Lu Zhaoxue traveled to Dayan at a bad time. The soldiers in the border town were at war with the enemy country, and the wine shop opened by the original owner's uncle might not have been open for many days.
She was very desperate in her heart, thinking that there was no good place to travel to, but she ended up traveling to such a war-torn place! But her uncle, who had just finished drinking mutton soup and was lying on a rocking chair basking in the sun, lazily comforted her: "The Duan family army is here, Zhaoxue, don't worry."
On the night of New Year's Eve, Duan Jiajun really returned from a victorious battle under the bright moonlight. The leading general asked his uncle for a bowl of sake with a clear voice.
There was no need for Lu Zhaoxue to leave his hometown, so Lu Zhaoxue could help in the restaurant with peace of mind. But after the war, there were very few merchants coming and going, and business was not good. My cousin was studying and had to be handed over for repair, and my uncle and aunt looked sad every day.
Lu Zhaoxue rolled up her sleeves and helped reorganize the restaurant...
Later, the wine shop became an inn where merchants from all over the world stayed. The diners who came here were full of praises. It was hard to find a place for the storyteller. When Xing Mu took a picture, the whole house applauded.
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Duan Chuanliu has been a soldier for half his life, and he thinks that except for his beloved swords, horses, and most importantly, good wine, he has never given a second glance to anything else in his life.
But that New Year's Eve night, he couldn't remember how beautiful the moonlight was, how cold the sake was, but he could only remember the startling glance beside the carved window lattice.
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"On the New Year's Eve of the year when I spoke, it was dark and windy. General Duan sneaked into the enemy camp on a snowy night and single-handedly entered the enemy camp with a sword and a horse..."
The storyteller on the stage was reaching the climax of his speech, and the spectators in the audience widened their eyes and stretched their necks to wait for the follow-up.
Shopkeeper Xiao Lu bypassed everyone and angrily ran towards the man who was leaning against the door, eating melon seeds and listening to books.
"Duan Chuanliu! You stole some wine through my window last night, right?"
"No, no! No, no!"
"Huh?"
"I climbed through the window. I didn't steal any wine." But I secretly kissed.
General Duan was pulled out by his collar.
The storyteller on stage had an idea and risked being fired by changing the story of the next scene to "The general climbed out of the blue window at night, and the pretty shopkeeper scolded his lover in public."
Since then, every venue has been full.
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