After kneading melon seeds and watching the show, Qin He stretched and wandered around Liucheng.

The army attacked the city, and the atmosphere in the whole city was tense and the streets seemed very depressed.

There were dead branches and leaves everywhere, mixed with ice and snow, and pedestrians came and went in a hurry.

There are very few shops that open.

The only thing that can be regarded as lively is the newly opened Qingniu Xianren Temple.

With the Feiyu Guard, three hundred soldiers and the young and strong guarding the city, the people spread to each other and the small abandoned City God Temple regained its popularity after being redesigned.

Qin He took a look and entered a tavern with a flat open two streets away.

The tavern is not big, with two or three tables, and the curtains are tightly tied. A stove is set up in the corner. As soon as you enter, you feel a warm breath exhaling on your face, which is very comfortable.

"Shopkeeper, how much wine and food can you eat?" Qin He sat at the table and greeted the shopkeeper.

Perhaps it was too early, there were no customers in the tavern, and only an old shopkeeper with white hair was wiping the counter table.

"Cough cough... Guest, please wait for a moment." The old shopkeeper coughed, and a smile rose on his wrinkled face.

After a while, the "good wine and good food" was served.

A plate of salt beans, a plate of pickles, a plate of dried plums, and a pot of wine.

"Shopkeeper, is that... that's all?" Qin He was a little disappointed. He was planning to come out to eat some meat.

"The guest official, that's all." The old shopkeeper shook his head slowly and said, "The dish is not good, but this plum wine was brewed by my grandson and daughter-in-law. When the guest official comes for the first time, you can try it, it has a unique flavor."

"Why did the shopkeeper know that it was my first time here?" Qin He was a little surprised. He changed his appearance and imitated the local accent. Unexpectedly, he was caught by the old shopkeeper at first sight.

"The loess is buried in the neck, and they are all doing business with neighbors. When new customers come, they will naturally know." The old shopkeeper smiled and poured wine for Qin He.

"You're welcome, shopkeeper."

Qin He quickly helped his hands and waited for the wine to fill up, and his eyes lit up.

"Good wine!"

The plum wine is slightly sweet, not choking or thorny, not dry in the mouth, and warm in the throat. The most especially the plum is fragrant, refreshing and comfortable to drink.

To make such fruit wine, good grain, water and good skills are essential. Picking plums must be the same as the season. If any link is missing, the wine cannot be brewed.

"Drink slowly, and the last pot of wine is left." The old shopkeeper slowly put down the pot.

"Only one pot left?" Qin He felt a little regretful and thought to himself that you want to have more. Buy a few jars and drink them slowly.

"This year, the plum trees outside the city have withered, and there will be no more plum wine in the future." The old shopkeeper shook his head, and his face was stained with a hint of loneliness and desolation.

"Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, thousands of trees are spring in front of the sick tree, old trees wither, new trees sprout, and they will flourish again in a few years." Qin He comforted.

As a result, the old shopkeeper shook his head and said, "No, even if there are plums, there will be no one."

"Why is this?"

Qin He asked with a smile, reached out and pushed away the bench next to him, signaling the other party to sit down and chat.

There is wine and food, but the story is gone.

Later, I chatted with the old shopkeeper and found out that this city not only experienced a severe drought, but also had a plague outbreak in the middle of the year.

The people in the city fled and died, and the plagues subsided until the cold winter plague subsided. Only less than 10,000 people were left in the city, which had originally been in the city for 40,000 to 50,000 people.

Nine out of ten neighbors are empty, and the tavern has no food or plums and no customers, so it has been unable to continue to operate it for a long time.

After selling this last little wine, you will close the business.

"Where are your grandchildren and granddaughter-in-law?" Qin He asked.

"I have escaped from the plague in the middle of the year. I originally planned to take me away, but my old bones were still there, so I stayed. I was lucky enough to survive the plague and survived the disaster, but I don't know what happened to my grandson and daughter-in-law who escaped from the plague." The old shopkeeper shook his head and sighed, with deep worries on his face.

Qin He couldn't help but feel silent.

There are constant natural disasters and man-made disasters in Lu, and bandits are everywhere. If you don’t escape, you will die. If you run away, you will die for a lifetime.

The old shopkeeper is old. If his grandson and daughter-in-law were unfortunately gone early, even if there were customers in the tavern, no one would make wine.

In the twilight years, the rest of his life was cool. The old shopkeeper ran a tavern for the rest of his life. This small tavern was his spirit.

Once a person loses his energy, he will be soon.

After a moment of silence, Qin He smiled slightly and said, "Shopkeeper, please relax. After the New Year, the soldiers in Lu are silenced, and your grandchildren and daughter-in-law will be back. The weather will be good for the next year, and there will be plums and wine."

The old shopkeeper was stunned and bowed and smiled, "Thank you to comfort me, I'm so lucky." His words obviously did not believe what Qin He said.

Seeing this, Qin He said again: "What I said is not nonsense, but the art of observing the face. Judging from the appearance of the shopkeeper, there are juniors who will die."

When the old shopkeeper heard this, his turbid eyes immediately lit up a little, and he hurriedly asked, "About this, can you take it seriously?"

"Of course it's true." Qin He nodded.

...

After a long time, Qin He left the tavern and was sent out by the old shopkeeper.

Walking on the empty streets, most of the houses around were broken and the snow was left uncleaned. They were all empty houses, and many doors and windows were still stolen.

The sparse smoke of cooking stoves rose, and the clouds were bleak.

Unlike the "hustle and bustle" at the canal pier, the only scene reflected in the chaos elsewhere is depression.

Living people are as hungry as ghosts, and their cities are as declining as ghosts.

The experience of the old shopkeeper is just a small microcosm of the troubled times.

Countless escapees left and never came back. No one knew where they went and disappeared without a trace.

When they are reincarnated in the prosperous age, the living space they leave will soon be filled with the new population.

It repeats itself, one cycle of reincarnation followed by another cycle of reincarnation.

Qin He has no motivation to interfere in such a process, or he does not know what the significance of such an intervention is.

He was just chasing the reward of burning corpses and walking forward step by step based on his feelings.

Unless, the technological revolution in later generations broke out.

But the question is, this is a world of low martial arts cultivation, where monsters and monsters can eat their sleeping bones, and strangers are rampant, will they be the same as in the future?

Qin He didn't know, just take one step at a time.

Back to the old shopkeeper.

As soon as the qi-looking technique swept away Qin He, he knew that the old shopkeeper's grandson and daughter-in-law were no longer alive.

The whole world is in chaos, and there are very few lucky people who survive in escaping, and most of them are just buried in another place.

But what Qin He said to the old shopkeeper was not a nonsense, but someone really would send the old shopkeeper to the old shopkeeper's death.

Life is so wonderful.
Chapter completed!