Chapter 2024: To this **** life
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"When you feel that life is unsatisfactory, don't panic, touch the empty money bag and cry." McGonagall looked at the middle-aged man sitting in front of his tavern, looking at the bustling Titan Tavern diagonally opposite. The man said quietly.
The man looked back at McGonagall with a bit of resentment, his mouth moved, tears flickering in his eyes.
Judging from his clothes, although he is not rich, he is definitely not a homeless man.
But one thing is certain, he certainly didn't have the money in his pocket to afford a glass of wine, but he didn't want to go home, so he sat at the door of a tavern and looked at another tavern eagerly.
Their excitement has nothing to do with me, because I have no money.
"The man has no money in his pocket, and his waist just won't be hard." McGonagall sighed faintly, took a few gold coins from his pocket and threw it in his hand.
The man's expression became even more resentful, glanced at the gold coin in McGonagall's hand, and withdrew his gaze angrily.
Judging from his size, he was not sure that he would be able to grab those gold coins from this cheap tavernkeeper.
After being silent for a while, the man looked back at McGonagall: "I have a story, and you have wine."
"Sorry, I'm not interested." McGonagall shook his head slightly.
Man: π__π...
"However, since you are so interested in the tavern opposite, why not go and sit at the opposite door?" McGonagall said strangely.
"There are people coming and going, I don't want face? Besides, sitting here is quite warm." The man glanced at him, and his grievance was still not small.
"Oh, that's the case." McGonagall thought thoughtfully, and then he felt offended.
how?
Think I don’t even have a personal picture here?
Moreover, there is heating to rub?
"It's quite cold outside today." McGonagall stomped his feet. Although the indoor heating made the door a little warmer, it was difficult to withstand the bleak wind.
"Yes, if there is a place to sit for a while." The man rubbed his hands and nodded, looking at McGonagall expectantly.
"This step is made quite flat. I'll leave the crack of the door a bit bigger for you." McGonagall smiled broadly, then opened the door a crack, and the heating was blown out of the tavern.
"I thank you." The man nodded with a difficult expression.
"You're welcome." McGonagall waved his hand generously and turned into the tavern.
"Ah..." Passa sighed, and wrapped his little padded jacket tightly.
Men are too difficult.
He is a long-distance carriage driver with more than 20 years of driving experience. He has traveled to many places for commercial firms, but he just lost his job today.
The boss said that there might be a war, the business route was blocked, and he didn't know when he could recover, so he let them go home.
This month's salary will take two days to receive, even if you get your salary from the boss, it must be handed over to your wife as soon as possible.
Of course, he is not afraid of his wife, he is...respecting his wife.
Yes, that's it.
There are three other children in the family, all of the same age. With his salary, he can barely make ends meet.
After sitting for a while, Passa was about to get up and go home. He had already decided that he would go to find a job tomorrow. Even if he could not be a coachman, he could also find other jobs, at least not to make his wife and children hungry.
"Drink two glasses?" At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind.
Passa turned his head and looked at McGonagall, who was carrying a small bench with a tray in his hand, with some surprise.
McGonagall put the tray on the small bench. There was a plate of drunkard peanuts in the tray. There was also half a bottle of Moutai that the group of people had just drunk. Because there were too many people, McGonagall didn’t know who to pack it for. Can be handled like this.
McGonagall sat down on the steps with a glance across the small bench and Passa, the door behind him was completely open, and the warm heating came from behind, blowing away the cold.
"Boom~"
McGonagall uncorked the bottle and poured wine into the two glasses.
"Good wine!"
Passa smelled the smell of wine, his eyes lit up. He was not good at wine, but the coachman would drink to keep out the cold in winter. He traveled north and south for so many years and drank wine from all over the world, but he had never smelled such a fragrance.
"Tasteful." McGonagall poured two glasses of wine, reached for a glass, looked at Passa and said: "Come on, respect this **** life."
"Respect this **** life." Passa also picked up the wine glass, clinked it gently, and drank it in one go.
This is a good wine that Passa has never drunk in his life. After the wine, a warm feeling rises from the bottom of my heart. There is warmth from this wine and a glass of wine from a stranger in the cold wind. .
"Drunkard peanuts, taste it." McGonagall took a peanut and threw it into his mouth, chewing crunchy.
Passa took a peanut and fed it into his mouth. He was surprised that this ordinary peanut became so crisp and spicy that people couldn't help but want another glass of wine.
McGonagall filled him with another glass, but he didn’t rush to toast to him this time. It’s not beer. It’s a drink after a glass. The half bottle is gone, and if this guy gets drunk, he doesn’t know how. Arrangement is good.
