Chapter 377 The Yin surface of the sand dunes

Other diners occasionally talk, but the loneliness of Shishou is also hidden in this occasional noise. Time passes quietly. When the night is really late, no matter how slow Shishou eats, the dishes on the table are eaten up. He knows that he can buy them again, but he doesn't swallow them. The degree of hunger made him feel that everything was just right and he didn't need to eat anything more, which would make him feel uncomfortable all night.

The people on the other table have also almost eaten, and the clerks are distributing drinks to them. As the stone hand guessed, everyone also took a little. Seeing them drinking, the stone hand's throat was also a little itchy. He knows that drinking is not allowed to drink in the desert, because drinking not only can't quench thirst, but also makes the water in the body lose faster, which is a taboo in the desert. However, even the red ghost told him that this is not a desert. What's more, the people in the same house must have more experience walking in the desert than themselves. They are all drinking, which is not dangerous.

Shishou swallowed a big mouthful of water, and then asked the clerk for a small glass of wine. He looked at the amber**, became more and more mouth-watering, so he drank it all.

The taste of wine is also very different from that of the Central Plains. The wine here has a trace of sweetness and is a little sticky in the throat. Compared with it, even the best wine in Guihualou seems to be a little clear and watery. After all, it can't hang on the throat. As long as it is a moment, it will disappear without a trace. This small cup made the greedy worm of the stone hand hooked up.

He really wanted to continue drinking a little, so he carefully observed the diners around him. Although those people drank very little, everyone wanted a small pot. Moreover, Shishou also felt that although the taste of this wine was strong, it was not very strong. After drinking this small glass, Shishou did not feel any discomfort. He had been in the osmanthus building for many years. Although the amount of alcohol was not massive, it was actually better than that of ordinary drinkers. After thinking about it over and over again, Shishou felt that it would be okay to drink a small pot. After all, the people present drank like this. In addition, stone hands are also different from other merchants. Merchants have goods to protect. If they are drunk, they will make mistakes, but on the stone hand, there is only some silver and a stone that is useless to others. It doesn't matter if the silver is lost. The role of money itself is small in the desert. As for stone, although it is important, the fool will take such a useless thing to increase the burden of the journey. As for the time, Shishou doesn't care even more. He can spend another day here to wake up and then go on the road.

The most important thing is that the stone hand will stay in this stable at night. If he only drinks a small glass of wine, he will refute the host's kindness and look bad. Although the host family does not want guests to drink too much wine, if they take too little of free things, it will inevitably make people feel that stone hands are boring.

Shishou used a lot of reasons to ask for a small pot of wine from his buddy, and defended himself a lot before drinking without guilt. This time, he chose to drink slowly, and the taste of the wine was even more rough. This time, he felt that there were grapes in the wine. It was the addition of grapes that led to the unique sourness, sweetness and viscosity. This stickyness just hung the taste of the wine on his throat, even long after the wine entered the stomach. The mouth can still taste the infinite charm.

Shishou praised it, but as he drank it, he felt that there was a fishy smell hidden after all the flavors of the wine. The fishy smell was not easy to find, but it became extremely obvious after finding it. The fishy smell slowly covered other flavors and hung thickly in his throat. Head. Shishou felt as if he had drunk a large pot of untreated fish soup. No, this metaphor is not accurate enough. This fishy smell hanging in his throat is like drinking a large cup of blood.

This idea stunned Shishou. The color of the wine is indeed a little red, is it... He didn't think about it anymore, because he understood that this was purely his unfounded fantasy. This was Liu Lin's fault in the past, and it did not belong to the current stone hand. What's more, even according to the simplest common sense, how can there be the smell of grapes in the blood? It must be an illusion caused by not drinking for many days and occasionally drinking. It happened that the small pot in front of me was also drunk, and the fishy smell appeared just right. Otherwise, I may order another pot. It's not a good thing to drink too much wine. Drinking a pot can also be worthy of the host's kindness.

Shishou did not say anything, but only relied on his inner activities to go through this matter from good to bad things and then to good things. He was very satisfied with his change. Although many of Liu Lin's shortcomings also appeared on Shishou, they were eventually customer service. This should be a victory for self-challenge. Although others can't see it, it is enough for stone hands to be happy.

