Chapter 106 Drunk in the Breeze

Chapter 106 Drunk in the Breeze

Chapter 106 Drunk in the Breeze

Ping'an Inn on Shilipu has been in the spotlight recently.

The store launched a fine wine called 'Zui Qing Feng'. Those who have tasted it say that it is three times more mellow than 'Jiang Jun Ling' from Miao Yin Pavilion in Huazhou City, which has attracted many drinkers to visit.

However, the innkeeper had a strange personality and seemed to have a grudge against gold and silver. He only sold the "Zui Qing Feng" at one-third of the price of the "Jiang Jun Ling". He also set a rule that ten kilograms of food would be sold every day until they were sold out. This aroused the greed of the drunkards, but he only cared about killing and not burying them.

As a result, the name of Ping'an Inn spread throughout Huazhou City.

It is not yet noon.

The waiter hung a wooden sign outside the door saying "Zui Qing Feng Sold Out".

There were six wooden tables in the lobby of the inn, half of which were occupied by guests, most of whom came for the reputation of the wine.

"Waiter, can you give me another half pound? I'll pay three times the price."

"I'll pay five times the price, and you can sell two more kilograms. Rules are rules. You have to open a business and don't mess with money."

"Yes, your wine is good, but you only sell 10 kilograms a day, and you also stipulate that each table can only sell 8 taels. Just when I was tempted by the wine bug, you just ignore it? You tell me... How can you do business like this in the world? Isn't this against money?"

The diners in the hall started to make a noise, most of them were joking and not trying to cause trouble.

The fair-skinned waiter looked at the counter and rolled his eyes: "There's nothing we can do about it. My boss said, 10 catties per day, 8 taels per table. Even if someone offers ten times the price, we can't break this golden rule."

The man who looked like a wealthy businessman said with a smile, "Little Second Brother, talk to the boss and ask him to earn more money so that he can hire two more assistants. This way, you don't have to work so hard all by yourself and get so tired."

The waiter at the flour shop looked at the counter again and said with a smile, "Sir, you are joking. My boss is a kind-hearted man. He would rather suffer than burden us, his employees."

Behind the tall counter, there is a rattan chair, and on the small table there is a cup of brewed tea and half a plate of fennel beans.

The young man was lying leisurely on the chair, holding a book in his hand. The contents of the book were obscure and difficult to understand, mostly names of meridians, acupoints, and acupoints. It looked like a doctor's medical book.

From time to time, he would dip his fingers in tea and draw something on the stool. He was completely immersed in the knowledge in the book and turned a deaf ear to the noise in the classroom.

"Oh!"

The counter shook violently with a loud noise.

He slammed his palm down on the counter.

The man was wearing a small jacket with his chest exposed, and his round belly had three tufts of yellow hair. He was ugly, with a half-smile on his face. He squinted his eyes as he looked at the customers sitting in the store, with the air of a street ruffian.

"Have all the people in Ping An Inn died? Why don't you come out to greet the distinguished guest?"

The young man behind the counter turned over, supported his head with one hand, and turned his face to the wall.

Seeing this, the ruffian was about to attack again.

The waiter came over quickly and said with a smile, "Sir, please take a seat."

"Take a seat? That's not necessary. The boss is a coward, but you, a white-faced rabbit brother, are the one who steps forward. Peace Inn, hehe, it's really interesting."

"What do you want, sir? It's the same if you tell me."

The scoundrel squinted his eyes and sneered, "Order? Let me ask you, isn't Ping An Inn an inn? It's just a place for sleeping, why are you doing the wine business?"

The waiter glanced at him and frowned slightly: "Sir, you may not know that since ancient times, the business of inns is not only about sleeping, but also about food and wine."

"So you care about sleeping too, then you white-faced bunny brother, go to sleep with me upstairs now." The rascal grabbed the waiter's wrist...

The drinkers in the hall also realized that the visitor had ill intentions. Some kind-hearted people were about to stand up and protest for injustice, but were stopped by their friends who secretly glanced at them, clearly showing that they were extremely afraid of the visitor.

Someone who knew him whispered, "He is Zhu Laosan, nicknamed 'yellow-haired big bug' by the people in the market. He is the most scoundrel in Huazhou City. He has some martial arts skills, is not afraid of death, and relies on his uncle's connections in the Huazhou government. He is a tough guy to deal with. Anyone who touches him will be skinned alive."

"The big yellow-haired tiger declared in public that Huazhou City would be under the jurisdiction of Liu Zhizhou during the day, and after the sun sets, it would belong to Zhu Laosan."

"But this Ping An Inn is located outside the city at Shilipu. What does it have to do with him? Why would he travel ten miles to cause trouble?"

Someone with discerning eyes looked at the wooden sign that said 'Zui Qing Feng is sold out' and whispered, "I think it's probably the wine that caused the trouble. The man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure. The owner of the Ping An Inn is a newcomer, so how could he know the twists and turns involved?"

The waitress leaned back to avoid the grab. She took two steps back, put down the wooden tray in her hand, and the smile on her face turned cold: "Are you here to cause trouble?"

"that is not."

When Zhu Laosan saw that the other party dodged, he was neither surprised nor took any further action. He just shook his head like a rattle.

"They say drinking causes trouble, drinking causes trouble, but I haven't even drunk anything, so how can I cause trouble? Wouldn't that be unreasonable? Wouldn't it seem like I'm deliberately causing trouble for your Ping An Inn? If people get out, the neighbors will gossip about how uncivilized Zhu Laosan is."

"Can you buy me eleven kilograms of that damn drunk Qingfeng wine?"

"The wooden sign outside..."

Zhu Laosan waved his hand and said with a smile: "I can't read! Go and weigh eleven catties of Zui Qingfeng. If you are one or two catties short, I will tear down your inn."

He walked into the hall, picked up a guest and threw him heavily onto the table with food and wine. The cups, bowls and dishes immediately fell to the ground with a clatter. He laughed loudly, picked up the bench and sat in the middle of the hall.

"No one is allowed to leave!"

The guests were angry but dared not say anything. Some of the cowardly ones wanted to go out along the wall, but they were frightened by a loud shout and their legs went weak and they stood there in a daze.

"Whoever leaves is not giving me, Zhu Laosan, face."

Zhu Laosan glared with his eyes wide open and simply took off his jacket, revealing three tufts of yellow hair on his belly. He sat cross-legged on the bench like a live animal, and he really lived up to his nickname of the yellow-haired tiger.

Yue Jian felt angry. She was not a person with a good temper, but she did not take this inn seriously, so she said a few nice words to this troublemaker. Now that she saw that he was not moved, there was no need to be polite anymore.

She sneered, "My boss said, when friends come, there's good wine, when jackals come, there's fists."

"Fist? All the bones in my body are itching."

Zhu Laosan sat on a bench with his horse and golden sword, squinting at the thin waiter.

The waiter quickly stretched out his left hand and grabbed the yellow-haired tiger's shoulder joint.

"Then I'll loosen up your muscles!"

Yue Jian is not good at martial arts, but he is a man of the world after all, so it should be enough for him to deal with a thug from the street.

Zhu Laosan sneered and shook his shoulders. A mixed internal force came over him. Yue Jian was caught off guard. His body swayed and he staggered back a few steps. He kicked the door sill before he could steady himself.

"Mr. Rabbit, are you giving me a massage?"

(End of this chapter)