Library

This is a collection of short stories. "Legends of Old Shops" writes about more than 50 old shops in the Chenzhou area (now Huaiyang County, Zhoukou City, Henan Province). They operate in different industries, and the bosses' personalities, craftsmanship, and business methods are also unique. The same thing is that they are all quite legendary. Most of the shop owners are kind and chivalrous people. Many wonderful and profound stories have happened around these old shops, which are compiled into this book.

Yinghe Town is far away from Shouzhou, but there are so many Shouzhou people in the town that they form a street. There was a grand champion in Shouzhou. Three years of floods, three years of drought, and twenty years of drought. Rich families sold their fields, while poor families sold their sons and sons! It is said that it is not suitable to serve as an official in Anhui Province, as doing so will bring misfortune. Before Cao Cao came out, he kept using swords and guns for sixty years. Not only did Bo County suffer, but even Mengde's entire family died. Later, Zhu Yuanzhang appeared. Except for Ma Niangniang who enjoyed glory and wealth, most Fengyang people were unable to live in peace for many years. Later, it was this Sun Zhuangyuan who joined in the fun, who seemed to have wiped out all the "earth energy" at once, and made the people of Shouzhou even more miserable. The family has been unable to produce food for years, and the family has tens of thousands of dollars without harvesting any grain, and cannot make a single penny a day.

The next day, Lu Baoxiang weighed a bag of eggs and went to Dawang's house. Feng Mei heard the dog barking at the door. When she came out of the kitchen, she saw that it was Lu Baoxiang. She deliberately ignored it and walked back into the house. Lu Baoxiang forced a smile and said, Aunt Xie, you are really angry! Feng Mei still ignored it. At this time Dawang came out and greeted Lu Baoxiang very affectionately. Lu Baoxiang looked at him as if what happened yesterday had never happened. This kind of intimacy and generosity made Lu Baoxiang feel very abnormal. Lu Baoxiang looked into the kitchen room and saw Feng Mei sitting there with a sullen face. She thought to herself, these two people really know how to cooperate, one is negative and the other is negative. When Dawang saw Lu Baoxiang holding a bag of eggs in his hand, his overly affectionate face turned into an overly apologetic look, with a hint of blame. Look at you, you're here, why are you taking anything else?

The weather was particularly gloomy that day when the bandits opened the village. The mountain breeze came in from far away, swirling withered yellow leaves and paper scraps flying in the alley. There was a thick grayish-yellow color floating in the sky. Several fire places on the street occasionally flickered with light, unburned rafters, cotton wool, tables and chairs emitted streams of green smoke, and paper embers and cloth ashes fluttered on the ground in the wind. The pungent burnt smell lingered among the gaps in the crowd, reminding people of the horrific scene when a cloth shop in the town suddenly caught fire in the middle of the night many years ago. The open space at the cross street was populated by the men and women of the town. The vicious shouts of the bandits rang out all around, giving people a thrilling feeling. Several homeless dogs were barking at the gangsters from a distance with their tails between their legs. Following the melodious sound of gunfire, a dog whimpered and fell in front of a shop. Dirty blood flowed down the street toward the recesses.

To the east today, to the west tomorrow, there are green mountains and green water. I can't walk all the Chu Gorges and Qin Passes, and I can't fill the ponds of my heart. Cooperate with Xiang Yu with strength, cooperate with Cao Cao with wisdom, and worry about nothing in Chibi, Wujiang River. What are you busy with? Please sit quietly for a moment, think behind and ahead, have a quiet place and be at ease, don't let the good days of spring and autumn pass. This way comes, that way goes, the road is dusty and the post station is far away. You can't take away the white jade and gold, and you can't keep the beautiful face and white teeth. Wealth is as high as stone, noble as poplar, green and vermilion will eventually become a dream. What a shame! I advise you to unravel the numbers, buy a pot and guess three times and four. When you have a good drink, you must drink freely. It is most difficult for old friends to come in the wind and rain.

The open grassland is green and fluffy. The sun shines strongly from the eastern sky, and the dewdrops begin to melt. The green mist filled the sunlight, and then enveloped the grass, making everything ethereal and unreal. Du Kang, the god of wine, became more solemn and sacred in the mist, looking coldly at all the living beings in front of him. Dozens of stoneware wine jars are lined up like a group of upright old turtles with shrunken heads. The rough altar is dark in color, dignified and simple. The protruding belly of the altar is covered with bright red square paper. The bold word "wine" is written on the red square paper, which is bright and eye-catching. Not far away, there were more than a dozen octogenarian old men sitting in good spirits, staring at the wine jar with greedy eyes. A group of witches and witches dressed in strange costumes and with ferocious faces gave people the impression of facing hellish terror. The husbands were naked, with various patterns painted on their dark ridges of light. The sunlight dances between the gaps in the pattern, making it confusing. Standing in the middle were two naked dolls, with confused and dazed faces. There were large wooden basins placed in front of them.

It was eight o'clock in the morning on New Year's Day when the country woman came to the police station to report the crime. Wu Zheng was on duty that day. Wu Zhenglao glanced at the woman with his tiredness from last year, and asked her with his eyes what case did you report on New Year's Day? The country woman said that her man worked as a hired worker for a professional household and had not returned home on New Year's Eve. She waited all night until the sound of firecrackers went off next door, but she still didn't see her husband come back. Confused, she went to the village where the professional household was located. The professional household said that her husband had returned home yesterday morning and had received wages. She said she hadn't seen it, so the professional suspected that she was extorting money, so he gave her 100 yuan. She took one hundred yuan and came to report the crime. With that said, the country woman took out a wad of money from her waist and showed it to Wu Zheng. "What's your husband's name?" Wu Zheng asked. "Call Niu Zonghan!"