This year is just beginning, and it is the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan. West Lake is beautiful. Yangzhou, which is also in the south of the Yangtze River, is even more gurgling and prosperous. The March sun shines through the weeping willows on the shore, passing through the spring breeze, falling mottled in the water, in the fog and in people's hearts. The orioles cries gently, and the swallows fly up and down in the clouds, with unlimited scenery.

There is a small hill seventy miles west of Yangzhou City, and there is an unknown village in the mountains. The people in the village live a dull life of sunrise and working and resting in and out. The fishermen and woodcutters do not care about the world and are content with their own affairs; the weaver is self-sufficient and happy. But six years ago, a young couple came here with a child. The arrival of the couple did not have any impact on the life here. The young couple bought a store from the old Wu of the Liu family who moved out and opened a tavern. With the mastery of the boss

The winemaking skills and the boss's cooking skills, the small business in the tavern is quite prosperous. There are very few passers-by in the village, and it is hard to see one a year. The villagers are full of curiosity about the couple. However, as time goes by, the family is familiar with more than a dozen families in the village. There are several hunters in the village and a blacksmith. The blacksmith's craftsmanship is very good. The farm tools you can use for eight or nine years without changing them. He also gets to fight the weapons from the Yangzhou City Lord's Mansion. Every time after the iron is beaten, the blacksmith will come to the tavern to find the old one.

Drink a few cups of the strongest wine on the board. The boss's wife always serves her gently, and sometimes she will blame the blacksmith for getting the boss drunk. Those hunters often go out to cook some wild game for the boss's wife to cook it once every half a month, and can maintain their life. The hunters say this is their ancestral teaching. If you hunt too much and can't eat it, it's better to leave a way out for those animals. For six years, the tavern is full of humanity and many warm stories, and the child also runs from his mother's arms to the ground.

, on the mountains and in the river. Children always wander outside. Today they go to the fields of this family to steal some peas, and tomorrow they go to the house to catch two chickens, but they don’t eat them. They put them back after they have enough fun. The villagers laughed and cried at him, and the villagers gave him a nickname - "The Demon King". Only the westernmost part of the village, who seemed to be over 80 years old, gave him a bad name, called "Aniu". Six years, silently, accompanied by the growth of the children, the aging of their parents, and the calm life passed slowly.

Early this morning, the boss opened the door to do business as usual. As soon as the door opened, he found an old man standing at the door. He was not from the village, and the boss was a little surprised. But the old man was dressed in short and tattered clothes, with three points of morning dew; his feet were outside, and the darkness was covered with mud and dirt on his way. He had a bun on his head, and a few strands of white scattered from the side, but the dirt on his face made it difficult to tell his face. His eyes were energetic, but extraordinary. The old man had a bamboo stick in his left hand and a whisk in his right hand. He was skinny and bony. He stood in the fog in the morning, trembling, as if he would fall down at any time.

"Old man, the shop has not opened yet. Come in and sit for a while and wait for a while." The boss turned sideways and let the old man enter the house. The old man nodded slightly, bowed, and shouted: "Amitabha Buddha." Then he walked into the house.

"The frost and dew are heavy outside. Thank you for thinking about my old bones and giving me a moment of shelter." The old man coughed twice and thanked me softly. The boss shook his head and said nothing, and slowly packed up. At this time, the boss's child A Niu finished washing up and was about to go out to pick some wild vegetables and mushrooms, and then went to buy some fresh meat with hunters in the village. But he saw an old man sitting in the lobby. The old man was holding a handful of things he had never seen before. He was curious and went to ask for it: "Grandpa, I look at this thing as novelty. Can you lend me some fun? I will definitely not break it."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, thinking of teasing the child: "It's okay to lend it to you, but I don't know your name yet. If there is a mistake in my thing, who will I ask for you? Unless you are willing to tell me your name, I will lend you."

The child was also weird and his eyes turned: "I don't know my name either, so you might as well guess yourself, grandpa."

"I don't know?" The old man frowned. Seeing that the child was full of spiritual platforms, he thought he was smart, but never thought he was a fool. He didn't even know what his name was.

"Hehe, yes, the villagers call me the Demon King of the World, Grandpa Wu calls me Aniu, and his parents call me Zangfeng. I have three names, and even I don't know what I call it myself." Aniu laughed.
Chapter completed!