Yue Qiyun looked up at the sky, and her eyes showed anxiety. She no longer had the intention to talk to Xiao Guangbei, and she took the lead in walking down the mountain.

"Hey, you just let me go?" Xiao Guangbei shouted at Yue Qiyun's back, but no matter how he nagged, Yue Qiyun just closed his mouth and ignored him.

In desperation, Xiao Guangbei had to wear the rather incompatible clothes, endured the pain and followed Zhaoyue behind him, and walked down the mountain.

Qingsongling is an inconspicuous mountain in the vast Songliao Mountains. Only after passing Qingsongling can you truly enter the 100,000 mountains of the Songliao Mountains.

The small town at the foot of Qingsongling is naturally Qingsong Town. Qingsong Inn is a small inn closest to the mountain road in the town. Compared with the Yaoyuelou Inn where Yue Qiyun stayed before, this place is so small that it cannot be even smaller.

At dusk, the sun had completely sunk into the horizon. On the dusk path, the villagers of several surrounding villages were almost wearing coarse cotton coats and trousers, and old patches on their elbows and knees.

The owner of Qingsong Inn is a thin woman in her forties. She is sitting bored in her inn hall in the black and deserted inn, stir-frying melon seeds. The melon seeds on the ground are piled up, and no one is coming to clean it.

No wonder she is so lazy. Only when the weather is warm in Qingsongling will merchants come in to collect some furs and herbs from the mountains. In this season when the mountains are covered with heavy snow, even the nearby mountain people rarely come out. They can't see a single guest all day long.

It is winter now. Except for the nearby mountaineering people who often go to the mountains to hunt and dig ginseng, there are almost no outsiders entering and leaving Qingsongling.

"Madam, what are we going to eat tonight?" Suddenly, a loud sound came from the guest room behind. Immediately afterwards, a big black man hurried into the hall and slashed the melon seeds all over the floor.

"Eat, you know how to eat!" The thin woman spit out the melon seeds in her mouth, stared at her four-blank eyes and cursed impatiently: "I have no input all day, and I still want to eat?"

The black man was burly, with a black beard all over his face almost connected to his eyebrows. His messy hair was tied to his head by a coarse cloth rope. He was wearing cotton clothes and pants like ordinary mountain people. He was tied with a cowhide belt that was wide across his palms around his waist, and a short knife was tied around his waist. The wooden handle looked very smooth because of frequent rubbing. He was tied with leg gaits and a pair of aconitum cotton shoes on his feet. He naturally had a hint of ruthlessness during his movements.

But such a fierce man, when he was looking at the thin woman, he smiled and looked vaguely flattering.

"Didn't we slaughter a fat sheep a few days ago? How could we deal with it? I said that the house would give me white meat and a pot of old wine to stew it in the pot?" The man walked up to the woman, rubbed his hands with a smile, and pulled a simple wooden stool next to him and was about to sit down.

"Do you know that this happened a few days ago? You have eaten up all the meat!" The woman rolled her eyes and kicked the man on the ladder of the stool where the man was sitting. The man almost sat on the ground in surprise.

However, the burly man was extremely flexible. His originally falling body suddenly rose up and flew away with the wooden stool that was kicked away. He reached out and took up the heavy wooden stool, and then fell lightly to the woman and sat down steadily.

"Isn't this... no one here?" After the man sat firmly, he leaned into the woman with salivation, and his eyes were almost invisible under the thick broom eyebrows. "But we can't be hungry, right?"

"Eat less meals and you won't die!" The woman put her elbow support on the dusty wooden table, patted off the remaining melon seeds in her hand, lifted her eyelids and looked at the simple and dirty inn, and said with her mouth in her mouth: "It's the New Year, we are not even ready for anything decent. The boss of Lingzishan has spoken, and the filial piety we give them this year cannot be less than this number."

As he said that, the woman stretched out her five fingers, flipped her fingers in front of the man, sighed a long sigh, and said worriedly: "You said that we have given Boss Pi a lot in recent years. Why do we want more than last year's time? How can we live?"

"My wife, don't worry, if we are lucky and do something big, we can't say that we can get the ten taels of silver from Boss Pi." Thinking of the Killing Star on Qingsongling, the black-faced man couldn't laugh anymore. He pulled out the sweat pipe on his waist, took out the fire slip and lit it, squatting on the wooden stool and smoking a cigarette.

"I said the head of the family, and I asked me to just shut down this inn. I can't make a fortune for a few melons and two dates all day long, and I can't afford to be angry with the bandits on the ridge. It's better to go out!" The woman slapped the table with a slap, shaking the cup and bowl on it so hard that she jumped up.

"I want to go out too!" The man slowly spit out a cloud of smoke and said, "We were also the number one figure on the Songliao River. Who on the river should not be respectful when we see it? If my skills were not ruined, why would we hide in this wilderness and open this broken inn? We still have to look at the face of the scalp boss?"

Speaking of the past, the woman lost her temper. Thinking of the enemies outside the mountain, the two couldn't help but sigh to each other.

Outside, the twilight had completely enveloped the place. The woman glanced at the sky outside, sighed and lit up the oil lamp, stood up with the wooden table, and dragged one leg and walked towards the kitchen step by step.

It turned out that this woman was still a lame man.

"God, bully people like this!" After a while, the sound of chopping vegetables sounded in the kitchen, and the woman gritted her teeth and scolded: "I don't believe it anymore. When I recover from my injury, I can't see that all the dogs on the ridge will be stewed!"

"Madam, if you are reluctant to put meat, just give me some oil residue?" The black-faced man walked to the counter, raised his hand and picked up a wine pot, and shouted into the kitchen.

"Woo--!" Outside the door, a strong wind blew, and the heavy snow gushes into the inn with the sudden strong wind. The man hurriedly put down the wine pot and ran to the door of the inn, thinking about putting on the door panel.

It’s already this time that the guests have not arrived yet, so I might as well close the door and turn it off!

Just as the man was busy putting the last door panel on, the door of the inn outside courtyard was pushed open.
Chapter completed!