Double Ninth Festival, the sky is bright

On Cangtong Mountain, a large bundle of dogwood followed the extremely steep mountain road and staggered to the foot of the mountain. It swayed against a bluestone. It gradually fell backwards, revealing a young man with a pretty face, sweating all over his face, lying on the dogwood without feeling too uncomfortable, and he raised his head and squinted his eyebrows and smiled.

A young man helps in a restaurant in a small town.

There has always been a custom of climbing high with dogwood on his back in Chongyang. Therefore, every time on Chongyang, young people get up early and walk into the mountain with a large bundle of dogwood on their backs. They put it in front of the restaurant. Passers-by take it themselves and don’t collect any money. There is only a rule: one branch is not taken for each person, so they don’t take too much. For this reason, I specially wrote a notice and posted it next to the door.

Every time I saw someone reaching out, the boy would hurriedly lean at the door, smile slightly, and say nothing. No matter whether the person came or not, facing such an innocent face, no one took too much. He just laughed at the restaurant shopkeeper and advised him many times, saying that if you don’t make half a copper coin, why bother to come? It’s hard to work hard.

The boy just said happily: "It's a good thing if you're not tired." He turned his head and wiped the table, wiping it round after round, shiny.

For the young man, this is not so good, it is a great thing in the world

The young man's surname is Su and his name is Changmo. His parents both passed away six years ago. This restaurant was originally owned by his family.

The town is just a small place in Lingxuzhou, isolated from the world. Few people come here. Six years ago, a circle of people who fled famines caused a plague that is big or small. The restaurant was the first businessman to stop business and relief, but in the end it became the only one who set up a spiritual banner.

Su Changmo was only five years old that year, and his young father moved here when he was young. He had no relatives in the town. He would definitely not be able to keep the huge restaurant. It would be better to change the safety of his children. Before his death, his father gave the restaurant to his friend, the current shopkeeper Lao Guai. The money restaurant did not have to give the child a penny, but only wanted one thing to help the boy grow up healthily. The boy actually heard the rumors of the villagers at a very young age.

So these young men said they were helpers, but they didn’t feel hungry. In a blink of an eye, it was already eleven years, and they were rising year by year.

The sun gradually rose, and the boy shook his shoulders left and right, held his breath, bent down and knees, pulled up the large bundle of dogwood, about an inch away from the ground. He buried it in dogwood again and moved towards the restaurant. From time to time, he shook his head and laughed: There must be so many drinkers today.

The town is remote and there are not many people. It is very lively during festivals and holidays. The restaurant is also well located. It is close to the main street and is located in the middle of the town. Of course, people who drink alcohol are indispensable and the business is good.

During these years, the boy was busy serving wine and serving dishes every day, and he learned to make wine, pick flowers and dew, and choose grain to try the water. However, he gave him a set of his own methods and practiced the unique skills of making wine. In the words of the winemaker, it is unique and has a very elegant flavor. In the words of the Lao Guai, he is talented.

There were very few pedestrians along the way, and the boy's forehead was sweating like a bead falling from the ground, so he didn't care about wiping it, so he was able to get the restaurant.

Looking around, the old Guai Uncle should have not yet gotten up. The boy put the dogwood at the door as usual, posted a notice, sat on the threshold, supported his head with his hands, looked at the street happily, and his eyes were ecstatic...

In the sky of the town, a man in blue clothes, with wide clothes and big sleeves lying across the clouds, staring at the restaurant in the town, frowned, sometimes paused, and said to himself: "My old arms and legs are not as good as before. These three things are broken up, but they will be life-threatening. No, no, I have to ask someone to help... Why not keep the same thing? If you do it backfire, you will really have no hope of reaching the top! Annoying, really annoying!"

After the man said that, he slowly looked up and looked out of the sky with a serious expression, the inheritance of the divine power, the cultural context of the world, and the great fortune. So which one do you want?

"Old Mo, it's so early to get up. Did you dream of a big girl yesterday?" A slightly immature but deliberately pretending to be deep at the top of your voice came from afar.

Su Changmo didn't even look back, just smiled slightly. This voice is the only one in our town, Tang Ying, Mr. Tang.

Before he finished speaking, a young man jumped out of the corner with white cloud patterns, his skin was slightly dark. He sat down at the threshold, but his hand had already slapped Su Changmo on the shoulder, "Why are you ignoring someone? Why did you wake up by kissing the big girl?" Before he finished speaking, the young man looked despicable and kept laughing.

