Qin Shen's Inn

There are ferrymen on the Santu River, and you can go to the ghost world by crossing the river by boat.

The endless grassland is called Xudu, and you can reach the demon world and the devil land if you pass through it.

In the fairyland, you can only go to the Santu River after crossing the endless sea for thousands of miles, and you can go to the human world after staying in an inn for rest.

Wangxiang Inn is located at the intersection of the three realms, with the Santu River in front, the endless Wuduyuan in the back, and the endless sea thousands of miles away, but it is only one staircase away from the human world.

Those who guard the inn are mortals.

If you want to go to other realms, you have to live in Wangxiang Inn, this is the rule set by the Emperor of Heaven.

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The "Sui Gong" that has been moved out is more than 20 catties at least, and there are other small carts that come out in a line from the depths of the flower bushes. The flower bushes are obviously not big, but they can't see Jingren when they stand outside The houses in the town were probably covered by some profound magic or the houses were built underground.

Looking at the momentum of this transport, it can't stop for a while, Qin Shen took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, it was already 06:30, and now it's dark night, but he can't go back to dinner time at [-]:[-] Home, the child has to go home and do homework.

Qin Shen discussed with Jingren's patriarch Zhongli, "You move slowly, and it's fine to pile it up outside. I'll pick it up when the time comes. I'm not in a hurry today."

Chongli saw that it was getting late, and the clansmen were all preparing torches and bonfires, waiting for it to get dark.There is a lot of old tribute accumulated for more than ten years. If calculated by human units of measurement, it would weigh at least a hundred kilograms. According to the speed of everyone's transportation, it would take several hours for all the old and young to go into battle.

It's okay for them to be tight, it's not easy to keep the owner of the inn waiting here.

Jing people are short, and they can't even see a splash when they throw a handful of rice into a human rice tank. The [-]-kilogram tribute accumulated over ten years is really a lot for them, but it is shared among all the clansmen. Calculated every year, it is really not much.

Wangxiang Inn is not a welfare institution. It is the only place in the Three Realms where all races can coexist peacefully. No accommodation fee is a shame for its golden name.

"Thank you, shopkeeper Qin, for your compassion. I will let the clansmen move out and put them in the open space, waiting for you to come."

"Okay, leave it alone."

Qin Shen was carrying Diudiu's schoolbag on one shoulder, now he pulled it in front of him, unzipped it, and buried his head in the search, "Dudiu, where is the noodle bag I gave you this morning?"

When it came to the noodle bag, he was having a good time playing on the sidelines, and after forgetting all his troubles, Diu Diu pouted again.The teacher assigned homework and asked all the students to bring a cloth bag from home, because the English class happened to be about buying and selling vegetables, and they could perform a scene and write on the cloth bag.

Some of the other children brought shopping bags, and some brought handmade cloth bags made by their mothers and grandmothers. Without exception, they were all small and cute. Just him, a flour bag that can put him in it!

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Woohoo, after a class, the students all called him Orz, Prince of Dough.

He took out the balled dough bag from the bottom of the schoolbag, saw the English letters written on it, Qin Shen couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, he saw the photo posted by the teacher in the parent group, and it was in front of his son An oversized bag with "Wheat Flour" printed on it.

The parents replied with a series of neat smiles, and he was embarrassed while working at home.Looking at the photos, he can tell from his son's face with his small mouth that there is nothing to love.

I'm so sorry, he cheated on his son...

When his son asked him to write on the bag, he heard that he was going to write on the bag. Out of the corner of his eye, he turned to the neatly packed flour bag in the corner - the back is white, the writing is clear, and the space is large enough - it was put into his son's schoolbag inside……

Then, he cheated his son.

"Hehe." Qin Shen laughed dryly. Originally, he wanted to obscure the matter because of his parents' majesty and his embarrassing behavior. When he picked up his son from school, he avoided the seriousness and didn't apologize.Now, looking at his son's clear eyes, Qin Shen did not hide, let go of those futile airs and sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry Diudiu, Dad didn't hear your request clearly, there will be no more, please forgive Dad? "

Diu Diu retracted his lips, and made an awkward "ang" sound. For the sake of his father's sincerity, he reluctantly forgave him. The noodle bag is actually quite good, and the students all rushed to share it with him. He acted as a partner in a melodrama.

A small conflict between the father and son was resolved, and Qin Shen asked Diudiu to help him bag the annual tribute. If it wasn't for this bag, he wouldn't be able to bring back twenty kilograms of things.

