The capital is a partial place. When you give gifts in autumn, you will leave in a hurry after meeting them. When you come empty-handed in winter, you will be careless and never stay there. The people are like parents who doting their young children. Even if they are so cold that they breathe white from their mouths and their faces are still full of smiles. They hide in the warm room and discuss what New Year’s goods to buy. The update is fast and there is no advertisement.

The business of the noodle restaurant is better than usual. Sauce Noodle is temporarily out of favor. Everyone needs a bowl of hot noodle soup. Rich people add a few more pieces of ginger slices and a pot of hot wine. They eat noodles quickly and drink wine slowly. When they are cold, they will shout "scalding wine" with full breath. They can drink the remaining soup in the bowl for half an afternoon. If they want a plate of peanuts or beans, they can chew it carefully until the evening.

Jiang Erpi and Zheng Sanhun have been tight recently, so they have to come to the noodle restaurant to find food, saying that they are tired of eating the big fish and meat in the spring courtyard and miss the folk delicacies.

The two of them didn't ask for wine, and they ate a bowl of noodles. They counted each other a few noodles. When drinking soup, they even fought for them. The noodles bowls were early, and the two brothers looked at each other, leaving nothing to do. They wanted to leave but felt that it was cold outside.

"What's wrong with this winter? The guests all returned to their hometown in the south early, and the business in the Spring Courtyard was not good, which made us all implicated."

"Yes, yes, this winter is not easy."

The guy squeezed over from the two tables of guests and said coldly: "It's not easy for everyone. If you guys like you, we will have to close our noodle restaurant in two days."

"Who do you talk to? Do you don't recognize who I am?" Jiang Erpi slapped the table, tilted his head and looked at people with squintessence, "I lent my money to earn interest. What's wrong with you a few days later? Are you afraid that I won't give it? Don't mention a few bowls of noodles, I can afford the whole noodle restaurant. I think you are too dirty and too broken."

Zheng Sanhun was responsible for helping him, and he slapped the table with his two hands, like playing bamboo boards for Jiang Erpi to accompaniment.

The guy recognized these two people, not afraid at all, and sneered, "You are also well-known figures on the street. My master said that I don't have the money for the past. Starting tomorrow, I will invite you to find another place to eat. We are dirty and broken here, and I am afraid that you will not eat well, which will ruin the reputation of the noodle restaurant."

After saying that, the guy turned around and left. There were many guests around him, all watching the fun.

These two men are thick-skinned and do not feel humiliated. Instead, they are very happy that their accounts have been written off these days, and they are worried about another thing.

"I can't come here tomorrow?" Zheng Sanhun whispered, "Then where are we going? There is no place around us anymore."

"What if he doesn't matter, let's talk about it tomorrow. I'll go to the spring courtyards for a while later. Maybe I can get rich overnight."

Zheng Sanhun smiled foolishly, feeling that there was a possibility. He picked up the noodle bowl, took a sip of the air, and sucked the smell, "Or, sell your house."

"Bah, if you sell you, you can't sell my house. That's the ancestral property. My father asked me to swear that if the house is there, the house is lost and the house is killed, can I sell it?"

Zheng Sanhun smiled, never thinking that this brother was a person who valued oaths, and he was still hungry in his stomach, so hungry that he couldn't wait to get rich overnight. "Hu Guiyang never came back. It probably happened. His house was empty, which is a pity."

"Do you think I don't want to? I don't know where this kid hides the deed."

If you don’t have a house deed, you can’t sell the house. Zheng Sanhun licked his lips, and his hunger became even more intense. “It’s such a cold day, I really want to eat pot of meat soup.”

The two brothers had a good understanding of this kind of thing, and Jiang Erpi smiled knowingly, "Raising a dog for a thousand days, eating a dog for a while."

"It's something we feed."

"Yes." Jiang Erpi stood up and sat down slowly, "What if... Hu Guiyang comes back?"

"I don't believe he can come back, and I'm not afraid to come back. I just said that Dabing was stolen by some bastard."

"Let's go!" Jiang Erpi slapped the table excitedly, got up and squeezed towards the door, and said to the shopkeeper: "Get the jar of wine, one dollar will be calculated tomorrow."

The shopkeeper talked quietly with the guy and smiled at other guests.

Jiang Erpi waited for a while and went out in shame. Zheng Sanhun wanted to save face, snorted fiercely, and spat at the door.

As soon as the two left, the guests started to talk.

"These two scoundrels are going to figure out whose dog is going."

"They are similar to dogs on the street."

"If they were taken away this winter, it would have done a great thing."

Everyone burst into laughter, and the topic quickly turned to something else.

"Lao Zhang, have you found a god?"

Lao Zhang didn't say anything and drank slowly.

Another laughed and said, "Don't call him Lao Zhang, he has a great name, and he is called Zhang Wuchen, the immortal Taoist."

"Haha, I'm telling the immortal Taoist? Last year I took his mule cart, and I'm still giving him the way."

Everyone burst into laughter again, and Zhang Wuchen was not angry. He had already stopped rushing the car and changed into Taoist robe. He would not change it when winter was gone, he would not wash it if it was dirty, and he would not repair it if it was broken. His nails were left with long and he did have a bit of hermit spirit. Unfortunately, once he met an acquaintance, he would still be ruthlessly exposed.

"Don't laugh." His tone was different from before, and he deliberately stretched it out, as if he wanted to recite poems, but he was always in a state of preparation, "We are different."

"What's the difference?" After eating and drinking, the guests in the noodle restaurant like to joke, "Your clothes are unique than us."

"I have seen the gods." Zhang Wuchen habitually looked up at the sky, but only saw the dirty house beam. "What I saw with my own eyes is just ordinary people."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone laughed happier.

