The cold wind was like a knife, and the snow was flying.

When Lu Sheng opened his eyes, he saw himself sitting in a yellow-gray carriage. The carriage was shaking a little, and there was a little girl talking softly beside him.

Outside the carriage, there were noisy voices.

There were hawking, shouting, cheering. There were also children laughing.

Lu Sheng sighed deeply.

He knew he couldn't go back. From an old man who was living a life of idleness in a state-owned enterprise, he woke up in this world after getting drunk. It has been five days so far.

He sniffed his nose, and there was the smell of wine, pancakes, and fried fruits in the air.

"Oh, the white osmanthus wine in Guihuafang is getting more and more fragrant."

Xiaoqiao, the personal maid in the carriage, said in a baby voice.

Xiaoqiao is only twelve years old this year. In addition, she is born with a baby face and is small in stature. She looks no different from a ten-year-old child. The little girl had a chubby face, rosy white, and wore a green cotton skirt. In her little hands, she was rubbing the hair tie for Lu Sheng to tie his hair when he got off the car.

This hair tie is made of a very expensive kind of bark, which naturally emits a faint fragrance, but the only disadvantage is that it becomes hard when it is cold, and needs to be rubbed with warm hands to soften it.

Lu Sheng smiled and said nothing.

The carriage stopped soon.

He lifted the curtain and got off the carriage. The gray-white street was paved with bluestone bricks, each as big as a washbasin.

Cars were coming and going on the street, and people were leading horses back and forth.

The vendors and the girls and women who came out to stroll around were not shy, showing their faces and laughing.

Lu Sheng looked up at the wine shop in front of him.

The white plaque was rectangular, with three big characters written in a flamboyant style in the middle: Osmanthus Shop.

"Mr. Lu is here! Please come in! The No. A room is reserved for you!" A servant came up with a smile.

Lu Sheng nodded, acting like a rich young man, and took the silver-rimmed white paper fan from the small hand beside him. He shook it gently, and the fan opened. On it was a picture of mountains and rivers with misty waves, with mountains and rivers rising and falling, light and dark overlapping, and an inscription that showed the style of a great man.

He followed the servant into the wine shop with ease.

The wine shop was divided into two floors, and many people were sitting in the hall on the first floor listening to people singing.

A girl in green stood crisply in the empty space, with a gentle voice, and there was a middle-aged woman playing the pipa next to her.

The song was a song called "Three Meetings", which told the sad love story of a general going to war and a fox girl in the mountains.

Unfortunately, the drinkers present were all rough people, and only a few literati could understand it, while the rest ignored the girl and the two. There was not much reward.

Lu Sheng stopped and saw how lively the first floor was. He simply found an empty seat and sat down.

"Who ordered the Three Meetings?" He casually asked the waiter.

He had a different status in Guihuafang. If Guihuafang was equivalent to a high-end entertainment club on Earth, then he was the supreme VIP customer here. He spent at least hundreds of thousands a year.

With such an expenditure, he would be considered a top customer in a small northern city like Jiuliancheng.

"It's Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou Que." The waiter whispered back.

Lu Sheng didn't make it difficult for him and waved his hand to let him go.

After he pulled Xiaoqiao to sit down, he swept his eyes around the crowd on the first floor and soon saw a pale, thin young man in white clothes, holding a flashy golden lotus leaf folding fan in his hand, gently shaking it.

"I guess he's attracted to the singing little girl again." Lu Sheng shook his head.

"The eldest son warned him last time. This guy is really a bad guy!" Xiaoqiao pouted and said dissatisfiedly.

Lu Sheng smiled and stopped talking. He began to listen to the music quietly.

A table of wine and food was soon served on the dark red wooden table. Lu Sheng picked up a piece of lettuce and fried pork shreds and put it in his mouth. He took a sip of white osmanthus wine, which was almost like a drink. The faint sweet floral fragrance mixed together was almost like drinking juice.

"Splendid clothes and delicious food, no worries, and a little beauty maid warming the bed, such a life is simply too **." Lu Sheng sometimes wondered whether he should live like this for the rest of his life. Anyway, this kind of life of parasites was what he had always pursued in his previous life.

Eat a bite of food and drink a sip of wine.

Then open your mouth and let Xiaoqiao stuff a peeled salted ice shrimp.

In this northern snow city, ice shrimp is a specialty here. If you scoop it out in the thick ice hole, you can catch a large number of translucent shrimps.

This is ice shrimp.

Ice shrimps are half the length of ordinary shrimps, but they are extremely delicious. The shrimp meat melts in your mouth, and it is truly delicious.

Of course, the price is also very expensive. It is a luxury for ordinary people to eat once a month, and how can they have it every meal like him.

While Lu Sheng was eating delicious food, drinking fine wine, and listening to songs, he was thinking about other things.

He has been in this world similar to ancient China for so many days. But according to his observation, this world has many strange things.

At first he thought he had returned to ancient times, but later he found that it was not. The customs and customs here, the festival climate, are far different from any dynasty region he knows.

While Lu Sheng was thinking about something, the door of the wine shop opened again.

A group of strong men in short and tight clothes came in one after another, and found a table near the corner and sat down.

These strong men were not locals at first glance. Their dress was more like they came from the Central Plains, and their clothes and temperament were not as rough as those in the north.

"Alas."

The leading man was a bald man with copper earrings and a face full of flesh, but he sighed at this time: "This life is unbearable."

"Brother, what are you worried about? We can't get through Lijia Village. We can take the second road and go around Zhang Village." Another man frowned.

"What do you know? I went from Zhang Village when I came to meet up. The situation is similar to Lijia Village. Many people died." The flesh on the bald man's face trembled, and his expression became more worried.

"What happened, brother, tell the brothers and let us learn more." A man urged.

The bald man sighed again: "I don't know the details. I only know that several fishing villages near Suiyang Lake have had problems. It seems that there are water ghosts."

"Water ghosts!? No way?"

Lu Sheng's table was not far from them, and he could hear their undisguised chat. Originally, he just listened for fun, but he didn't expect these people to actually talk about mysterious things.

In this life, the Lu family is one of the most wealthy families in the Northern Ice City. To say that they are a millionaire is still an understatement. If compared with people on Earth, they are at least wealthy people with assets of over 100 million.