The young man's surname is Tang Mingying, "a wealthy town". The Tang family is a native town resident. It is said that his ancestors had a general and expanded their territory.

Later, when I returned to the town, even the local county magistrate had to give in. My father opened a blacksmith shop and my mother opened a noodle shop. I didn’t want to make money, but just for fun.

How rich is the Tang family? Su Changmo has heard from the drinkers. Even if the descendants are useless, they have squandered their wealth for eight generations and have no idea of ​​the true or false rumors. But this kid has never lost in a small fight. It’s not that he is powerful, but that no one dares to fight.

When Su Changmo was seven years old, he met the bulging black boy at the time when he helped in a restaurant for the first time. He angrily took the wine pot to make wine. Seeing that he was very close to each other at the age, Su Changmo took the wine pot on his own initiative. Unexpectedly, the black boy cursed and kept urging. At that time, Su Changmo, who was embarrassed, turned his cheeks red. Before leaving, he threw away the ingot of silver, but he didn't look for money, and turned his head and left.

After a while, the two of them became familiar with each other. In the blink of an eye, it took five years. Su Changmo became the young man's brother and a friend of life and death.

Su Changmo took a handful of dogwood, stuffed it into Tang Ying's arms, and said, "Give Uncle Tang a wine?"

"I'm old and I have to drink it early in the morning. I said I couldn't climb Cangtong Mountain without drinking it, which would delay my good life today." Tang Ying said while tidying up the dogwood, which was exactly eight, no more or less.

"I originally wanted to stop him, but the old man encountered something yesterday. I heard arguing with my grandfather in the study from afar, so I didn't open my mouth." Tang Ying stood on the threshold with both hands, his voice lowered a lot.

"Don't think too much about your affairs. Uncle will definitely tell you if there is anything." Su Changmo pulled the corner of his mouth and lifted Tang Ying up as he spoke, "Let's go, get some wine first."

Tang Ying broke away from her collar, "The uncle doesn't care about him, what do you want, but Lao Mo, I have some serious matters to tell you today, do you know---" Before he finished speaking, he stepped forward to the two of them in a blue shirt. Tang Ying stared at the person who came, as if nothing had happened, and kept silent.

Su Changmo took two steps forward, waved to his seat, and said with a smile: "What wine do you want to order today?"

"Today's little sorrow" the man sat down and smiled with a smile on his sleeve.

"Okay" Su Changmo turned around, and Tang Ying had already stood behind the counter and unveiled the wine seal.

There are five types of wine in the restaurant, but they are different in style and taste excellent. Only I and Lao Guai knew about the brewing method. The former county magistrate had bought it here for a lot of money, but Lao Guai didn't give me a good look.

Later, the store's business continued to go ups and downs for a while, but it was not very good.

It was not until the storyteller came to the town three years ago. The first time he came, he had a very strong tone, with five kinds of wine, one jar of each, and went together. That day, the people in the tavern drank a little slower. Most of them kept their sleeves and stared at the storyteller wearing a Confucian shirt and a Taoist crown on his head. The stories continued, and the wine glasses continued.

The old man had a good alcohol tolerance. After drinking four jars, he finally jumped onto the table and praised the wine in the shop: "The small sorrow in the world counts the mulberry falls, and joy lingers in my heart. The shadows of flowers are only the pine moon. The sea of ​​bitterness is vast for a moment. I don't think about the world, don't ask about life and death, and I still belong to the eighteen immortals." After that, he fell on the wine table.

Everyone was so scared that they could only smile and whisper: Ya, Daya, Damn, this is a talent.

The next day, Lao Guai Uncle printed the storyteller's words on the counter of the wine jar, and it was full, and no one fell to the bottom. The wine jar was no longer flowers, birds, fish, insects, mulberry, Xinfeng, pine moon, in a moment, the eighteen immortals, and a few numbers. It was also from that day that the restaurant business was booming, and these words were also passed down by the drinkers, becoming the elegant words for wine.

The old man slept in the restaurant that day and woke up on the evening of the next day. When he saw the newly printed wine glass in the store, he kept sighing, vulgar, too vulgar, until Uncle Laoguai said this was from the old man's masterpiece yesterday. The old man immediately changed his smile and played with it carefully, giving Uncle Laoguai a thumbs up, wise eyes, and the shopkeeper's wise eyes.