"You are busy, my son and I are leaving first." When we left, we greeted Chongli, and after thinking about it, we had to say, "I will open the inn after I have prepared all the things that are missing in the inn. It is so remote, there will be people come?"

I still couldn't help asking "Old Jianghu", if only I could remember before the age of seven, I don't need to worry much about what will happen after the inn opens.

Chongli smiled mysteriously, and said pretending to be mysterious: "If it's open, there will naturally be guests."

"Okay." Maybe when you are older, you like to go round and round, so why don't you just be straightforward? "I'll know when I should know."

"That's it."

Haoxuan resisted the urge to shrug his shoulders, Qin Shen held his son, and both hands were empty, so he asked Diudiu to wave his little hand, "Diudiu, wave your hand, let's say goodbye."

Diudiu was a little reluctant to look at the fish swimming in the sky, and those fish didn't even leave, they kept swimming around in one place, very lively.

"This will be our home from now on. Diudiu can come to see the fish whenever he wants."

With bright eyes, Diu Diu nodded emphatically, "Yeah."

Saying goodbye to Jingren, the father and son returned the same way, locked the gate and rode on the electric bike parked on the side of the road.

Heping Road is a gravel road built in the early years. It has been in disrepair for a long time, and the road surface is full of potholes. When the car is driving, people sitting on it are like riding a roller coaster. They hugged Dad's waist tightly for fear of being thrown off.

After silently looking at the unchanging scenery on both sides of the road for a while, Diudiu finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Dad, were we dreaming just now? Dreamed that there were fish flying in the sky, dreamed that there were villains walking among the flowers? "

"Does Diu Diu think it's a dream?"

After Diudiu shook his head, he realized that he was sitting behind his father. He shook his head that his father was invisible, and quickly added: "I don't think so. But, but, it's amazing." Fish should be in the water, and adults should be like grandma and dad Grandpas are so tall, the stairs will not transport people to other places...

Reality, the world view that adults transmit to children is plain and ordinary.

Qin Shen smiled, "Does your butt hurt a lot?"

"It's still a little numb." Diudiu felt it and said truthfully.

"You can't feel pain when you're dreaming." Qin Shen looked at the afterglow in the sky, the town under the setting sun was quiet and beautiful, and it was real, just like everything in the inn, it was also real, it was left to him by his grandfather, "Diudiu, people are just a part of everything in the world. There are still many fields that we haven't explored. What hasn't been explored doesn't mean they are fake. You may be able to see more magical things in the future, so be prepared."

"Oh." Diudiu still doesn't understand, but he feels that he should be able to understand when he grows up.

"Everything in the inn is a secret between us, don't tell others about Diu Diu."

"What about grandparents?"

The address was told by his mother, "They should know."

"That's the secret of the four of us."

"Hmm, our secret."

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Qin Shen's home is on Sihe Street, the old street of Hongye Town. Hongye Town was originally a place called Hongjia Village. Decades ago, the government called on the mountain people to move down the mountain, and this is how the current town came into being. It is said that the name was found from historical materials. The homonym of a hero's name.

The resident population of the town is less than [-], and it is a good place away from the hustle and bustle, quiet and peaceful. Three parallel streets make up the entire town, and Sihe Street is the oldest one among them.Both sides of the road are houses built by residents themselves, and the side facing the street has been transformed into a front door.

Qin Shen rode his bicycle and took his son to stop in front of the courtyard next to the Lin family woodware store, and asked his son to come down with his schoolbag on his back. He put down the legs of the car, opened the door and pushed the cart in. After his son came in behind him, he closed the door behind him.

Because it is a self-built house with the assigned homestead, it covers a large area, and the yard alone is not small. When I went in, I saw my father pushing the mill and my mother pouring beans into the stone mill. They just came back this morning. At home, after a short rest, I thought about making tofu by myself.

I am not used to eating outside, my mother said that there are sweet tofu nao, it is crazy, the sweet one is too unpalatable, and the tofu is not good...

Qin Shen didn't dare to say, he thought the sweet taste was good, not to the point of being insane.

"Dad, you have a bad waist, I'll push it."

After the car stopped, Qin Shen went over to take over the work from his father and continued to grind the grinder. He was young, strong, and knew how to control the speed and strength. The soy milk that was grinded at a uniform speed was fine and fine.

Dad supported his waist and stood up straight, calling for Diudiu to go to the kitchen with him to make soy milk, and there will be fresh, sweet soy milk to drink in a while.

