Chapter 332: Encounter

Before entering the town of Bentham, pass a lonely inn, with crumpled dilapidated wines hanging outside the store.
Chen Pingan swayed the wine gourd, and decided to add some wine, the quality of the wine, Chen Pingan drink, Huang Haofu's forgetful wine, sweet-scented osmanthus, all drunk, roadside corner wine cellar More is not to buy, not so care.
Outside the inn was a dirt-like dog, basking in the sun, and seeing Chen Pingan three people began to pick up, licking his mouth and screaming.
What is this hospitality?
A small scorpion ran out with a knife and pointed the dog at the tip of the knife. He said with excitement: "If you squat again, take your dog's head!"
The dog disease is on the ground.
The little nephew looked up and saw three rare guests. He quickly hid the knife behind his back and smiled. "Don't be afraid of the guest. We are not a black shop here. It is guaranteed to be a serious white house!"
The sloppy and thin teenager seems to worry that the guest will turn around and run. First, he will start with a strong hand. He turns his head and shouts at the inside lobby: "The boss, come to the guest, quickly wipe the table, have your favorite, handsome son, Still a scholar!"
After the store buddy reported to the proprietress, he turned his head and bent over to reach out. "The guest officials are sitting inside, let's sit here, the owner's ancestral home-brewed green plum wine, and my master's best-selling whole lamb, a thousand miles border. There is no branch in this family!"
Chen Pingan three walked into the inn.
Drinking and eating in the lobby on the first floor, there are not many desks. I want to come to the business because of the cold business. On the second floor, I can live. There is no guest at the lobby. I am a woman who walks on a bench, licking melon seeds, and squatting to the so-called readers of Xiaozizi. She didn't have hope at first. The little scorpion was a small scorpion in the pit. If there was any knowledge, I wouldn't know how to write the handsome word in this life.
The woman wore a red-yellow group of flowers against her wide-sleeved robes. The robes were of good quality and the style was good. It was a long time, like a layer of greasy.
The woman's face is plump and ruddy, she is graceful, and she is ugly, not to mention that she is not ugly. She is already a woman in her thirties and still will not lose to those beautiful girls who are fifteen or sixteen years old.
Her eyes were bright, and she was fed with a delicate and charming voice. She lost a handful of melon seeds on the ground, and casually took the embroidered shoes and dialed it. She pulled it under the table and twisted her slender waist, like a snake, to Chen Pingan. Twisting over there, a slap in the face, gently put on the shoulder of the handsome white robes of the white robe, hand-picked, can't find out, the old lady picked up the treasure, looks like it can't say, never thought it was still a body Strong, not the embroidered pillows that can't be used.
Chen Pingan saw her instinct and had to take it to her chest. This took a step and let her slap in the air and smiled: "The treasurer, I want to buy three or five pounds of wine, do not eat, stay, buy wine. Just go, listen to the guys saying that there is a ancestral plum wine here, I don't know what the price is?"
The woman suddenly retracted her palm. "The son is so hurried to go to the town of Fox Town? It’s not to scare the business, but to scare the son. It is often a ghost and a demon, and it can be confusing. This year is even worse. Some merchants and travelers have suffered. Misfortunes, the dead are never there, but there is madness over there, and there is always a pair of hands. So, you still live in our inn, the plum wine has several pots, a few pots, not expensive, the best five years Stuffed, two pots are only one or two silver, and then one roast whole lamb, eat and drink enough, live here at night, when..."
Speaking of this, the woman's brow with spring, slightly picked, spring swaying, "Sister I personally give the son to wash the feet."
The money drooled on the side, and after hearing the words of roasting the whole sheep, he could not walk.
She wiped a mouth and gently pulled Chen’s sleeves.
Chen Ping thought for a moment and asked Wei Wei, "Can you drink?"
Wei Wei nodded: "Large."
Chen Pingan turned to the boss and smiled: "I can't live, but I can have a meal at the inn. In addition to the wine on the table, I will prepare five pounds of plum wine for me. I will take it away."
The woman waved a hand to the little scorpion. "Give you a sheep with a young hunchback master. I remember that I was fat and thin, and I used snacks. I don’t think that one day, I always think of a cheap master in the sky, and teach you the martial arts. This is a good thing. I can't get on your head. Hurry up."
The teenager muttered and flew away.
The three were seated, just a bench, the woman went to the counter, took a few dishes to eat, put it on the table, and sat opposite Chen Ping, "Listen to the son's accent, not like our big spring Ren Shi? Is that the studyer who is studying abroad? Is there from the North Jin Dynasty?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "More from the south."