Since then, the old man stayed in a restaurant and made a living by telling stories.

After Su Changmo got on the wine, he returned to the counter. The man nodded and thanked him without saying a word. He just sat there and drank very slowly.

The man in green came to the restaurant for the first time two days ago. He was handsome and upright. Su Changmo knew at a glance that he was not an ordinary person, but a person from a large place, not an ordinary place. He hadn't learned anything else in the restaurant this year, but he had seen many people and saw many things. He had enough eyesight. In the words of the book, he said that the man was full of immortality.

After Su Changmo finished the wine, he handed it to the black boy and signaled to go home.

Tang Ying raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't be anxious, I haven't told you the serious business yet. Besides, I'm giving you a good start today. Why don't I thank you for driving people? You said that when I didn't come, there would be a lot of people behind me. I'm your lucky star."

Su Changmo was speechless for a moment and paused for a long time and said, "Okay, as long as you are not afraid of being beaten by your father, you can stay until any time."

Su Changmo was stunned and Tang Ying was unable to refute his words. It was not the first time he discovered that every time this kid came, the people in the store would always be more.

Just like they go to pick bird eggs, no matter how many trees returned without success, as long as Tang Ying climbed the tree, she would always gain great rewards.

Many small things are nothing more than that.

The boy was half a head lower than Su Changmo, but in fact he was only one year younger. Tang Ying stood behind the cabinet and turned his head to look at the middle-aged man. He looked at the middle-aged man with no intention of leaving. He snorted coldly, pulled Su Changmo's arm and lowered his voice: "We'll go to the back hall, I really have something to tell you."

Su Changmo glanced at the door. There was a waiter who had just arrived to welcome the guests. I thought it was okay, so he turned around and came to the back hall.

Tang Ying looked around nervously and said with a serious expression: "Old Mo, let me tell you. Although I am not sure about it, I am almost certain. Don't you take it seriously."

Su Changmo frowned: "Well, you said, I'm listening." In the past, Tang Ying rarely had such a look.

Tang Ying covered her mouth with one hand: "These old houses in the town are probably not guaranteed. It is said that the mine veins under the town are going to start this year. The old houses will be taken back and people will go to the southwest corner of the town to live there. There is a large area of ​​majestic houses built there. Those who are willing to sell them are said to have a double-story attic and high-gate courtyard. There are many people coming to my house recently, and it seems that they are all for this matter, but my father seems to be unwilling. The quarrel with grandpa yesterday was probably because of this."

"Okay, let me tell you about it tonight," Su Changmo said, looking around.

The boy raised his hand and slapped Su Changmo around the neck: "Are you stupid? I told you not to tell you that he has made a lot of money over the years. I want you to have a plan. If this restaurant is sold, it will not be given a house. Then you will clean up and come to my house. I will ask my father to open a restaurant for us, and we will operate the two." Su Changmo touched his neck, thinking about it.

Tang Ying pinched her nose, lowered her head, and pressed her voice: "The most important thing is that I heard my father tell my mother that those who are willing to sell their houses can still save their lives. Those who are unwilling to do so, but those who don't know what will happen in the end. Don't be stupid at that time. If Lao Guai is unhappy, you roll up the bedding and run away. Let's live together."

Su Changmo was stunned and replied in a low voice.

The boy said a few more words, and Su Changmo was a little dazed.

The boy had just been sent away, and a bunch of people came one after another, including those who were drinking and those who were playing wine. The waiter of the restaurant and Su Changmo were busy all the time. During this period, Su Changmo went upstairs to find Lao Guai Uncle. He was not in the house, so he probably went to Confucius Temple.

Su Changmo went downstairs with great worries.

Uncle Lao Guai has always been a hand-off manager. He can go as soon as he wants to, but he doesn't go anywhere else. He only goes to Confucius Temple on Cangtong Mountain. The temple mentioned is actually a college, but it has been abandoned for many years. There are only six people in the gatekeeper, but there is a book pavilion that has a lot of books. Lao Guai likes to play chess with the master in the temple. Every time he can't find anyone in the restaurant, he will definitely be there when he goes to the temple.

The man in green downstairs was still there, and he didn't add any wine, just a small pot, not finished yet.

Su Changmo kept muttering in his heart: Tang Ying must be told to Lao Kuai Uncle quickly, so as to avoid losses, especially those last trivial matters that Tang Ying himself might not care about. Su Changmo was always uneasy after hearing this.

