Immortal Sword Pavilion

Chapter 707 Brewing Story (for subscription, recommendation)
Once drunk, Zhou Yu slept for seven days and seven nights.

When he woke up, it was night, with few stars in the sky, and the clear and crisp chirping of insects could be heard in his ears.

For some reason, Zhou Yu suddenly felt unprecedentedly relaxed, as if he had returned to the time when he had never cultivated immortality, and there was a sense of freedom in his heart.

There is a sense of novelty in seeing anything.

Even though most of the large and small empty wine jars in this courtyard were covered with dust and crooked, Zhou Yu looked particularly pleasing to the eye.

Even if you look at it for a long time, you will feel that this crumbling wine jar seems to exude a different charm.

"You can know all kinds of flavors in wine, and it's not bad to be a winemaker." Thinking of this, Zhou Yu walked towards the room.

As he took a step forward, there seemed to be an invisible force rippling out at this moment.

The moment Zhou Yu walked into the room, the upside-down wine jars in the courtyard were already divided into several rows, neatly arranged in the spacious courtyard.

Because of these wines, he once again experienced the feeling of being a mortal.

And this time, unlike Huang Pingshan's deliberate effort, no matter how much mana he uses, his state of mind will not fluctuate in any way.

Because he was already drunk.

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was slightly bright, and Zhou Yu walked out of the gate.

At this time, although there are few pedestrians.

But on both sides of the street, there are hawkers selling crisp vegetables, fresh fruits, hot steamed buns, fried fried dough sticks and so on.

As Zhou Yu walked out, the peddlers began to sell enthusiastically, without too much deliberation, and there was no need to feign quarrels, just because there were customers coming.

A moment later, Zhou Yu sat in front of a steaming noodle stall with wrapped fried dough sticks in his hand, and ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

When looking back while waiting, the hot market in the market will be born leisurely.

This is the world, this is the world of mortals.

"Do you want onion, garlic, and pepper for Yangchun noodles?" the noodle stall owner asked while picking up the cooked noodles.

"All the onion and garlic, more spicy." Zhou Yu said immediately without the slightest hesitation.

"Good."

After three breaths, the Yangchun Noodles, which looked like snow clouds, were brought up.

Embellished with cyan green onions, a trace of red oil gradually overflows in the hot air, which whets the appetite.

After a cup of tea, Zhou Yu left three Wen coins on the dining table.

"Boss, buy grain." After a stick of incense, Zhou Yu came to a Chen's rice grain store, looked at the boss who was picking rice piles, and shouted.

"May I ask what kind of grain you need, I have whole grains here, as well as ground flour and wheat
If you buy a lot, we can also help you deliver it to your home. " Shopkeeper Chen, with a goatee, said enthusiastically.

"One hundred catties of rice."

"One hundred catties? Young master, if you buy so much at a time, you won't be afraid of spoiling it." Shopkeeper Chen looked at Zhou Yu, looking at the tender skin and tender meat, he didn't look like a good cook.

"Then let's make a discount." Zhou Yu said.

"Hey, my lord is joking." Shopkeeper Chen's smile gradually froze.

"One hundred catties is used to make wine, not much." Zhou Yu didn't continue joking, but said lightly.

Half an hour later, the clerk of the rice shop pushed the cart and delivered the rice to Zhou Yu's house together with Zhou Yu.

"These five coins are a tip for you, and I will do the rest myself."

Under the happy eyes of the grain store clerk, Zhou Yu walked into the courtyard with a hundred catties of rice in one hand.

"This scholar has great strength." The door was slowly closed in the astonishment of the waiter at Chen's rice store.

……

Wine making is a craft that has been passed down from ancient times to the present. Although there are many ways to make wine, Zhou Yu still decided to adopt the simplest and original method.

Washing rice, steaming, cooling, and sealing are generally these four steps. Zhou Yu does not count the addition of distiller's yeast in these four steps.

Because the wine he was going to make was an extraordinary wine.

The fermented thing is naturally not an ordinary distiller's koji, but a distiller's koji made from all kinds of flavors in the world.

Only the wine that contains life is the good wine he needs to brew.

In a flash, Zhou Yu came to the backyard and drew cold water from the well.

He poured a hundred catties of rice into a wine barrel and washed them one by one with his own hands.

During the process of washing the rice, Zhou Yu had no other thoughts in his mind, and what emerged in his mind was his ordinary past life.

Every grain of rice is scrubbed in the palm of the hand, and all kinds of things about the past emerge one by one in front of his eyes.

Half an hour later, the washed rice was put into the pot above the raging fire.

Cooked over a high fire, the flowers bloom like brocade.

Let cool, and seal.

Zhou Yu also sat in front of the wine jar, looking at the ordinary wine jar, surrounded by thoughts.

Sitting like this, I have been sitting for 27 days.

One day represents one year in the previous life.

When Zhou Yu lifted the wine seal, a dull aroma of wine came from the wine jar.

He picked up the wine spoon, shook a spoonful, and swallowed it down his throat.

"It's really tasteless." Zhou Yu opened his eyes, and there was a slight smile in his eyes.

This smile is not dissatisfaction.

On the contrary, when he calmed down, he could feel that ordinary life again from this wine.

Although the wine was bland, he was willing to indulge in it.

The next day, early morning.

A plume of cooking smoke was burning again in the furnace.

In the smoke, in the fire in the stove, if someone is willing to calm down and look at it, they can vaguely see that a child has ushered in a new life.

Three years later.

The willow catkins are scattered in the courtyard, and a young man is lying leisurely on the armchair, beside the armchair, there is a stone table.

On the stone table, there is a plate of peanuts and a jug of wine, which is easy to pick up.

"Dong dong!"

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

After three beeps, a young man walked in with an old servant.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Zhou?" Looking at the people in the courtyard, a young man named Liu Hao said respectfully.

"If there is no one else in this courtyard, then I am the Mr. Zhou you are talking about." Zhou Yu opened his eyes sleepily, glanced at the two of them casually, and said lightly.

"But come to ask for wine, do you know the rules?"

"I know, a story can be exchanged for a bottle of fine wine from Mr. Liu Hao." Immediately, Liu Hao said happily.

"It's good to know, the wine is in the courtyard, you can go anywhere at any time, but the premise is that the story satisfies me." Zhou Yu nodded.

For the past three years, he has been brewing wine in this courtyard, and as time passed, there was a burst of wine fragrance that dispersed from the courtyard.

The smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, not to mention that his place is not that kind of secluded alley.

After a long time, people naturally came up to beg for wine.

For this, Zhou Yu naturally wished for it.

Life is limited, even the life of a cultivator is limited.

As early as a year ago, he had already run out of wine, and someone came to ask for it, which naturally saved him from going out to find the koji for wine making.

A story, a jar of fine wine.

This is the rule that has been passed down.

(End of this chapter)