Holding a bowl and chopstick in one hand and a wine glass in the other, He Bufan quickly walked to the table, put the wine glass on the table, picked up the wine bottle and poured wine into the cup. The wine bottle was ceramic, with a big belly and a small mouthful; the wine was made of white wine, made of pure grain, and the wine was filled with the fragrance of wine.

After pouring wine, He Bufan took a sip, and opened his mouth wide and said, "Good wine" immediately turned red, and he immediately picked up food to eat.

Qian Xiwu drank today and was almost thirty years old. He didn't want to drink, but he felt uncomfortable because he was drinking. Seeing that He Bufan was drinking, the smell of wine was fragrant, he was attracted by the wine, so he went to get the wine bottle. He shook it, put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and quickly went to the bowl rack to get the wine glass.

He held a glass in one hand and the bottle in the other hand. He walked back quickly. He poured the glass in full and put the bottle on the table. Before he could drink, he seemed to be drunk.

He put down his wine glass, picked up the rice bowl and took a few bites of rice, and picked up a few bites of dishes on the dining table.

After chewing the food in his mouth, Qian Xiwu picked up the wine glass and stretched it towards He Bufan: "Come on, take a sip."

He Bufan clinked his glass and took a sip instead.

Qian Xiwu drank a sip of wine, put the wine glass on the table, held the rice bowl and ate it, and then went to pick up the dishes on the table. "The wine is delicious, and the food is delicious." Qian Xiwu praised, his mouth full of stuff.

When He Feng saw He Bufan, Qian Xiwu all drank. He took the rice bowl and ate it to the bowl rack, took the wine glass, and walked back to the table. He put the wine glass, picked up the wine bottle and poured the wine.

When the shopkeeper saw this, he just put the food in his mouth. "This is your family. I have eaten my food. I have no porridge to grab my rice. Is there any drink?"

He Bufan drank a sip of wine, opened his mouth and said, "We are tired of working for your family. Drink some wine to relieve fatigue. When you lie down, you will sleep soundly." After saying that, He Bufan pulled the rice and went to the table to pick up a few bites of vegetables.

In the kitchen, everyone in the shopkeeper's house sat around the table to eat. Qian Xiwu, He Bufan, and He Feng and the other three were eating while standing, and they also stood drinking, putting wine glasses on the table, holding bowls and chopsticks.

Fei Teng cooked porridge with fire, covered the pot and added firewood to the stove. The fire was whirring, and it turned red when it hit his face. He felt that the fire was roasting his face.

The fire was high, and the pot started quickly. Fei Teng opened the lid of the pot and used a spoon to make porridge. The pot opened, and the smell of raw rice came out. The taste of rice became more and more mature with time.

The shopkeeper was unable to do so. He was hiding from the workers, but the workers rushed in and ate and drank wine without hesitation. He didn't want to eat his own meal.

The housekeeper greeted the customer in front of the carriage, sold a horse's liver, a horse's legs, and some horse's ribs. He held a sharp knife, and the knife was covered with oil.

The one who bought horse meat left, and the one who came to see the horse meat also left, and a few villagers came to this place.

"I've sold horse meat, they all have two copper plates per kilogram. Look at the horse meat, I'll cut you whoever I like." The housekeeper greeted the guests, looked back at the construction site, and looked at the workers.

"Hey!?" The housekeeper faced his body completely to the construction site, facing the collapsed house that had almost been razed to the ground. Where did the workers go? Where did the servants go? Where did Fei Teng, who was sitting on the chair? No one else was left?

"Is this a hell?" The butler's hands were oily and some blood. The sharp knife with blood and oil was on the butler's right hand and the knife collapsed to the house. The butler looked inside and outside the yard and saw no one.

"Where are the people?" the butler said.

The housekeeper took a step towards the collapse of the house and threw the matter of selling meat behind his mind. In his eyes, what was in front of him was impossible, and it was impossible for a person to disappear silently?

"Hey, you horse..." A guest wanted to ask if the horse had tenderloin. Seeing the butler walking towards the house where he had been picked up and smashed the wall, what did the butler seem to have seen? Seeing something incredible? He stopped talking and looked for the butler.

The housekeeper walked into the collapsed house and went around to see the workers, searched for the two servants, and found Fei Teng, who was sitting on the chair.

"He Feng?" The butler walked in the collapsed house.

"Qian Xiwu?"

"Why Bufan?" The butler was calling the workers' names.

When I arrived in the yard, the chair that Fei Teng sat on was quietly there and had never been moved.

"Fe Teng!" After seeing the chair that Fei Teng had sat on, he called Fei Teng and looked at both sides of the house.

"Why are the servants gone?" The housekeeper turned around and went to the construction site to find the servants.

There were no servants on the construction site. He looked at both sides of the house, but there were no servants.

"Hey?" The housekeeper walked into the yard and looked at people in the empty yard.

The yard was empty, and the butler arrived at the shopkeeper's house. He opened the door and looked in. "Hey, is there anyone?" The butler stretched his head to look in.

"Is anyone?" The house was quiet, I wonder if there was anyone?

The butler opened the door wide, slowly raised his feet, and walked into the room.

"Is anyone?" The housekeeper called the people in the house.

The housekeeper came to the table in the living room, and there was no sound in the room. The house was not like someone. This house was the house of the shopkeeper and his wife, and the workers could not come to this house.

"Qian Xiwu?" The worker didn't come to this house, but the butler called out tentatively.

No one responded, and the butler looked at his house and retreated.

The housekeeper left the house and closed the door. He looked at the yard and the construction site. "Hey! Are you still selling meat?" asked the customer who wanted to buy meat in front of the carriage.

The worker was gone all of a sudden, and those who worked were not working, and the servants were gone. There was no one in the shopkeeper's house. The housekeeper had no intention of selling horse meat again. He said, "I won't sell it for now."

The housekeeper wanted to ask questions, but they bought horse meat but saw the construction site. He only heard the man say, "What are you going to shout if you don't sell it?" I don't know if the man beat the carriage or kicked it off the carriage. The sound of hitting the wooden board came with a bang. The man left angrily and didn't say what to do when selling horse meat, and asked him to wait?

Seeing that the man had left, the housekeeper shouted to the person in front of the carriage, "I won't sell it for now."

The people gathered in front of the carriage muttered to each other and gradually dispersed.

Everyone was dispersed, and the courtyard was still as quiet as it was.

"Where have people gone?" The butler's hands were oily and some blood was on his palms and fingers. The sharp knife was covered with oil, and some blood was printed on the white and shiny knife.

The butler was thinking about the backyard, facing the south, and you can see the road to the backyard. The butler looked at the road and took the first step after looking at it.

The butler didn't leave very quickly. He was thinking about the backyard, Qian Xiwu and the others, the servants of this house, and even the people in the shopkeeper's house.

The housekeeper walked very slowly and walked to the south side of the house. He faced the backyard and walked towards the backyard with a knife. He didn't walk very quickly. He walked past the house and smelled the aroma of food and wine.

There was a sound of eating, the yard was quiet, and the sound of eating was heard by the butler. The butler looked at the room, and he and the village owner entered the room, with the door half open, blocking the view from the room. He looked up at the chimney of the house, which was smoking, rushed straight into the air, and disappeared into the air.
Chapter completed!