seem to be petty when they go back; if they don't intend to do so, we might as well go with the flow."

He smiled slightly at the waiter with a puzzled face, stood up and turned around, and looked at the three rows of wine racks built against the wall behind the account station, and the black and brown crock pots of different sizes from the jar on it.

Although the cheap yellow and white wine used to decorate the restaurant on this floor is not as good as the mellow flavors taken from the underground wine cellar, these decorative wines with Hongfu are better for delivering guests.

Bai Xiucai took a small pot of yellow wine from the wine rack with one hand and stuffed it into the waiter's arms, "Go to give it to the guests just now, just say it was delivered by the restaurant, let alone why."

The waiter took the wine pot with both hands and was slightly stunned, but his eyes turned and he immediately understood the scholar's intention.

This pot of wine is definitely not worth three hundred cents, but since I have given those guests, as long as I have a little bit of human nature, I will be embarrassed to get back the pieces of silver. The silver must be made by the restaurant; if the guests are not missing, wouldn’t it be the best of both worlds?

"Hehe, Bai Xiucai is thoughtful and deserves to be a scholar!"

"Haha, waiter, what's the benefit of flattering me? Go and send wine. If you don't go, you'll go away."

"Okay!"

Looking at the waiter running away, Bai Xiucai couldn't help laughing.

He was about to sit down, and his eyes accidentally glanced at the wine rack behind him and landed on the bottom layer of the wine rack.

There, a black pot made his eyes stop.

The clay pot is not big, it is just a small circle larger than the jar I just sent, not the largest jar in these three rows of wine racks; the clay pot is not black, it is just a little shiny than the jar I just sent, not the darkest jar in these three rows of wine racks; the red blessing on the clay pot is just a little more straighter than the jar I just sent, not the most straighter red blessing in these three rows of wine racks.

But there was a circle of tiny red ropes around the clay pot.

Because of that red rope, Bai Xiu recognized this jar of wine.

It's a baby daughter red.

It's the shopkeeper's daughter Hong.

Bai Xiucai slowly sat down, lifted the brush in one hand and tweaked the abacus with the other - but even though his eyes had returned to the account book, his mind was still the can of black daughter red.

It was probably the first year when he went to work in Hongli Hall. That day, because there was a Lantern Street in the county town, the people were all going home to celebrate the festival during the Lantern Festival, and the restaurant closed early. At night, the shopkeeper took the jumping little spot to visit Lantern Street to watch Lantern Street. The hall and the back kitchen either followed the Lantern Festival or went home to eat Lantern Festival, leaving only the waiter who was tired of watching Lantern Festival and the scholar who was not interested in Lantern Festival stayed in the restaurant. Although there were still some guests living in the wing room on the third floor at this time, the first and second floors were empty because of the closing relationship, and it seemed very spacious.

Bai Xiucai, who had just met, sat face to face with the waiter at both ends of a long table, and no one knew what to say. The air was silent very awkward. But soon, the waiter with a flexible head thought of a way to immediately turn the two of them into friends who could talk about everything - to eat wine. But don't think about the top-quality goods in the underground wine cellar, and both of them were reluctant to spit out the wages they had just received. So, the waiter opened a few jars of cheap yellow white wine on the wine rack, patted his chest and said a few words, "I'm here to pay the bill", and then drank it.

However, there is a problem with cheap wine: it tastes light and is easy to get drunk. These two guys who can’t cook have no side dishes, and they drink it in a mixed manner regardless of yellow and white. After a few cups, their faces turned red and their tongues were knotted. Soon, in less than a stick of incense, the two changed from complimenting each other’s “a talent” to patting each other’s shoulders and laughing at each other for “embroidered pillows”.

Several jars of wine were quickly drunk, but the two guys who were obviously drunk claimed that they were not drunk, saying that they had a good alcohol tolerance, and that they would have no problem with five or six jars. The white scholar with a red face stood up and said, "You asked me just now, now I asked me, gentlemen, and exchanged rituals." He walked to the wine rack step by step, reached out to take two jars of wine jars and put them on the table, and then he was about to open it.

The waiter, who was already drunk on the table, raised his head blankly and saw the wine jar that Bai Xiucai was about to open the lid. Suddenly, he was shocked and jumped up like a tiger pounced on food. He held Bai Xiucai's hand. Bai Xiucai looked up at him and was about to ask with his knotted tongue. The waiter shook his head desperately and said drunkenly: "This can't be drunk this can't be drunk."

Bai Xiucai was confused, but he also opened another can of wine as he wanted, poured a glass for both of them, and whispered to ask why the waiter had just moved. The waiter hesitated for a while, took a sip of wine, and hesitated and slowly said.

He said, this jar of wine is not ordinary.

It was probably more than two years ago when Bai Xiucai came to the restaurant. One afternoon, the weather was not bad, it was cloudy, and there were rare empty seats in the restaurant. After two halls helped to serve tea and water, the waiter, who was idle, went to the door to shout and swear. After shouting about ten times, he saw an old lady with white hair holding a gray burlap bag in her arms and trembling towards the restaurant. At first, the waiter thought the old lady was here to play tricks.

, then stepped forward and helped him diligently, but the old lady shook her head, pushed him away, and said a name with her old lips. The waiter was stunned - he knew that the name was the name of the shopkeeper. He also knew that the neighbors rumored that the shopkeeper had been a monk since he was a child and was strongly opposed by his family - there was even a fierce statement that the shopkeeper was almost driven out of the house by his family. Judging from his age, the old lady in front of him would not be

The waiter did not dare to neglect and quickly asked the old lady to sit in the store, but the old lady refused and just stood at the door. The waiter had no choice but to go upstairs and called the shopkeeper down, stayed by the account desk, and watched secretly from a distance. He looked at the shopkeeper with a smile and walked quickly to the old lady, and exchanged a few greetings. He watched the old lady open his mouth, and the shopkeeper's silence was silent; he watched the shopkeeper's smile slowly faded until it became an indescribable complex look; he watched the old lady handed the cloth bag to the shopkeeper, turned around, and left the restaurant step by step trembling.

After the old lady left, the shopkeeper did not go downstairs for three days.

On the fourth day, when the waiter saw her, the shopkeeper's face was bloodless and his eyes were swollen. She held the jar of wine jar tied with a red rope in her hand, slowly placed it on the bottom floor of the wine rack, and then walked back upstairs slowly. After about a week, the shopkeeper's spirit was restored, and he walked in and out of the restaurant with a smile, and greeted the guests warmly as usual.

Later, the waiter heard from the well-informed neighborhood aunt that the jar of wine jar with a red rope was Hong, the shopkeeper's daughter, and the aged wine buried under the osmanthus tree in the backyard when she was born. The shopkeeper was indeed kicked out of the house when she was young, and the old lady was indeed the shopkeeper's mother. The old lady came this time just to tell her a message.

The shopkeeper's father is dead.

Died on the northern front.

He died at the hands of the military barbarians.

With seven thousand old men.

He had nothing to leave for her, just a jar of wine.

After the old lady handed the jar of wine to her, she turned around.

It would be enough that she could see with her own eyes that she is doing well now.

There is only one sentence "Don't worry about it".

This is why the waiter refused to let Bai Xiucai open that jar of wine.

After hearing the whispers mixed with alcohol, Bai Xiucai sat on the chair, lowered his head, and his face flushed.

I don’t know if I was drinking too much or something, but I heard him muttering intermittently.
Chapter completed!