The steaming hot pot smells of mutton. One chopstick is placed in the water and rolls it out a few times, then wrap it with sesame paste, stuff it into your mouth, leaving a fragrance on your lips and teeth.

This is mutton hotpot from Laojing City. Although it is much lighter than the hotpot in Sichuan, people in the north can basically eat it very well.

If served with iced beer, it will have a different flavor.

"It seems like this is your first time here? It's been half a month since I came to Nanhu before I saw you..." The young man who played Erhu wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the wine glass and said to Wang Zan: "I'll get to know him, my name is Chang Kun."

"Wang Zan"

"bite"

The two of them touched the cups and drank them all in one go.

Wang Zan took a sip of wine and continued, "I just came to set up a stall on the first day, and it was only two days since I arrived in Fengtian..."

Chang Kun's style of speaking is almost proportional to his appearance. He is very honest and honest, and he doesn't talk much. When the two of them were eating hot pot and drinking, most of them were Wang Zan saying that the other party always listened, or they would just bury their heads and eat occasionally or echo.

Wang Zan also saw that this person was really not good at speaking and did not understand socializing very well. His dull temperament may be innate.

For a whole afternoon, four or five hours, Wang Zan and Chang Kun were drinking, chatting a lot from all over the world, but never inquire about each other's past.

Both of them are smart and both see each other and should be people with stories.

Night falls and lights are on.

Wang Zan and Chang Kun finished drinking after drinking a lot. When they walked out of the hotel, Chang Kun looked at Wang Zan and squirted and said, "I don't want to talk because I spent most of my time on the erhu in the past. I think it's much easier to play the erhu than to talk to people, so over time, I simply don't say much, so... I'm talking less to you, not that I don't want to say it, but that I really don't know much."

Wang Zan nodded and smiled, saying, "Understand" "Will you come tomorrow?"

Wang Zan patted the bag on his shoulder and said, "You saw it too. I haven't opened yet, of course I have to come."

"Okay, see you tomorrow!"

Wang Zan and Chang Kun left each, and he still returned to the soundproof hotel to sleep. However, Wang Zan slept well tonight. If he drank too much, he would naturally snore like thunder.

The next day, Wang Zan went to practice stalls in Nanhu Park, which was only half past the sun. When he came, Chang Kun was already under the old poplar tree. He was closing his eyes and holding the erhu, but there were still many people standing on the side. Wang Zan glanced at the box where he was holding money. His income was still quite expensive today.

Chang Kun seemed to hear someone coming next to him, tilted his head slightly, nodded and signaled to Wang Zan, as if he knew that the drinker from yesterday had already arrived.

From this day on, Wang Zan and Chang Kun met in this corner by the Nanhu Lake every day, one holding an erhu and the other setting up a stall to make a credit knife.

But the difference is that Chang Kun’s harvest is very good, while Wang Zan has never opened it at all, and the zero eggs are always on his head.

In a flash, more than ten days passed.

On this day, Chang Kun, who had always been honest, finally couldn't help it and asked, "No, I just wanted to ask, buddy, what are you setting up a stall? Is it feeling? It's been ten days, and a knife has not been sold. And I clearly saw someone coming to ask you, but you ignored it. What's the rhythm of yours?"

At this time, Wang Zan suddenly turned his head and looked to the side. On the tree-lined path ahead of them, a middle-aged man walked over with his hands locked his eyebrows.

Wang Zan said softly: "I'm here to live, my business is different from others... I don't take the ordinary path."

Chang Kun was stunned and a little confused.

The middle-aged man was wearing a suit and a typical middle-aged back. He was of medium height and body shape, with a relatively strong face, and looked quite elegant.

But in Wang Zan's eyes, this person is very unique.

The luck of middle-aged people has completely collapsed, and they are like a walking unlucky guy.

Some people often describe someone who is in trouble and can fall down when walking, and if you drink a sip of cold water, you can stuff your teeth. This is what you mean.

Wang Zan stared at the other party, frowned, and he also frowned, and his expression was a little surprised. He felt that this person's condition was a little wrong.

Some people have bad luck, and some have great luck, which leads to their own luck from the clouds to the bottom of the valley. However, this person's bad luck is a bit exaggerated, and the aura is almost rumbling above his head and is about to soar to the sky. To be honest, Wang Zan has never even heard of this state.

Chang Kun asked softly: "What are you looking at? What's wrong with him?"

"Shh, don't make a noise, look..."

The middle-aged man walked to a fortune telling stall, squatted down, chatted with an old man who was telling fortune for a few words, and then took out a lot of money and handed it over. But when he stood up again, he sighed deeply and shook his head repeatedly, obviously not very satisfied with the hexagram.

As he went down, the other party asked two people in a row, but the result seemed to be exactly the same, and no one could clear his problems.

In fact, this is also easy to explain. Almost ninety percent of the fortune telling stalls on the edge of Nanhu are witchcraftsmen, and they have no ability. They mainly focus on deception. Anyone who has read one or two books about the analysis of the gods and Zhou Yi carefully explains this kind of book, they dare to claim that they are Lai Buyi alive, and a single iron mouth cuts off the world. In fact, they are all two or five sons. The spit they spit is full of false smells. If they can figure it out, it will be a ghost.

It's not a good idea, but the ability to fool is absolutely in place.

After walking around in the middle age, he came to Wang Zan and Chang Kun. His eyes flew directly from Wang Zan's kitchen knife stall. When he saw Chang Kun playing the erhu, he took out a few bills from his body and put them in the money box in front of him without looking at it. Then he said, "Take it casually, I'll listen to it, relieve your boredom..."

Chang Kun frowned, then looked at Wang Zan and said, "If you play a song with a little sadness, you will easily force him to death if you believe it or not."

Chang Kun thought for a while and said in disbelief: "Why should I give it a try?"

Wang Zan said speechlessly: "Don't make trouble. If you really let him hang himself in front of you, will you pay your life? Even though... he is indeed alive soon."

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at Wang Zan, with shock in his eyes, and the thin beads of sweat on his forehead could not stop falling.

Wang Zan didn't even look at him, waiting for Chang Kun to play a song.
Chapter completed!