Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"Yes." Old man Hu replied, but in fact, it is impossible to eat without a second meal, and it is even more impossible to be full.

Zhang Ming shook his head, he knew that old man Hu was lying to him, how could begging for food and clothing.

He suddenly remembered something, and said to old man Hu: "Wait for me."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Ming hurried upstairs.

Old man Hu waited quietly. He sat in the tavern feeling uncomfortable. He really felt dirty and didn't want to stay any longer.

There were two jugs of wine and a pile of peanuts on the table. Although his chest was hungry and his back was pressed against his back, he still didn't thump.

"Dengdengdeng."

Zhang Ming walked down the stairs quickly, holding a piece of cloth in his hand, which seemed to be wrapped with something.

Sitting down again, Zhang Ming pushed the cloth-wrapped thing in front of old man Hu, and said to him, "Here, take it."

"Good man, this is..." Old man Hu stretched out his hand and lifted the cloth.

Two copper coins appeared in front of his eyes.

"This this……"

The moment he saw the copper coins, old man Hu wanted to cry, and a sob choked in his throat.

The old man received those two copper coins all the way from Xuzhou to Jian'an, and he remembered clearly what they looked like.

The old man was a little at a loss, he was a half body about to be buried in the ground, he wanted to cry but couldn't shed tears, he could only whimper.

Seeing this, Zhang Ming immediately stood up, wanting to appease the old man. He wanted to help him smooth his way, but old man Hu ran away directly.

"Good... don't touch good people, the old man is dirty." With sobs in his mouth, the old man Hu still didn't forget to hide aside to prevent Zhang Ming from touching him.

"Old man... just, let's go, let's go now, the old man interrupted."

The old man Hu speaks incoherently, he doesn't want to stay here anymore, he is afraid that he will behave too pitifully, and he will feel pity for a kind person.

Old man Hu even forgot to take his crutches, and limped towards the outside. His legs and script were not good, and his walking was full.

While walking, old man Hu made a choked sound.

His eye sockets were dry, and he couldn't shed a single tear. He was so old that he couldn't cry anymore.

Zhang Ming grabbed the copper coins on the table and chased after him, reaching out to stop old man Hu.

Who knew that the old man Hu avoided again, lowered his head and said, "Dirty! Don't touch the good people."

Looking at the trembling old man with his head bowed in front of him, Zhang Ming shook his head.

"No one is cleaner than you."

Old man Hu trembled all over, raised his head, his hands trembling.

The sentence that no one is cleaner than you lingered in Old Man Hu's mind, and the cry that had been suppressed for a long time was released at this moment.

"Sobbing..."

Even so, old man Hu didn't approach Zhang Ming, he just held on to the side door, trembling and whimpering...

Zhang Ming seems to have done something wrong.

For the first time, he felt a little stupid. Maybe Zhang Ming thought he was being kind, but to this old man, it was different.

The old man's cries were different, just whimpers, not even tears.

Before entering the tavern, the old man said that he was dirty, and when he entered the tavern, he despised himself for being dirty, so he was careful in what he said and did.

Seeing the sobbing old man, Zhang Ming felt a little distressed.

What has happened to make such an old man become so cautious.

No one is cleaner than you... No one is cleaner than you!

Chapter 116: Maybe it should be sweet

Zhang Ming didn't know when the old man had been waiting. The city gate was closed in the afternoon, and the tavern closed even later.

In other words, the old man has been waiting until now.

Perhaps he was hesitating, he had been hesitating since the afternoon, and he didn't make up his mind to knock on the door until the tavern closed.

If Zhang Ming didn't come to open the door, maybe the old man would spend the whole night at the door of the tavern, and he would probably leave before dawn.

"I'm kind of a kind person." Zhang Ming sighed in his heart.

At least in his opinion, a person of great kindness will never be like himself, he can only be regarded as a layman.

Old man Hu cried for a long time, and the tears that could not fall made people feel sad.

The old man may want a shoulder, just like falling on his father's shoulders, just like falling on his son's shoulders, but now, he has no one to rely on, and everything has become a luxury.

Zhang Ming didn't know how to persuade others, he only knew how to accompany him, his shoulders were not hard, maybe it was enough for an old man to cry once.

Some glamorous people who say they are clean may be the dirtiest; some people who look disheveled and dressed in rags and say they are dirty may be the cleanest.

Old man Hu gradually became silent, Zhang Ming was startled.

"Sleep." Looking down, he realized that the old man had fallen asleep, probably tired.

"You have no objection, right?" Zhang Ming looked at the sword on the wall of the tavern.

"Om."

The sword with the word 'wine' shook for a while, and then there was no response.

Zhang Ming smiled slightly, and hold back if you have any opinions. He helped the old man upstairs to the room, lay flat on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

Then I saw him take an oil lamp from downstairs, put it on the table beside him, and then took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote something sparsely, as if he didn't plan to sleep tonight.

"Dirty?" Zhang Ming shook his head, it's just that this world is a bit dirty and doesn't deserve you.

The sparse voices on the table have never stopped, and the writing is just trivial and trivial things in daily life.

