Ask This Spring

Looking up at the dark and oppressive sky, it is estimated that the snow will fall soon, Mr. Yu can't tell, he can't help but sigh, he knew it would be so uncomfortable when he came out, he would definitely stay in Zhuo Mansion. It's better than being tortured by cold and severe pain.

If he can't find the medical hall before dark and lie on the fire kang for acupuncture, his legs are probably going to be abolished.

With the wooden barrel in his hand, Qu's **** ash was spread out in front of the door, so as not to compact the snow too smoothly, and when someone walked around, one would fall to the ground without being aware of it.

Hearing the movement, the woman glanced forward and found an old man standing not far away. It was nine cold days, but his forehead couldn't help oozing hot sweat, so she wiped it with his cuff every moment, even so. With layers of frost still condensing on the eyebrows, coupled with the staggering steps, it looks pitiful.

Qu is a kindhearted person, otherwise he would not have brought the lonely and helpless Qu Yi home.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

When Mr. Yu saw someone actively asking, his eyes were filled with joy. He squatted forward and tremblingly said, "Dare to ask if there is a medical clinic nearby. If Yu stayed here for too long, he has committed arthralgia again."

"This is a bit of a hassle. The nearest hospital is closed at this hour, and the rest is in the east of the city. It will take less than half an hour to rush from here. It's better to let my son hire a carriage. You send it there, it's better to sit in the house."

Mr. Yu was almost fainted by the freezing cold, so he naturally wouldn't refuse. He closed his mouth and walked into the room with a deep foot and a shallow foot. He sighed comfortably when he was sitting on the warm warm Kang.

In the past, Qu lived in Xiaohe Village. Many of the elderly in the village suffered from arthralgia. At the time of the attack, it seemed that there were countless fine needles punctured in the flesh and the pain made people feel restless. The weather will be pretty good in the afternoon. Who would have thought that the snow would fall as soon as the sun sets. It's really unfortunate.

Qu Yi was boiling water in the kitchen, and when she walked into the house, she found her stepmother bringing a strange old man into the house, her brows frowned.

The mother and son have lived together for nearly ten years. The Qu family knew his son’s character very well, and explained before he spoke: “The father has suffered from arthritis. Yi'er hires a car and sends him to the hospital in the east of the city.”

Even though the lights in the room were dim, Qu Yi could clearly see the old man’s pale face. He remembered the situation when he was ill, but did not refuse, and walked outside and said: "You pour him a bowl of fairy wine, and my son will go to the next door to call Chen Sheng. Catch the car."

Hearing this, Qu immediately reacted, walked to the cabinet, took out the dark brown wine jar, scooped some wine, and ignored the heat, and directly brought it to the old man, holding on to the back of his neck, and said : "This is a medicinal wine prepared by my daughter. It can relieve pain. You can drink it quickly."

Even if he is suffering from pain, Mr. Yu does not believe what the woman in front of him said. He has been suffering from this old problem for more than 20 years.

As soon as he wanted to refuse, a strong and domineering aroma of wine pierced into his nose, which was even more enticing than the royal wine he had drunk before.

Mr. Yu’s Adam’s apple slid up and down, unable to say anything. He took a sip and tasted the taste. The old face showed shock and admired, “Good wine!”

Could it be bad? Shenxian wine is made with clear bottomless as the raw material, and added a lot of clear and sweet unnamed well water, and finally mixed with a variety of medicinal materials. Is there any reason to taste bad?

At this moment, there is no need for Qu Shi to press his head to forcefully pour. Mr. Yu took the initiative to hold the coarse porcelain bowl, boasting and tasting it. After a while, he drank the potion wine in the bowl cleanly.

The bottomless taste is strong, and the stamina is a little bit stronger. Mr. Yu sat on the kang, his face turned into pig liver color, and he was breathing heavily.

"Madam, dare to ask what is the name of this medicinal wine? Can it be sold and old?"

"This is a fairy wine. My son was bitten by a mountain wolf a few years ago. His old illness is hard to heal. Whenever the weather changes, the wound always hurts badly. But after drinking this fairy wine, he did not get sick this time. There is only one altar, and the quantity is not large, I am afraid I can't sell it to you."

Hearing this, Mr. Yu's eyes dimmed, and when he was relieved, he found that the pain in his knees had disappeared. Could this wine really have a miraculous effect? It's really a god!

He rubbed his knees subconsciously, and said excitedly: "Madam, who is your daughter's last name, can you recommend it? The old man is willing to spend a lot of money to buy these fine wines."

Before Qu could answer, Qu Yi returned to the house with a cold body, brushed the snow on his shoulders, and said, "The carriage is outside the door, and the old man will go with me."

Most of the pain in his legs has dissipated. At this moment, Mr. Yu was a little bit reluctant to leave this crude tiled house, but his arthritis relapsed and he had to go to the doctor for acupuncture. He could only follow the young man step by step and ride in the carriage. Hurry in the direction of the hospital.

After Zhuo Lian filled the Jinbo wine into a brand new porcelain bottle, he still had no time to spare, just because the boss Fei gave some good honey a few days ago, he had to imitate the former Iron Crown Taoist and brew honey.