"I'm a coachman. I've been to many places, the Twilight Forest, the Wind Forest, the City of Chaos... I have all been, but I have never been to the Devil Islands. I heard that the devil eats people and wants to take a boat. I didn't go..." Passa and McGonagall chatted, but they didn't talk about the sad life. They talked about what he saw and heard when the coachman walked on the Nolan continent over the years.
McGonagall listened carefully most of the time, listening to the world a coachman saw and his views on the world.
This is a very interesting experience, at least not often in his life.
Look at the appearance of an ordinary person living seriously.
"Thank you for the wine, when I have money in my pocket, I will come to you for a drink again, next time...I will please." Passa drank slightly, looking at McGonagall seriously.
"Okay, next time you please." McGonagall smiled and nodded, and hung the packaged drunkard peanuts on the waist of Passa. There were three candies inside. He said that there are three children in the family.
"Goodbye." Passa waved his hand and left, shaking slightly.
McGonagall stood at the door, watching him disappear into the street, making sure that he could go home by himself, then turned back into the restaurant and turned off the sign light.
"Is this guy... really a strange person?" Effie frowned at the entrance of the Titan Tavern, a little confused.
"Lady boss, here's another bottle of wine!" A shout came from the tavern.
"Here." Effie pushed the door in quickly and continued to be busy.
...
"Where are you going again! You don't even come back to eat, do you have a lot of skills?" A woman with a big waist was standing at the door of an old house, looking at the swaying Passa, her voice Zi lifted it up, holding a wooden slippers in his hand.
Three little heads poked out from the door of the house behind, looking at Pasa with some pity.
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"When you feel that life is unsatisfactory, don't panic, touch the empty money bag and cry." McGonagall looked at the middle-aged man sitting in front of his tavern, looking at the bustling Titan Tavern diagonally opposite. The man said quietly.
The man looked back at McGonagall with a bit of resentment, his mouth moved, tears flickering in his eyes.
Judging from his clothes, although he is not rich, he is definitely not a homeless man.
But one thing is certain, he certainly didn't have the money in his pocket to afford a glass of wine, but he didn't want to go home, so he sat at the door of a tavern and looked at another tavern eagerly.
Their excitement has nothing to do with me, because I have no money.
"The man has no money in his pocket, and his waist just won't be hard." McGonagall sighed faintly, took a few gold coins from his pocket and threw it in his hand.
The man's expression became even more resentful, glanced at the gold coin in McGonagall's hand, and withdrew his gaze angrily.
Judging from his size, he was not sure that he would be able to grab those gold coins from this cheap tavernkeeper.
After being silent for a while, the man looked back at McGonagall: "I have a story, and you have wine."
"Sorry, I'm not interested." McGonagall shook his head slightly.
Man: π__π...
"However, since you are so interested in the tavern opposite, why not go and sit at the opposite door?" McGonagall said strangely.
"There are people coming and going, I don't want face? Besides, sitting here is quite warm." The man glanced at him, and his grievance was still not small.
"Oh, that's the case." McGonagall thought thoughtfully, and then he felt offended.
how?
Think I don’t even have a personal picture here?
Moreover, there is heating to rub?
"It's quite cold outside today." McGonagall stomped his feet. Although the indoor heating made the door a little warmer, it was difficult to withstand the bleak wind.
"Yes, if there is a place to sit for a while." The man rubbed his hands and nodded, looking at McGonagall expectantly.
"This step is made quite flat. I'll leave the crack of the door a bit bigger for you." McGonagall smiled broadly, then opened the door a crack, and the heating was blown out of the tavern.
"I thank you." The man nodded with a difficult expression.
"You're welcome." McGonagall waved his hand generously and turned into the tavern.
"Ah..." Passa sighed, and wrapped his little padded jacket tightly.
Men are too difficult.
He is a long-distance carriage driver with more than 20 years of driving experience. He has traveled to many places for commercial firms, but he just lost his job today.
The boss said that there might be a war, the business route was blocked, and he didn't know when he could recover, so he let them go home.
This month's salary will take two days to receive, even if you get your salary from the boss, it must be handed over to your wife as soon as possible.
Of course, he is not afraid of his wife, he is...respecting his wife.
Yes, that's it.
There are three other children in the family, all of the same age. With his salary, he can barely make ends meet.
After sitting for a while, Passa was about to get up and go home. He had already decided that he would go to find a job tomorrow. Even if he could not be a coachman, he could also find other jobs, at least not to make his wife and children hungry.
"Drink two glasses?" At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind.