The woman leaned forward, bent over and grabbed a dried fruit bought from Fox Town, a heavy chest, and pressed it on the table, and found that the young son, always smiling at his face, his eyes clear, which made The woman is a little surprised, there are cats who don’t eat cockroaches under the sun? She smiled and asked: "Let's have a little drink first? I can accompany the son to drink, wait until the whole lamb is served on the table, just a little bit, and when you tear off the golden leg of the sheep, it is absolutely delicious. It is."
Chen Ping nodded and said yes.
The woman went to get a jar of wine and four large white bowls stacked together, uncovered the mud seal and poured the wine into the bowl. The plum wine showed amber color, especially clean, not turbid, just a glance, good wine People, it is estimated that there will be some intoxication. The woman is quite contented and smiles and introduces this ancestral green plum wine. It is brewed in half a year, brewed in three years, and brewed in five years. It is the worst half-year brew. Once there was a capitalist who traveled to this place, holding a high horse. After drinking the wine, I would like to extend my thumb and praise it. I said that Daquan Jingcheng did not have this wine.
Looking at the innocence of the money, he asked: "Do people who come from the capital only drink for half a year?"
The woman gave me a bad fight and quickly remedy it. "The hero was only trying to taste a taste. Later, like your son, he bought a few pounds of five-year-old plum wine."
The money is not smiling, but it is awkward: "It turned out to be like this. Daquan Jingcheng people can not really be bold, buy some drinks, but also taste it first, not as good as me... Hey, buy it and buy the most expensive directly. Five years of brewing..."
Chen Pingan, a chestnut smashed in the past, and he saved his money and held his head in both hands.
Chen Pingan will pay a large bowl of green plum wine in front of him and transfer it to Wei Wei on the other side of the body. Let the self-proclaimed "massive" Nanyuan Guokai emperor have two bowls and two bowls. It must be said.
Money squatting on his head, grievances: "I can't drink a small mouth? Going so far, I am thirsty, my throat is going to smoke!"
The little girl's lips are cracked, almost bleeding, if it is not the door of the town with the demon, let her burst into the amazing physical strength, she certainly can not get to the inn.
Money can make a ghost push. There is a sign that will enable her to hurry. After all, it is because of money.
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Who is drinking thirst with you? I will ask for a bowl of water with my boss."
The money squinted at the fancy old lady, snoring, hands around her chest, turned her head, and did not look at the woman.
The woman did not care, and got up and took a bowl of tea and gently put it in front of the money. "Drink, don't collect money."
Save money and immediately hold the bowl with both hands, hey, drink it in one breath.
Do not drink white or drink, she hates this old woman, and does not hate this bowl of tea.
Chen Pingan and Wei Wei looked at each other.
Chen Ping sighed and thought that the shopkeeper was not a fuel-efficient lamp. He liked to avenge his vengeance. It was no worse than squandering money. This is not the only way in the bowl of tea. When she turned her back to three people, she sneaked a sip into it. Spit, twisted his wrist, swayed the tea slightly, and reached the table with no trace.
However, the taste of Qingmei wine is really a must. Except for the lack of aura, it has not lost to the osmanthus brewing on the island ferry. Afterwards, it must be filled with swords. It is not good. Let Wei Wei carry a few altars with him. Since you dare to say a lot, you must be a wine drinker.
Chen Pingan sipped his mouth and kissed the lovely plum, the throat was like a burning charcoal, but the abdomen was able to warm the belly of the plum wine, the mood was followed, and asked: "The treasurer, I heard that Yao Jiabian military?"
The woman said casually: "Of course, the border mixed food, who does not know the name of Yao Jiatie riding, is not bragging with the son, I am this inn, there was once a small general named Yao, with a follower, After eating the whole roast whole sheep, I left and lost a big silver ingot on the table. But these soldiers are fighting, even if they just eat and drink, they are scary, I don’t dare to approach, I always feel that they are murderous. ""
The woman patted her chest gently, but she was sorry for the clothes that were tight, and some were overwhelmed.
Chen Pingan asked: "Is the Yao family side military reputation very good?"
The woman smiled and said: "Well, where do the ordinary people know, there is no chance to deal with these noble people at all, but the word of mouth is not bad, counted, after all, I opened the inn here, for ten years, did not listen. After all the rumors of Yao’s family bullying, the Yao’s family, whoever made a great contribution, won the imperial court and raised the official. Who and who died in the northern Jin Dynasty, his wife Sure enough, it became a widow. It’s roughly like such a gossip. It’s really tired to listen to it.

Chen Ping nodded and had a general impression of this Yao who migrated from Zhuzhudong to Tongyezhou.
Wei Wei has already finished drinking a large bowl of wine. This is the second bowl. The face is red, but his eyes are bright. "The army does not disturb the people, nor hopes. It is clear that it is to express its position with the emperor. It’s a wise move to split the town’s thoughts. Otherwise, it’s the emperor of his hometown, and he can rest assured.