"Last dinner last year, my cousin and I played chess. A group of people came to the Tang family and entered the yard. I felt uncomfortable all over. Someone always stared at me. The house suddenly looked like an ice cellar. The cold air was so cold that I lost to my cousin! I was so angry that I was dazzled. I saw a pigeon flying home, but it turned out to be a pile of ashes inexplicably in the sky. Damn, I scared me very much."

His cousin's chess skills are not good, and the feeling that Tang Ying said sounds gloomy.

Su Changmo was a little upset and made a mistake, so he stopped drinking and checked out and stood at the door to welcome guests.

Su Changmo knew about the mine veins.

Three years ago, it was said that the mine veins were found under the town. Since then, the closed town has many new faces, and it has been endless for three years.

The residents of the town first thought it was novel, but when they were too many, they became accustomed to it.

Therefore, Su Changmo met many people in the storytellers, scholars of Confucianism, scholars of scholars, novice monks, scholars of scholars, scholars of scholars, scholars of scholars, scholars of scholars, and heroes of green forests. These were never seen before. But strangely, most of these people lived for a while and left, and the people who stayed behind had no livelihoods. They just lived in the town and wandered occasionally, like dandy boys in books, and did nothing to harm people. In the early years, some people in the town sold their houses to these people and moved their families.

I was in a daze, and as noon approached, there were fewer people in the store.

Su Changmo glanced at the dogwood. There was not much left, and he didn't pay attention to it today. I wonder if anyone took more, and if he had obtained all the things that were not available to passers-by in the past.

After shook his head, the boy lowered his head and picked up three branches, entered the restaurant and placed them behind the counter.

Su Changmo looked at the man. Before he left, his face was facing the counter. He closed his eyes and sat down. Su Changmo took the wine pot and took his head down to prepare for the wine pot.

With a "clang" sound, Su Changmo suddenly exploded. Su Changmo took a few steps back, his back pressed against the wall, staring at the man in green. His forehead was as fine as a pearl, the wine pot was broken, and the wine lifted to the ground. The man opposite did not move at all, but Su Changmo was sure that the man's head was just down, his head was separated, his face was smiling, and he instantly pressed against his face, his nose tip was facing the tip of his nose, and he looked at each other, and called "Su Changmo". Su Changmo felt that his heart was about to break.

In the Confucius Temple, chess pieces fell and a sound of "indifference". In the restaurant, a man in green had a light breeze on his hair.

Su Changmo held the wall with one hand and lifted the curtain with the other, turned around and went to the back hall, squatted down slowly against the wall, and waited for a long time before getting up, and cursed in his heart that he really saw a ghost. He really didn't have the energy to start scolding.

Su Changmo went to the kitchen, fryed green bamboo shoots and eggs, and took the freshly out of the cage of flower cake. He gently lifted the curtain and the man was gone. The boy breathed a sigh of relief and took the dogwood on the counter. He walked a little faster and walked out of the store.

My parents' day of worship is also today.

"Su Changmo."

The boy who had just left the store turned around and his neck shrank in fear. The man in blue stood beside the dogwood with his hands behind his back.

"Is there anything wrong?" Su Changmo said with a hint of anger.

The man walked slowly towards the boy, "I'm going to Beishan, are you going?"

Su Changmo was dumbfounded, frowned, and almost cursed you uncle.

What did I say about this? How can I not go? But who wants to be with you! Is this person a fool? I have just said a few words to you, but today it is so inexplicable. Su Changmo kept silent and stood still.

"Are you leaving?" The man lowered his head slightly, his eyes sincere.

Su Changmo looked helpless and put the dogwood and food box in his hand on the ground, bowing with both hands, "Sir, please leave first, people in the countryside are not good at speaking. They climbed high today, afraid that they would disturb Mr.'s elegance."

The man smiled and bowed, "It's my first time going there. Please help me lead a way. If there is any abruptness, I hope I'll forgive you."

The sun is shining at noon, the street is wide and long, with a blue and black jacket, one tall and one short bowing, a little romantic.

Su Changmo couldn't stand the man who bent down and didn't get up for a long time, so he had to give up, took the basket of dogwood and headed towards the North Mountain. After three or two steps, the man stood side by side with the boy, and the two were very short.

The man did not speak, and Su Changmo did not speak. The sky was like a dome, and the warm wind blew.
Chapter completed!