Passa turned his head and looked at McGonagall, who was carrying a small bench with a tray in his hand, with some surprise.
McGonagall put the tray on the small bench. There was a plate of drunkard peanuts in the tray. There was also half a bottle of Moutai that the group of people had just drunk. Because there were too many people, McGonagall didn’t know who to pack it for. Can be handled like this.
McGonagall sat down on the steps with a glance across the small bench and Passa, the door behind him was completely open, and the warm heating came from behind, blowing away the cold.
"Boom~"
McGonagall uncorked the bottle and poured wine into the two glasses.
"Good wine!"
Passa smelled the smell of wine, his eyes lit up. He was not good at wine, but the coachman would drink to keep out the cold in winter. He traveled north and south for so many years and drank wine from all over the world, but he had never smelled such a fragrance.
"Tasteful." McGonagall poured two glasses of wine, reached for a glass, looked at Passa and said: "Come on, respect this **** life."
"Respect this **** life." Passa also picked up the wine glass, clinked it gently, and drank it in one go.
This is a good wine that Passa has never drunk in his life. After the wine, a warm feeling rises from the bottom of my heart. There is warmth from this wine and a glass of wine from a stranger in the cold wind. .
"Drunkard peanuts, taste it." McGonagall took a peanut and threw it into his mouth, chewing crunchy.
Passa took a peanut and fed it into his mouth. He was surprised that this ordinary peanut became so crisp and spicy that people couldn't help but want another glass of wine.
McGonagall filled him with another glass, but he didn’t rush to toast to him this time. It’s not beer. It’s a drink after a glass. The half bottle is gone, and if this guy gets drunk, he doesn’t know how. Arrangement is good.
"I'm a coachman. I've been to many places, the Twilight Forest, the Wind Forest, the City of Chaos... I have all been, but I have never been to the Devil Islands. I heard that the devil eats people and wants to take a boat. I didn't go..." Passa and McGonagall chatted, but they didn't talk about the sad life. They talked about what he saw and heard when the coachman walked on the Nolan continent over the years.
McGonagall listened carefully most of the time, listening to the world a coachman saw and his views on the world.
This is a very interesting experience, at least not often in his life.
Look at the appearance of an ordinary person living seriously.
"Thank you for the wine, when I have money in my pocket, I will come to you for a drink again, next time...I will please." Passa drank slightly, looking at McGonagall seriously.
"Okay, next time you please." McGonagall smiled and nodded, and hung the packaged drunkard peanuts on the waist of Passa. There were three candies inside. He said that there are three children in the family.
"Goodbye." Passa waved his hand and left, shaking slightly.
McGonagall stood at the door, watching him disappear into the street, making sure that he could go home by himself, then turned back into the restaurant and turned off the sign light.
"Is this guy... really a strange person?" Effie frowned at the entrance of the Titan Tavern, a little confused.
"Lady boss, here's another bottle of wine!" A shout came from the tavern.
"Here." Effie pushed the door in quickly and continued to be busy.
...
"Where are you going again! You don't even come back to eat, do you have a lot of skills?" A woman with a big waist was standing at the door of an old house, looking at the swaying Passa, her voice Zi lifted it up, holding a wooden slippers in his hand.
Three little heads poked out from the door of the house behind, looking at Pasa with some pity.