The woman snorted. "This grandfather, what are you talking about?"
Wei Wei took a sip of wine and patted the table. "The horseshoes are all, they are the land, this wine is delicious!"
The Nanyuan emperor, who claimed to be drinking a lot of money, said that he had been swearing in a slogan, and he was drunk in a muddy mud. He was drunk on the table and screamed like a thunder.
This can not live in the inn can also live.
After the scorpion and a hunchback old man, they put a large plate of roasted whole lambs together on the table. Chen Ping’s hard to eat so full, the money is even more than twelve full, and in the end it is almost forcibly tore off the mutton, in the mouth Plugged up. Chen Pingan chews slowly, eats slowly, and drinks too fast.
The proprietress was sitting at the counter. Chen Pingan had invited her to dinner together. She refused to give her a rumor, and accompanied her to drink a little wine. But if she was cheeky and had dinner with the guests, it was too kind, and did not open the inn to do business. of. Save money and eat your stomach, walk around the table, or you will feel uncomfortable.
Chen Pingan had three adjacent rooms upstairs, and the money was in the middle. He helped Wei Wei to go upstairs and threw it on the bed. Fortunately, the amount of alcohol was not good. The wine was good. When he was drunk, he slept, did not drink alcohol, did not say wine. words. I went to my house, closed the door, and started to fight. Chen Ping took the bamboo box and placed it in his house. He went out and prepared to go downstairs and ask the boss to inquire about the customs of some of the Daquan dynasties.
Chen Pingan found that a guest came to the hotel, Hu Lila slag, wearing a green shirt robes, about thirty years old, sitting on a table, smiling at the woman who was cold-faced to the counter, table There is no wine, no vegetables, no food on a plate. On the bottom of the stairs, sitting in the store buddy, the face is too disgusted to look at the man.
On the side of the curtain hanging from the entrance of the lobby stove, the old man on the hunchback sits on a bench, cocking his legs and smoking a dry smoke.
Chen Pingan did not worry about going downstairs and kneeling on the railing.
Previously, the two assassins who chased the Yao family were killed. The sword was clearly left behind. Chen Pingjian noticed that the looming violent sigh of the distance should be a big demon. It is also quite similar to the sword repairing realm, but it finally appears suddenly and suddenly disappears. It is forcibly suppressed by a strong temper, so the middle-aged sword repair will be retired, and Wu Fu, who is wearing a nectar, has to escape.
Chen Pingan saw the shirtless man in the shirt. The first feeling was this person. It might be the hidden character of the instant killing of the big demon, or the genius monk who came out of the Tongyezhou ancestral sect, or it was... such as Zhou Juran That way, from the Confucian Academy!
However, Chen Ping’an was not sure enough, because the man was annoyed by the boss, was blinded by a small scorpion, was ignored by the hunchback old man, and was ashamed of the shack, and was known by the inn. He wanted to have a swollen face and no fat, no time. Sadness comes from the middle, looking at the woman, infatuation: "Jiu Niang, I don't deserve to be a widow, there are children, really..."
Chen Pingan took a forehead and did not say that this man’s identity and cultivation were only about men’s and women’s love. It’s worse than him. I shouldn’t wait to see you. How can I talk to women? Where is the love story, it is clear that the knife is on the woman's heart.
Sure enough, it was only a woman who showed her indifference. She looked up and stared at the bastard. She gnashed her teeth and said, "Do you believe that I am going to the sheepfold and take a sputum and fall on your head?!"
Chen Pingan looked at the woman again.
The man in the green shirt is kneeling on the table, and his hands and feet are dancing, especially with his hands and rags. He is sad and hurts the lungs. "Jiu Niang, how can you be so passionate, how can I live, I am not poor, but the article is deadly. Da, the reading person is not inferior, or you can't write a wonderful article about the wonderful flowers..."
The little scorpion vomited and spit. "Eternal articles, your uncle, just those of you who are playing oil poems, I have never read a book, and I feel disgusting when I listen."
The hunchback old man seems to have been picked up, and apparently has a lingering fear of the man’s eternal article.
The man in the green shirt suddenly opened his mouth and immediately sat up straight and smiled at the woman. "Jiu Niang, are you afraid of delaying my brilliant future? So I don't want to be with me? It doesn't matter, the worldly vision, I don't care... ..."
The woman really can't stand it, cold channel: "Little scorpion, old hunchback, moving knife, who can hack him, I will give him ten silver!"
The old hunchback didn't move, and the little scorpion had ran wildly and went to the stove to take the knife.
The blue-shirted man stood up and was dressed in a robes, then turned quickly and ran away.
Chen Pingan no longer went downstairs, returned to his house, closed the door, took out the second picture, placed on the table, Wu crazy Zi Zhu.