There is a sound of firecrackers outside the house, which is loud and amazing, which may also be the reason why the desert is too quiet. Shishou was full of food and drink, and just walked out of the house to enjoy the firecrackers. There are not many people in the town. It was a few relatively young people who set off firecrackers. Shishou can see that their movements are clumsy and naive. They should not set off this thing for many years, and directly rely on their memories to search for their childhood movements and memories. The number of firecrackers is not large, which is understandable. There will be no business traveler traveling in the desert with such an easy-to-explode thing, and there will not be too much preparation in the small town. In the New Year in a foreign country, everyone just wants to say something, and no one has thought about making things too grand.

At this time, the diners in the room also came out one after another. Shishou could see that many of them drank a little too much, with excessive red light on their faces, and their words and manners began to be exaggerated. Maybe they had to rest for a day to catch up their way. These guests dispersed quickly, not at all like the wine guests in the Guihua Building. It took almost an hour to leave from the first to the last. It seems that these business travelers are also relatively refreshing.

After the crowd dispersed, Stone Hand went to find the man who promised to stay during the day. Although the man didn't remember who the stone hand was at first, after remembering it, he enthusiastically took the stone hand to the stable, and the dry straw was ready there. The stone hand stretched out and buried his body in the straw. The slate that never left him also rested under his head and closed his eyes to prepare to enter the road. The sweetest dream.

It's really too quiet here. After the firecrackers were set off and the crowd dispersed, the town was as quiet as if it were dead. Those business travelers are also very sleepy, which is not bad. Although they met those luxury guests all the way, they were very restless in their sleep. Stone hands almost never experienced a complete sleep in that simple inn, all because of the sudden noise.

Shishou fell asleep quickly, perhaps because of drinking. Even in his sleep, his head was a little sinking. His dream was very complicated, and all kinds of people appeared one after another. He dreamed that Haisha was actually a demon, and she wanted to eat everyone. He dreamed that Wu Song fell into a deep sleep and could no longer wake up. He even dreamed that Wu Dalang was riding on a tall horse, like a majestic general, showing off his power and passing by the stone hand. At that time, he also rudely slapped the stone hand with a horse whip, while the stone hand raised the straw with his petrified right hand and gently blocked it, and nothing happened. On the contrary, Wu Dalang was thrown off the horse by this counterattack. The cheers came, and many people were pointing to Wu Dalang and laughing. Among the smiling people were Pan Jinlian, Wu Song, Ximen Qing, and even the clerks of Guihua Building and the dead officials of Yanggu County government.

Shishou grasped the straw in his hand, which made him feel more comfortable. He realized that he was dreaming. Everything was fake. He didn't have to worry about it. He was not in a hurry to wake up from this dream. This kind of rest was also good. After all, he hadn't seen these people for a long time, and I don't know how they were doing.

The straw feels really dry and comfortable.

Wait... straw?! Shishou suddenly found something wrong. How could there be straw in the desert? There must be five or six hundred miles where rice is planted recently. Who will bring this thing to the desert? The animals that eat straw will probably not be here. Thinking about this, there are more problems. Why are there stables? Does anyone ride a horse in the desert? This is ridiculous. If you want to ride, you should also ride a camel, but Shishou did not feel anything wrong when he saw the stable. That is to say, the size of the stable is built according to the size of the horses in the Central Plains. If the camel comes, it will be very cramped.

There is something wrong with this town! There must be a problem! Shishou bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth. As soon as his tongue hurt and his throat was salty, he woke up.

There were no straws, no stables or towns in front of him. Half of his body was buried in the sand. When he woke up, he found his petrified right hand pointing to the distance. Shishou immediately realized that if he couldn't wake up, he would become one of the road signs.

When I woke up, I hurriedly touched the stone under my head with my hand. Fortunately, the important thing was still there. Then he touched the silver in his arms, and strangely, it was also there. It doesn't seem to be a money robbery. The stone hand struggled to get out of the sand and raised his eyes. The place where he was lying was the shadow of a large sand dune, and there was no trace of a small town within the range of his eyes.