"When you feel that life is unsatisfactory, don't panic, touch the empty money bag and cry." McGonagall looked at the middle-aged man sitting in front of his tavern, looking at the bustling Titan Tavern diagonally opposite. The man said quietly.The man looked back at McGonagall with a bit of resentment, his mouth moved, tears flickering in his eyes.Judging from his clothes, although he is not rich, he is definitely not a homeless man.But one thing is certain, he certainly didn't have the money in his pocket to afford a glass of wine, but he didn't want to go home, so he sat at the door of a tavern and looked at another tavern eagerly.Their excitement has nothing to do with me, because I have no money."The man has no money in his pocket, and his waist just won't be hard." McGonagall sighed faintly, took a few gold coins from his pocket and threw it in his hand.The man's expression became even more resentful, glanced at the gold coin in McGonagall's hand, and withdrew his gaze angrily.Judging from his size, he was not sure that he would be able to grab those gold coins from this cheap tavernkeeper.After being silent for a while, the man looked back at McGonagall: "I have a story, and you have wine.""Sorry, I'm not interested." McGonagall shook his head slightly.Man: __..."However, since you are so interested in the tavern opposite, why not go and sit at the opposite door?" McGonagall said strangely."There are people coming and going, I don't want face? Besides, sitting here is quite warm." The man glanced at him, and his grievance was still not small."Oh, that's the case." McGonagall thought thoughtfully, and then he felt offended.how?Think I don't even have a personal picture here?Moreover, there is heating to rub?"It's quite cold outside today." McGonagall stomped his feet. Although the indoor heating made the door a little warmer, it was difficult to withstand the bleak wind."Yes, if there is a place to sit for a while." The man rubbed his hands and nodded, looking at McGonagall expectantly."This step is made quite flat. I'll leave the crack of the door a bit bigger for you." McGonagall smiled broadly, then opened the door a crack, and the heating was blown out of the tavern."I thank you." The man nodded with a difficult expression."You're welcome." McGonagall waved his hand generously and turned into the tavern."Ah..." Passa sighed, and wrapped his little padded jacket tightly.Men are too difficult.He is a long-distance carriage driver with more than 20 years of driving experience. He has traveled to many places for commercial firms, but he just lost his job today.The boss said that there might be a war, the business route was blocked, and he didn't know when he could recover, so he let them go home.This month's salary will take two days to receive, even if you get your salary from the boss, it must be handed over to your wife as soon as possible.Of course, he is not afraid of his wife, he is...respecting his wife.Yes, that's it.There are three other children in the family, all of the same age. With his salary, he can barely make ends meet.After sitting for a while, Passa was about to get up and go home. He had already decided that he would go to find a job tomorrow. Even if he could not be a coachman, he could also find other jobs, at least not to make his wife and children hungry."Drink two glasses?" At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind.Passa turned his head and looked at McGonagall, who was carrying a small bench with a tray in his hand, with some surprise.McGonagall put the tray on the small bench. There was a plate of drunkard peanuts in the tray. There was also half a bottle of Moutai that the group of people had just drunk. Because there were too many people, McGonagall didn't know who to pack it for. Can be handled like this.McGonagall sat down on the steps with a glance across the small bench and Passa, the door behind him was completely open, and the warm heating came from behind, blowing away the cold."Boom~"McGonagall uncorked the bottle and poured wine into the two glasses."Good wine!"Passa smelled the smell of wine, his eyes lit up. He was not good at wine, but the coachman would drink to keep out the cold in winter. He traveled north and south for so many years and drank wine from all over the world, but he had never smelled such a fragrance."Tasteful." McGonagall poured two glasses of wine, reached for a glass, looked at Passa and said: "Come on, respect this **** life.""Respect this **** life." Passa also picked up the wine glass, clinked it gently, and drank it in one go.This is a good wine that Passa has never drunk in his life. After the wine, a warm feeling rises from the bottom of my heart. There is warmth from this wine and a glass of wine from a stranger in the cold wind. ."Drunkard peanuts, taste it." McGonagall took a peanut and threw it into his mouth, chewing crunchy.Passa took a peanut and fed it into his mouth. He was surprised that this ordinary peanut became so crisp and spicy that people couldn't help but want another glass of wine.McGonagall filled him with another glass, but he didn't rush to toast to him this time. It's not beer. It's a drink after a glass. The half bottle is gone, and if this guy gets drunk, he doesn't know how. Arrangement is good."I'm a coachman. I've been to many places, the Twilight Forest, the Wind Forest, the City of Chaos... I have all been, but I have never been to the Devil Islands. I heard that the devil eats people and wants to take a boat. I didn't go..." Passa and McGonagall chatted, but they didn't talk about the sad life. They talked about what he saw and heard when the coachman walked on the Nolan continent over the years.McGonagall listened carefully most of the time, listening to the world a coachman saw and his views on the world.This is a very interesting experience, at least not often in his life.Look at the appearance of an ordinary person living seriously."Thank you for the wine, when I have money in my pocket, I will come to you for a drink again, next time...I will please." Passa drank slightly, looking at McGonagall seriously."Okay, next time you please." McGonagall smiled and nodded, and hung the packaged drunkard peanuts on the waist of Passa. There were three candies inside. He said that there are three children in the family."Goodbye." Passa waved his hand and left, shaking slightly.McGonagall stood at the door, watching him disappear into the street, making sure that he could go home by himself, then turned back into the restaurant and turned off the sign light."Is this guy... really a strange person?" Effie frowned at the entrance of the Titan Tavern, a little confused."Lady boss, here's another bottle of wine!" A shout came from the tavern."Here." Effie pushed the door in quickly and continued to be busy...."Where are you going again! You don't even come back to eat, do you have a lot of skills?" A woman with a big waist was standing at the door of an old house, looking at the swaying Passa, her voice Zi lifted it up, holding a wooden slippers in his hand.Three little heads poked out from the door of the house behind, looking at Pasa with some pity.