Seeing that his father wanted to carry the heavy soymilk bucket, Qin Shen said again, "Papa, leave it alone, and I will carry it."

His mother patted him, "Don't move around, push your mill well. Your brother is going to hatch eggs at home, you are used to it." She raised her voice and shouted, "Xiao Ning, Lin Xiaoning, come out and help me Dad carries soy milk."

"Isn't this going through setbacks and failures, and I'm in a period of confusion, just get used to it for two days, and then throw him out."

"He is confused! I still feel bad about money. I told you not to trust those wine and meat friends, but I don't believe it. Now it's over. There is no seafood for reselling, and all the money will be lost." Qin's mother hated her youngest son. I couldn't pass the college entrance examination, didn't want to go to a technical secondary school, and said that I went out to do business with people. After two or three years of doing business, I met a lot of wine and meat friends, and I lost a lot of money.

Qin Shen spoke for his younger brother, "He has strong communication skills, and he can enjoy himself outside, but he is too gullible, so it's good to learn a lesson."

"You guys don't let me worry about any of you."

After a while, a drowsy man with flip-flops ran out of the house, and ran to the kitchen with a bucket of soybean milk. When passing by, he smacked Diudiu's head with his hand, "Poor baby, your father knows how to cheat you."

This is about Diudiu bringing a bag of flour to school. Qin Shen showed the photo to his parents, who then told Lin Xiaoning, so the whole family knew about it.

Diudiu slapped off his little uncle's paw, and snorted, "You're still cheating on grandpa."

"Humph, I'm so naughty, I don't love you anymore." Lin Xiaoning lifted him up with his hands in the creaking nests, and said in a screaming voice: "The little prince of the noodle bag is so bold. How dare you talk back to your uncle."

"Ah, put me down, let me down."

"Lin Xiaoning!" Mom yelled, "Put down Diu Diu, come over and grind the mill!"

Lin Xiaoning was immediately frightened, and carefully put down the diu, and squatted down beside the stone mill, hugging her mother's waist flatteringly, "Mom, my hands are steady, I won't hurt diu, don't worry gone."

"Come on, young man, you are so shameless, quickly take over from your brother and work for me. I sleep all day, and I don't see what time it is..." The mother scolded her son for an hour and a half Without stopping for a while, Lin Xiaoning pitifully asked Qin Shen for help, Qin Shen gave him a "helpless" look, and let his younger brother "seek more blessings".

Qin Shen himself has a dark history of "abandoning" children, and his mother would say a few words when she was caught, because she really didn't want to attract the flames of war.

Lin Xiaoning lowered her eyebrows and turned into a bitter face, and honestly took Mo Mo from her elder brother's hand and began to push the grinder resignedly, while her mother kept nagging in her ears.

Qin Shen patted his younger brother on the shoulder, as a way of conveying his strength, telling him to "reform well and strive for leniency".

The house at home has three floors with two yards, one front and one back. The one-story house along the street has been converted into a woodware shop, and the roof of the one-story house can be used to dry food and vegetables.There are also bungalows on both sides of the yard, one side is used as a kitchen, and the other side is a warehouse. In the backyard, the wood collected by Dad is piled up, and a simple shed made of colored steel is used to shelter from the wind and rain.

The stone mill is in the corner of the front yard, only four or five meters away from the kitchen. Qin Shen is just a few steps away. Their house still has an old-fashioned pot and stove, the kind that burns wood. There are two large pots and a tile sitting in the middle. No matter which pot you burn, you can use the residual heat to boil the water in the crock.

The water in the earthen pot can be drunk and used, which is the only way to wash dishes in winter.

There are still a few acres of land in the house. Every year, my parents plant rapeseed, soybeans and the like.The shavings and leftovers left by Dad's work can also be used for fire. They are backed by mountains, and Dad will even bring Diu Diu up the mountain to pick up some dry firewood.

Just because the children said that the rice cooked with the old stove is better than the rice made with modern tools, the parents insisted on using the old stove.

When Qin Shen came in, Dad was raising the soy milk. He took a spoonful of soy milk with a big spoon and poured it back into the pot.The thicker and mellower the soy milk, the more frothy it is, without adding much water, of course the taste is the best, and the tofu produced is also very good.

"Dad, I'm here to light the fire. Should I burn it up or down?" I did it when I was a child, but I haven't done it for a long time since I went to school. No fuss.

"Add some more firewood and bring the fire to a boil."

"okay."