After writing, the person who picked up the pen may have forgotten what he was writing.

He yawned and finally got sleepy.

I just remember that I wrote a small word in a daze, as the end of this word.

Why come to the world to surprise Hongguo, he is just a common person in the world.

It was not about the old man, but about himself.

The story of these two copper coins does not seem to be intended to end there.

.........

Early the next morning, Zhang Ming woke up from his sleep and slept on the table all night, his arms were still aching.

The quilt slipped off his body, Zhang Ming was stunned, bent over to pick up the quilt on the ground, and turned to look at the bed.

The bed was empty, Xiao Qi was nestled in the corner, but the quilt covered him.

"When did you leave?" Zhang Ming regained consciousness a lot.

He didn't understand that when the old man left, he didn't feel anything, no matter how he was, he was considered a man of cultivation, which shouldn't be the case.

Zhang Ming looked down at what he had written last night, and put it away carefully.

It's a little late today, and the door of the tavern seems to be open, but it's just closed together.

"Squeak."

Zhang Ming pushed open the door of the tavern, saw the person sitting on the steps, was slightly taken aback, and said, "So you didn't leave."

Old man Hu quickly stood up from the steps, and shouted respectfully to Zhang Ming, "Good morning, good man."

In fact, he also wanted to leave, but after he went downstairs, the door of the tavern opened by itself, but he didn't know how to close the door, and he was afraid that someone would enter the tavern again to make trouble, so he guarded the door of the tavern, Keep it until now.

"You don't need to call me a good person, just call me the shopkeeper." Zhang Ming said and was about to lead Old Man Hu into the tavern.

The old man Hu shook his head and said: "Since the good man is awake, the old man will go away. The good man should not leave me alone."

Old man Hu also took two steps back on purpose to prevent Zhang Ming from pulling him.

Zhang Ming withdrew his hand, thought for a while and said, "Can you make breakfast?"

"Ah?" Old man Hu was taken aback.

"Make me breakfast." Zhang Ming said.

Old man Hu was taken aback when he heard this, but then he grinned.

The old man smiled happily, he could finally do something for the good people, at least he was no longer a pitiful beggar.

Burning firewood and starting a fire, the old man was very familiar with the road. Zhang Ming watched him busy up and down, with a little sweat on his forehead, but he was very happy.

Old man Hu carefully looked at the contents of the pot, for fear of misplacing something, after all, his eyes are not good when he is old.

Zhang Ming looked at the burning firewood, and the crackling sound came out with sparks.

Maybe old man Hu's heart is as hot as burning firewood.

"good……"

"Call the shopkeeper."

"Uh, well, shopkeeper, the old man's cooking skills are not bad, but I'm afraid the shopkeeper won't be used to eating."

"I don't choose."

"That's good." Old man Hu stirred the vegetables in the pot, and thought of many things again. He wanted to say a few words, but he didn't say it.

Zhang Ming glanced at him and said, "Just say what you want."

Old man Hu shook his head and said with a smile, "No, no."

After all, the old man didn't say anything.

Zhang Ming thought, maybe old man Hu was thinking of his children. In the past, he also cooked for his family like this, but now he has no chance.

As for why the old man didn't say anything, maybe he didn't want Zhang Ming to feel sorry for him anymore.

The rice was cooked and the dishes were hot, Xiaoqi upstairs smelled the aroma and ran over.

"Meow?"

Xiao Qi looked at the ragged old man in front of him suspiciously, not knowing who he was.

"Shopkeeper, this is your cat." Old man Hu served the last dish.

"Yeah." Zhang Ming nodded, calling for Xiao Qi to come over.

Touching Xiaoqi's forehead, Zhang Ming said: "You are lucky with the breakfast this grandpa made today."

"Meow?" Xiao Qi was still a little puzzled, looking at the old man in front of him.

Old man Hu wiped his hands, scooped out the rice, and said to Zhang Ming, "Shopkeeper, you can eat."

"You forgot to serve it for yourself," Zhang Ming said.

Old man Hu shook his head and said, "I don't need it, old man. I'll go back and eat."

Zhang Ming nodded, but he didn't persuade him, because he was afraid that old man Hu would be scared away again, and it was not easy for Zhang Ming to be able to eat a meal from the elders.

Xiao Qi walked to Old Man Hu's feet and sniffed it carefully.

Old man Hu seemed to be afraid that the smell on his body would infect the white cat, so he took two steps back deliberately, still a little cautious.

"Meow." Xiao Qi leaped to the shoulder of old man Hu.

Old man Hu was taken aback.

"It doesn't bite, don't be afraid," Zhang Ming said.

"Meow." Xiaoqi stretched out his tongue and licked the stain on Old Man Hu's face, as if he didn't want Old Man Hu to be too dirty.

Old man Hu shuddered, even the shopkeeper's cat was so kind.

Zhang Ming picked up some dishes with chopsticks and put them in his mouth to taste them. They all tasted good.

But one dish went wrong.

The cabbage soup is sweet, maybe I misunderstood the salt and sugar.