Few people in North Korea use honey to make wine in Dazhou. There are three reasons: one is that honey is expensive, and it is difficult for ordinary people to reach it; second, the best koji is rare, and insufficient koji will make the honey sour and waste good things in vain; Third, because the brewing of mead has extremely high requirements on heat, the long-term workers in the wine shop are not easy to control, and the finished product is good or bad, and there are fewer people brewing it.

However, Zhuo Lian is not afraid of this. She has lived in the Republic of China for nearly 30 years and has seen a lot of various drinks. Many methods have been simplified, easy to learn, and will not make mistakes.

While thinking about her, he started a fire, poured the yellow honey in the jar into the pot, took a clean bamboo spoon, picked out the floating foam, dead bees and other impurities, and made the honey with a small fire to prevent it from mashing and spilling. Burnt.

As the temperature rises, the sweet fragrance of honey water slowly overflows from the kitchen, enveloping the entire wine shop. Huan Yun Zhenlin was young, and she was particularly coveted by the sweetness. At this moment, both ran to the kitchen and watched the woman making honey.

"Sister-in-law, is this honey also used to make wine?"

The little girl stared at the stove eagerly and couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

"Exactly, now the honey is immature, it may cause stomach trouble if you eat it. When the honey wine is brewed, I will keep some at home, and we can also be sweet."

Zhuo Lian was very attentive when making wine. He only said a few words to the little girls before putting all his heart in the pot, not even knowing when Huan Shen came in.

When Huan Yun saw her second brother, she just wanted to speak, she saw the young man wave her hand and stopped her talking.

Zhen Lin thought of Father Zhen unconsciously, she was extremely frightened, and she took Yun Niang out of the kitchen. Before leaving, she did not forget to close the wooden door to prevent the cold wind from coming in. Sister Zhuo suffered. It's cold.

The honey water boiled in the pot for half an hour. Zhuo Lian tasted the taste and found that the heat was almost over, so he poured it into the porcelain urn, added the hot rice soup, and then crushed into small pieces of Xiangquan Qubing with raw silk Wrapped and thrown into it, after Weng's mouth was sealed, she was relieved.

"Busy working?"

A low voice came from behind, stunned the woman. She turned her head and saw Huan Shen standing behind her. She calmed down and said: "When did the uncle come? The gentleman is far from the chef, this is not your place. The place."

"Gentleman?" The young man curled his lips. "What kind of gentleman am I? I'm just a brash man with **** hands."

Zhuo Lian didn't know what to say, she looked down and thought for a moment, and suddenly the face of Fan Zhujun appeared in her mind, tentatively asking: "What is the identity of the son who came to the door with Zhuo Yujin today?"

"Why? Sister-in-law also took a fancy to his good skin look? This person is from the sixth-rank Zhenwei captain, and the elders in the family look at the marriage." The youth's tone was calm, but his generous palms Clenched into a fist, bursts of fury surged in his heart, wishing to drive Fan Zhujun out of Bianzhou, lest Zhuo's thoughts would be random.

Hearing this, Zhuo Lian also knew that Huan Shen had misunderstood, and said anxiously: "That Xiaowei has clear eyebrows and a tall and slender stature. How can he look like a rough warrior? What's more, if I remember correctly, Fan Lan has a niece called Fan Zhujun, the daughter of General Huaihua."

When the words fell, she measured Huan Shen's expression, but did not find any clues.

It stands to reason that this person should have seen the identity of the heroine long ago, and was moved by the constant getting along, but the previous attitude was too indifferent. What went wrong?

"Lieutenant Fan is the imperial court commander. Sister-in-law must not speak nonsense, so as not to cause trouble to the upper body." Huan Shen said lightly.

Fan Zhujun had a good relationship with the Seventh Prince, and the General Mansion stood behind him. Even if she violated the military regulations and was dressed as a man to fight with the army, such news could not be revealed from Zhuo's mouth, otherwise it would definitely cause a lot of trouble.

Zhuo Lian also thought of this, and nodded sternly.

Glancing at the porcelain urn on the ground, she said: "I beg my uncle to help me and lift the porcelain urn to the storeroom. It is too much trouble to leave it here."

Huan Shen didn't talk nonsense, stooping to hold the thing in his arms, Zhuo Lian was very envious of that light appearance.

"Before my uncle came to Beijing, my concubine once said that I would dig out Songling wine and pick up the dust for you, but now Tonglin Mountain is full of ice and snow, and the journey is difficult. I am afraid that I will have to wait until next spring to drink. ."

Most brewers love wine, and Zhuo Lian is no exception. As long as I think of the wine buried in the pine roots, those apricot eyes are especially bright.

Putting the porcelain urn on the floor of the warehouse, Huan Shen patted the dust on his palm and asked, "What is the matter with you and Zhuo Family?"

Now that the Huanzhuo two families are already on opposite sides, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are fighting each other. Because Zhuo Xiao was the original biological father, Zhuo Lian has been scolded for unfilial piety recently. Those defenders thought she was blindfolded by gold, silver and money, and even caring for blood relatives, no difference from ungrateful beasts.

Zhuo Lian doesn't care about the opinions of those outsiders, but Huan Shen is different. He is the future Lord Zhen Guo. If he hates himself, he is afraid of something wrong.

Just as she was hesitating how to speak, she heard the man's muffled voice, "No matter, I believe you are."