Dong! Dong! Dong!... Dong! drum sounds.

Guobei County has never had any major problems. Even if there are any cases, they are usually small cases such as stealing or fraud.

Beating drums and making trouble is a rare and lively scene for the peaceful Guobei County.

Early in the morning, the county government office was surrounded by people from the neighboring streets who came to join in the fun.

A woman was kneeling in front of the county government office. The woman knelt in the middle of the crowd expressionlessly, repeating the movements of getting up, beating the drum, and kneeling down.

After a while, all the servants from the county government arrived, and the late county magistrate rushed to the court for trial.

The woman walked into the county government gate.

The next day after beating the drum and making trouble, a young man in a black cloth dress was slowly drinking soy milk at a fried cypress stall in Guobei County.

The boss who was frying cypresses for the guests and the diners waiting to eat the fried cypresses started chatting like this.

"Have you heard it?" The diner asked suddenly while staring at the fried cypresses that were rising and falling in the oil pan.

"It's probably a lunatic." The boss was busy taking care of the oil pan and said without raising his head.

Their mindless conversation aroused Han Qiufen's interest. He slowly slowed down his breathing frequency, steadily drank the soy milk in the bowl, and turned his attention to the group of diners around him.

After staying in this stall for half an hour, Han Qiuequin finally combined these scattered news and sorted out an interesting and weird story.

As soon as the woman entered the yamen, she said to the magistrate who had just been promoted to the hall that someone was dead.

This sentence caused a sensation in the hall. Guobei County, who had been calm for a long time, suffered a life, and everyone could not calm down.

The magistrate immediately became serious and asked in detail about the incident.

Just when the magistrate asked about the woman's location of the crime, she was about to send a yamen runner to the scene, the woman suddenly said that someone had died in two days, but she still didn't know where the crime was.

Dead in two days? Then are you dead now?

If you haven't died, where did you get the crime?

When the county magistrate first heard the news, he was as confused as these people. After asking twice, the woman did not change her words. The impatient county magistrate sent someone to drive her out of the county government.

"Someone died two days later, but I don't know where the crime happened."

The county government is located on the most prosperous street in Guobei County. This street is very special because it is the only street paved with bluestone in the county.

Of course, this street cannot be built by the yamen. After all, these officials still need money to support the famous brothels, the county's dignitaries and talented young masters were also built on this street. The street in Wubei County is called Dengke Street, and the brothel is called Qingyuanlou.

The person who built this street was a rich man from Guobei County, with his surname Zhou, and everyone called him Zhanggui Zhou.

The reason why he built this street was because five autumns ago, Mr. Zhou's father, the old shopkeeper, happened to be interested in a shop. In order to facilitate his father's trip, Mr. Zhou renovated the street where the shop was located, with bricks and stones as the bottom, fine sand covering the bluestone.

There are also many pear trees planted on both sides of the road, so that when the wind rises and leaves fall, the old man can see the snow in the south, with the fragrance and snowflakes flying.

Craftsmen were specially found on both sides of the road to build sewage pipes for culvert discharge.

When the old shopkeeper saw this situation, he said that he was a man and was very handsome. He quickly bought and built several properties along the street to retain them. As expected, everyone liked a good environment, and the great officials were the most famous.

After Dengke Street was repaired, all the delicate girls in Qingyuan Building moved here.

One after another, the best restaurants in the county moved, and all kinds of shops, and the pawns and vendors who usually walk on the streets moved.

As soon as the Zhou family and son discussed it, they named the street, Dengke Street.

Mei said: It is like passing the imperial examination. So this place became the most prosperous place in the entire county, and the Zhou family and his son made a fortune.

It is the only restaurant in the county that specializes in making mutton, and it is even the only one in several surrounding counties.

So diners are endless, and the way to eat mutton from the north becomes smaller in the south.

There is only one mainstream mutton in Guobei County: hot pot.

Don’t slice the mutton, cut it into pieces, and blanch the meat sections and mutton offals in water in advance with rhubarb cooking wine.

Take the most fatty muscles and crushed sheep bones, and put them in a large pot and simmer for three hours.

After the diners are in place, set up a small pot with carbon added in the middle, isolate the surroundings, add broth separately, and stew with pepper, red dates and medicinal ingredients.

The mutton is put into the pot in a ratio of two liang of mutton and one liang of mixed mutton. Blanch the mutton first. When the stock is boiling, take a small bowl with white white walls, scoop a spoonful of leeks that are equal to the size of the size, brew it in the stock and let it sit aside.

Dried chili, grind into powder.

Mix the chopped peanuts, minced garlic, and salt, put them in a small bowl, add a spoonful of broth and put them into the bowl to flush the base.

The sheepskin is connected to lean meat and then a little fat. After clamping it, dip it in dipping sauce and feast on it.

It was almost noon when Han Qiuqiu equinox arrived at the restaurant. Although it was broad daylight, the weather was always much colder after autumn than before.

The winery was already busy. Han Qiufen glanced inside and kidnapped his sleeves. He was here to be a choreographer.

There were endless guests, and Han Qiufeng was busy until the closing time was closed at night. Usually he was only responsible for cleaning the leftovers of diners. Today he had to be a hall to help the guests order dishes.

"Although the mutton pot is fragrant, I have smelled it for a day, so I should take a breath." After slacking off, Han Qiufen thought about this in his heart, rubbed his shoulders and walked towards the door of the store.

Along the street, someone was getting closer and closer to the mutton winery.

After entering, he was a young man.

He wore a square scarf made of blue cloth, a gray robe, a pair of cloth shoes, and a bookcase behind him, dressed in an ordinary scholar.

Han Qiuequn was watching this scholar, and the scholar was also watching him.

What impressed the scholar's facial features was his eyebrows, which were as black and thick as two machetes.

He has an ordinary appearance and nothing strange about his clothes. However, the eyebrows are a little more eye-catching.

"Close? Man." The scholar took a step forward, then stopped moving and asked.

Han Qiufen looked at him and nodded.

The scholar looked very disappointed, tilted the outside of his foot to the ground, then turned his head and said goodbye, then raised his foot and walked away.

Han Qiufeng watched him step into the darkness, turned around and returned to the tavern. After closing, he had to finish the final cleaning work before returning to the Land Temple.

The scholar was standing on an eaves just now, and the cold wind blew at night and his clothes and bookcases were roaring. He looked like he was waiting for something.

After a while downstairs, Han Qiufeng also completed the finishing work for tonight. He stepped out of the door and walked towards the Tudi Temple first.

On a cloudless night, the bright moon hangs next to the eaves with the sky.

The scholar's gray robe shone with moonlight under the moonlight, and the autumn wind blew the branches.
Chapter completed!