Today, Han Qiuequin arrived at the store very early, and there was still one day. Everyone was curious whether someone would die after two days.

Guobei County is rarely a little turbulent, so most people look at this matter with the mood of watching the show.

Whether this woman is talking nonsense or is it true, it will be revealed soon.

Discussions about this matter can be heard everywhere in Guobei County now, and the wine shop is no exception.

In the morning, Han Qiu Equinox saw someone taking advantage of this to open the plate.

The one with the highest odds now is whether people will die, and the other is where the crime occurred.

Han Qiuyin was also very curious, so he planned to close today and prepare two taels to "get a drink" to find Mr. Wei for a drink and listen to his opinion on this matter.

Han Qiufen, who was cleaning the table, found that there was a shadow suddenly in front of the table, so he raised his head and looked at it, then lowered his head again, without moving his mouth, but his movements were obviously much faster.

The scholar's bookcase was not sure where he went, so he carried his hands on his back. Taking advantage of the sunlight, he stepped into the door of the mutton winery, and without waiting for the waiter to greet him in the hall to take his seat, he walked towards Han Qiuequn, who was still packing the table. Without saying a word, he stood quietly by the side and waited quietly.

"Don't you make a bet?" the scholar spoke.

Han Qiuequin didn't say anything, hung the wet rag on the handle on the bamboo tube that contained the tableware, sorted out the things, and prepared to lead the bamboo tube away.

Bang! The bamboo tube that had just left the table was held by a white but powerful hand, and then pressed back to its original place. The scholar used a lot of force, and the bowls and chopsticks in the bamboo tube were shocked and a lot of noise was made.

The guests at several tables around him stopped talking and looked at Han Qiuequn and the scholar.

Han Qiufen bowed to the surroundings, apologized to the disturbed guests around him, and then glanced at the scholar's hand on the bamboo tube.

Han Qiufei's palm that was about to fall was instantly tense, and his five fingers were pointed at the sword. He stepped forward and brushed the sword's finger from bottom to top.

Han Qiuequn's fingers lit up on the scholar's wrist like lightning, and the scholar's hand quickly released like a fire.

Han Qiuequin's other hand went up and controlled the bamboo tube again.

Han Qiufen, who held the bamboo tube with one hand and carried the other, straightened up and looked at the scholar with his eyes motionless.

He was waiting for the scholar to explain.

"Don't look at me like this, just think I was just joking." The scholar shrugged, raised his wrist in front of him, and tried gently to turn around.

There were no scars in the place I just clicked, but the scholar himself knew that under the unprepared finger just now, his hand bone had been injured by this servant.

The scholar raised his dark eyebrows, carried his hands behind his back, shook his front and sat down.

I never paid attention to the Han Qiu Equinox again.

Seeing that the scholar was gone, Han Qiuequin continued to be busy.

Until the afternoon, the official sent a notice that a curfew was imposed tonight and that every household would close the household on time.

The mutton winery closed a lot earlier than usual. After squeezing two taels of knives, I saw the scholar who was leaving the account and walking out.

Han Qiufen raised the burning knife in his hand and shook it towards the scholar.

The scholar was stunned for a moment, and immediately came to his senses and walked towards Han Qiuequin.

As the sun sets, the sunlight renders the road into a rich golden color. The red and golden light also changes the color of the sky. Some sunsets are light pink, while others are light purple.

One after another, it is so beautiful.

Han Qiu Equin walked in front of him, and the corners of the black cloth clothes swayed with the pace.

The scholar followed not far behind him with his hands on his back, looking down at his feet, as if every step was a measured distance.

Before the curfew, the two entered Mr. Wei's hut.

The sound of the fingers knocking on the door seemed very harsh on the quiet night.

"Here you come!" Mr. Wei's voice came from the room, and then the sound of footsteps also went from far to near.

The creaking door was pulled open.

Mr. Wei did not show up at the door, and it was obvious that he had opened the door and ran back to the inner room.

Han Qiufen glanced at the scholar and walked into the house. The scholar was not polite and followed closely, entered the house, closed the door, and inserted a wooden plug.

The back hall of the house is the kitchen, and the stove on the stove is already filled with firewood.

The room was filled with the smell of firewood and charcoal. Mr. Wei was squinting his glasses and sitting in the room peeling garlic.

Beside me are green peppers cut into thin strips and a whole plate of pork belly with an even size and chopstick thickness.

Han Qiuequn brought the wine into the back hall and skillfully took out a small white wine pot, a small blue porcelain carved cup, and a rough small wine glass made of clay from the cabinet.

The blue porcelain carved wine glass is for scholars, and the clay cup is for Mr. Wei.

The spirits are hot on autumn nights, so be sure to burn them before drinking them.

After the scholar entered the house, he began to look around. Although he didn't say anything, the thick eyebrows that kept changing positions showed his inner curiosity.

Mr. Wei was still sitting there, but the garlic was peeled and he was now pounding the garlic paste. He didn't look at Han Qiufen or pay attention to the scholar.

The scholar stood for a while and found a place where there were no objects, and sat down on the ground.

Han Qiuyin was waiting for the wine to be boiled, but Mr. Wei had finished brushing the pot and served it on the stove.

Heat the pot, add lard and stir-fry until smoked, add the mashed garlic, then quickly add the chopped shredded pork, stir-fry for a while, then add the cut green pepper segments, add salt, add a few drops of sesame oil, add a little soy sauce, put the wine and vegetables out of the pot.

Add a dish of salt peanuts.

Mr. Wei had an unrestrained excitement in his eyes and kept licking his lips.

As soon as Han Qiufen entered the house, he saw the "Get out."

Mr. Wei’s food was ready, Han Qiu Equin’s wine was also hot, and the scholar also put away his curiosity and walked towards the square table.

The scholar did not introduce himself, and Han Qiufen did not mean to introduce the scholar. Mr. Wei only cared about drinking and eating vegetables.

"The wind and storm are coming, the building is full of wind." Mr. Wei has already drunk it.

"Xu Yonghui's poem is not very appropriate to describe it? Your little land is just a house."

The scholar took a blue porcelain carved wine glass and took a photo in front of the candle, and replied in a daze.

Han Qiuequin glanced at the scholar and said nothing.

He picked up the wine pot and helped Mr. Wei add a glass of wine. Then he lifted up the chopsticks and fed a peanut into his mouth.

"There is also a hut in the hall, and everything is going to happen." Mr. Wei raised his head and looked at the scholar.

The scholar did not change his movements, and he still held the small blue porcelain wine glass in his hand and observed it carefully along the side.

"The cup is good. As a guest, I use porcelain cups, and as the master, you use mud cups." The scholar looked at the cup and muttered.

Mr. Wei still had a little wine left in his cup, and he wanted to drink it slowly, "It doesn't matter what you drink. Look, what you drink with a porcelain cup is also my wine." Mr. Wei stuffed a sip of side dishes into his mouth and said.

After hearing this, the scholar shrugged, curled his lips without comment, and said no more.

Han Qiufen looked at the eaves of the window and could vaguely hear the sound of the officer patrol outside.

Tonight, a curfew.

From the beginning of the Han Qiu Equinox, this is the first curfew in Guobei County.

Mr. Wei glanced at the wine glass in his hand and drank it dry in one sip.

Then he slowly lowered his head and muttered:
Chapter completed!