Bianjing Night Market is as bright as day.
Xu Choumu sells tea by the Yujiezhou Bridge for two cents a bowl. In his spare time, he held a reed pole in his mouth and was bored. At the third watch of the Royal Street, people were crowded with each other, singing was blowing, and the romantic affairs in the world were heard. He raised his eyebrows, not bothering to say a word. He only cares about who came to drink tea at what time, what clothes to wear, how many pennies he put in, and how many more pounds he harvested today.
Until that night, a girl in green shirt placed a copper coin on his table.
The next day, his tea shed was sold. And he, who was called "waiter" last night, suddenly found that everyone in the world wanted to buy him a "drink."
Intent: Destiny and choice: "A man who only wants to sell tea is pushed into the center of the world. How does he find his own way of living in a chess game that does not belong to him?" Truth and records: "When everyone is trying to rewrite history, a man with a good memory becomes the only truth." Daily life and legend: "The bloody chaos in the world is not worth a bowl of hot rice in the night market."