"I'm going to talk about Yunyang Mansion again? Okay, I love to listen to this, Zhang Wuchen, if it's wonderful, I'll give you a pot of wine."

"I'm not talking about books, it's a real thing." Zhang Wuchen didn't care about everyone's ridicule, and his face was as serious as if he wanted to reveal a big secret. "On the seventh day of the seventh month, the heavenly court came to the mortal world, covering at least five Yunyang City ground, and red light columns soared into the sky. As long as the mortals present had divine power..."

Someone shook his head, "It's the same old thing again, I'm not interested, so I won't invite you to drink."

Zhang Wuchen licked his lips, "This is a real thing, hundreds of thousands of mortals are present..."

"You said last time that there were more than 100,000 people, but today it changed?"

"Anyway, there are many people, who can find out?"

The shopkeeper likes such chatting, which can pass the time and please the guests. He smiled and said to a person in the corner: "Brother Song San, have you been to Yunyang Mansion in summer? Have you seen the gods?"

Brother Song San is a military householder. He was not on duty today and was dressed the same as the people. He hummed in a muffled voice, "Where did the gods come from? The officers and soldiers fought with the thieves for several battles, and many people died. Then the thieves dispersed, some received revenge, and some hid in the mountains. That's all."

Zhang Wuchen didn't care about ridicule, but he couldn't tolerate someone denying his statement. He suddenly blushed, "Are you in Yunyang Mansion on the seventh day of the seventh month? Where is the alchemy acupoint?"

"Danzu? It's just that someone set off a few fireworks. The thief was desperate and wanted to scare away the officers and soldiers by pretending to be a god, but he was defeated. Every time he did this, what's new?"

Zhang Wuchen was exposed in public and everyone laughed louder.

"Since you are in Yunyang, how dare you say you have never enjoyed the benefits of the Dan acupoint?"

"Benefits?" Song San Ge showed disdain and a little annoyed, "Three of our team of ten people died. I was sick and could not be fucked or worked. The whole family relied on the little military pay, and the boss had to deduct a little every month. What benefits did I get?"

Zhang Wuchen said embarrassedly, and the others felt embarrassed, so they persuaded him for a few words and lowered their heads to drink the soup.

Brother Song San was intrigued and sighed, "I haven't seen the gods, but I heard that there are many treasures. There are many thieves in Yunyang, one after another. Every time I die, I bury the snatched gold and silver treasures. There are all in and outside the city. It is said that many people dug up treasures, but unfortunately I don't have that good life."

Zhang Wuchen whispered to everyone: "After the gods left, many golden elixirs were left, which were what he called treasures. One piece strengthened the body, two pieces prolonged life, three pieces called wind and rain, and more than seven pieces could ascend to the ground."

"How many do you need?"

"I'm too late to start." Zhang Wuchen regretted it. "The best-quality golden elixir is all in five deep pits. Before I could take action, the deep pit was taken over by the officers and soldiers. Alas, I'm not lucky enough, and I'm afraid there will be no such opportunity in the future."

Brother Song did not refute this time, "There are indeed many deep pits, and the most buried gold, silver and treasures are all..." Brother Song made a complicated gesture, and everyone understood that it was referring to the eunuchs in the palace, "They took them away. I also heard that some of the rebels plundered several before they fled into the mountains, some rich tourists in the martial arts world stole a lot, and many officers and soldiers also took the opportunity to make a fortune."

"How many times have you made?" someone asked with a smile.

Brother Song San coughed and pointed at the old jacket on his body, "Do I seem to have caught it? Alas, it's the same everywhere. Honest people suffer losses. I'm just too honest and want to make contributions on the battlefield with real swords and guns. As a result, I'm doing worse than anyone else. All the credits were stolen and the treasures were not taken away."

No one likes to hear and complain. The guests turned around and talked about other topics in a low voice. Zhang Wuchen didn't want to listen. He picked up the noodle bowl with both hands, took a sip of the noodle soup carefully, and savored it carefully.

Brother Song San was bored, and he was silent for a while, and said, "There is a lieutenant in Jinyi who lives on this street. It is said that he has been greedy for a lot in Yunyang Mansion and dared not return to Beijing to see his superiors. He hid in Jiangnan with gold, silver and treasures. He is so brave and lucky."

When everyone mentioned gold, silver and treasures, everyone was in high spirits. Zhang Wuchen immediately said, "I know who it is, Hu Guiyang. It has been half a year and has not returned to Beijing. I must have found a place to practice secretly and plan to become an immortal."

The shopkeeper said a long time, "It's that Captain Hu. I can't tell that he is so brave. However, this man is quite righteous. He deliberately settled the accounts before leaving Beijing."

The guy said yelling, "Aren't those two guys just now just taking credit on us under the banner of Captain Hu?"

"Forget it, a little money is just taken as a blow from the wind, and it has nothing to do with Captain Hu."

The lieutenant of the Jinyi, gold, silver and treasures, ascension on the flat ground, was linked together, which greatly aroused the enthusiasm of the people and kept talking. Most people believed in Song San Ge's statement: the lieutenant named Hu must have been greedy for a large amount of gold and silver, hiding in the prosperous place in the southeast for leisure and happiness.

Zhang Wuchen was stubborn, "Let's wait and see. In a few years, he will become an immortal. Maybe he will revisit his hometown and scare you."

The small noodle restaurant is filled with laughter, mixed with the misty hot steam, making it look more and more warm and comfortable.

As soon as the store door opened, a cold wind was accompanied by a guest, and some guests were attracted.

It was a young man with a dusty face, with a blushing face. He seemed to have just finished a long journey. After entering the house, he sat directly at a table with few people and said to the shopkeeper: "Give me a bowl of sauerkraut noodles, add more sauerkraut, and then a pot of hot wine and boil the soup."
Chapter completed!