Chapter 597 Helping the Spirit (1)

In the outskirts of the capital, a tea shop beside the official road exudes bursts of sweet and mellow wine aroma, which makes people feel intoxicated just by smelling it...

A middle-aged businessman came to smell the incense and saw a donkey cart parked at the entrance of the shop with dozens of jars of wine on it. The middle-aged businessman's eyes lit up and his mouth was drooling. He sat down at an outdated but clean square table, and shouted to a person who looked like a second child, "Xiao Er, come with a bowl of wine!"

The little Er greeted him with a smile on his face, but said apologetically, "I'm sorry, uncle, Xiaopu does not sell this wine!"

The middle-aged businessman didn't take this tattered tea shop in his eyes at first. If the wine was not too fragrant, he probably wouldn't be willing to condescend to enter such a poor tea shop, but he didn't expect to be rejected. For a while, he became angry and took out a silver ingot worth at least 12 taels from his sleeve, placed it on the table with a "pop", and said angrily, "Little Er, don't you think that the uncle can't afford the money!"

"Master, calm down! Uncle, calm down!" Xiao Er bowed his head and smiled, "It's not that I don't sell it because it's too small, it's really impossible to sell it!"

At this time, a young scholar sitting at the table next to him interjected: "This brother, you don't know, this is a fine wine brewed by the boss himself, it is a craft that has been handed down for centuries, and these dozens of jars of wine are even more so. Twenty years of fine wine! This boss is absolutely reluctant to take it out on weekdays..."

The middle-aged businessman interrupted the scholar a little impatiently: "Since they have all taken out, why not sell them?"

Xiao Er's face turned serious, and he said solemnly, "Uncle, I don't know, the reason why the owner brought out the 20-year-old wine today is not to sell it, but to welcome the heroic spirit of the general."

The middle-aged businessman was stunned when he heard the General Guan, his expression softened a little, and asked, "I have heard about the rehabilitating of the official family. Could it be that the junior general Fu Ling returned to the capital today? day?"

"That's right." Xiao Er nodded and looked at both sides of the official road. "The people over there spontaneously gathered here, and the heroic spirits who came to welcome the general's general returned to the capital!" I saw that the official road was standing on both sides There were many men, women and children, all looking forward to the distance.

At this moment, I just heard the shouting one after another: "Come, come."

The scholar was startled and looked up, only to see a white shadow swaying on a small slope not far in front of him, and the white flags surged in unison, like rolling snow waves, which made people feel shocked when they saw it.

"Come! Come!" The shouts, which were at different heights at the beginning, seemed to find a common rhythm in the shouts, and gradually they became tidy, and the sound was like thunder and shocking.

At this time, the owner of the tea shop heard the sound and walked out from behind, followed by a young man who looked four or five similar to him, hurriedly walking to the donkey cart full of wine jars.

The people who had been resting near the tea shop also moved, some held spirit flags solemnly, some held mourning placards with mournful expressions, and some raised white flags in tears.

"General Guan is home." Someone on the slope shouted, "General Guan is home..."

Amidst the shouting, a young man in a thick linen filial robe came riding on a white horse and carrying white flags. Behind him was a man in white, guarding five carriages covered in white cloth. Coffins, five carriages are five coffins, looking at it makes people's chest tight and unspeakably uncomfortable.

The young man rode on a horse, with elegant sleeves, white flags flying, hunting and hunting, like a fairy who was about to fly away.

But the five coffins behind him, the traces of grief exuding from his body, remind everyone that he is not a fairy, but a human being, a living person who has lost a loved one. !