Ask This Spring

Regardless of how itchy Fei Nian is, the amber light has not been taken out of the pottery urn. Even if he wants to break the sky and still can't taste the perfect taste, he still has to wait overnight. Anxious to eat hot tofu, Fei Nian understood the truth, so he sighed and called the man to the front, and sent Zhuo Lian back to Huan's restaurant.

When Zhuo Lian arrived home, it was already dark, and it happened that Uncle Fu hadn't left yet. The two people worked together to lift the pottery urn in the mud house, pierce the sealed yellow wax with thin bamboo strips, filter out impurities, and release the turbid liquid. Take the wine in a bamboo tube and put it into a plain white porcelain bottle. Because I will move out of Bianzhou in a few days, there is no need to store the drinks in the urn, and they are all installed to avoid waste.

The wine-fetching shed was very simple, covered by bamboo curtains on all sides, and the cold wind roared and drilled in continuously along the cracks. Even if there was a charcoal stove next to it, Zhuo Lian was shivering with the cold.

Uncle Fu learned of what happened from Huanmu. At this moment, his complexion was really not good, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Zhuo Xiaotong really has no conscience. You are his own flesh and blood. The father and daughter have been together for more than ten years. He hasn't eaten yet, he is fascinated by Caibo, and he is not doing as good as an animal!"

Zhuo Lian's cheeks were red, and he put his hands on the stove to bake it, but it gradually became warmer.

"The Zhuo family has been deeply rooted in Bianzhou. Nowadays, it is not only the nobles who cling to the capital, Qingfengxiao has also been selected as the imperial wine. If we are against them, there is no difference between hitting a stone with a pebble, and we might as well retreat. An Sheng lives her own life." After a pause, she continued: "Uncle Fu, do you want to go to Beijing with us?"

Uncle Fu was not a servant who had signed a contract to sell his life, but a cook whom Huan father invited back. When the Huan’s family fell, he did not leave like a long-time worker and left without looking back. Instead, he stayed in the difficult wine shop and continued to help. Zhuo Lian admires this kind of behavior and wants to bring people to the capital, but the feeling of leaving home is really bad. If Uncle Fu is unwilling, she can't force it.

The middle-aged man hesitated on his face and said for a long time: "I don't want to leave the wine shop, but my mother is almost 60 years old. I will go back to persuade her tonight, and I will reply to Lianniang tomorrow."

Zhuo Lian nodded slightly, and moved the plain-colored porcelain bottles to the warehouse in turn, with a pot of honey on the back, sitting in the hall waiting for Huan Shen to return home.

I don’t know how long I’ve waited. Most of the bottle of wine in the pot has gone to Zhuo Lian’s eyelids, fighting hard, and suddenly hearing a sound of footsteps outside, she abruptly stood up, and saw the sharp-eyed young man walking. When entering the house, put the basket on the ground.

Huan Shen stayed in the mountains for a few hours, standing in front of him, he could feel the chill on his face, Zhuo Lian's eyes were a little bit ashamed, and he swept away the snow on the shoulders and temples with a duster as he said. : "Once the black snake on the mountain hibernates, it will crawl into the corner of the horn. It is not easy to find it out. Uncle has worked hard."

Huan Shen didn't say a word, grasped the bottle on the table with his generous hands, poured the light golden honey wine into the cup, raised his head, and drank it directly into his belly, acting extremely boldly.

Seeing this scene, Zhuo Lian couldn't help feeling embarrassed. The cup was the one she had just used. Before she could clean it, she was taken by the uncle. Shouldn't he tell him?

The white porcelain is not produced by official kilns, but the texture is tentatively clear and translucent. With the rough and red palms of men because of the bitter cold, the contrast is very sharp.

For a moment, Zhuo Lian sighed lowly, ignoring the minutiae, turned around and took out the ointment from the room, stuffed it into the hands of the young man, and said warmly: "It’s cold in winter, and the skin is easy to crack. Finding those long worms will probably take a lot of hard work, so quickly apply the ointment to avoid frostbite."

The oil lamp in the main room is not very bright, but if you get close, you can see the beautiful eyebrows of a woman. Zhuo’s facial features are well-born, with bright eyes and slightly hooked corners. Huan Shen’s favorite is these eyes. His Adam’s apple keeps sliding, and the ghost said: "These black snakes were dug out in the snow caves, my hands It's frozen, and now I can't move."

Zhuo Lian didn't doubt the truthfulness of the words. Instead, he opened the simple porcelain cover, dipped his index finger with some transparent paste, first covered it in his palm, and then applied it to the back of the young man's hand.

As soon as she touched those hands, she seemed to be holding hard icicles, and she shivered slightly in the cold, but she did not let go, but carefully spread the ointment all over every corner and every inch of skin.

Huan Shen has practiced martial arts since he was young, and the weapon he often used was the long spear. Due to his continuous training, a thick layer of cocoon accumulated in his palm, which was hard and thorny, and extremely rough. Zhuo Lian couldn't help feeling a little bit of emotion in his heart. He only felt that he was able to accumulate and make a blockbuster. In addition to the time, he was also good enough. Without so many years of fighting and fighting, wanting to get ahead with military merit would be tantamount to a dream.

"Okay." She took two steps back.

The sweet scent lingering in front of his nose suddenly disappeared, Huan Shen's expression became more and more gloomy, and he looked sideways at the back basket placed on the ground, and asked in a low voice: "I have made three black shoots in total. I will clean up."

Holding the oil lamp in his hand, Zhuo Lian stepped forward and looked at the motionless little snake in the basket, "Are they all alive?"

Huan Shen nodded. There are a lot of snakes and insects on Tonglin Mountain, and the number of rats is quite considerable. After the black snake is hibernating, it will be gnawed into several pieces by the rat. He still selected it carefully before bringing these few back.

"As long as the **** capsule is cut out and thrown into the nameless well, there is no special taboo."

This method was obtained by Zhuo Lian in her previous life. The winery she managed was famous for brewing Coix wine. The water quality of the first well was not as good as that of the nameless well, but it could be called refreshing.

Unexpectedly, the good times did not last long. Some people threw the yang of the black snake into the well because of jealousy. Since then, the well water has exuded a fishy odor. If it is not for those with a sensitive sense of smell, it is impossible to find the difference, but the coix is ​​produced. But the wine's taste plummeted. She followed every step from the making of the song to the collection, only to find that the well water had a problem.

"In that case, it should not be too late. I will deal with the black shoots now, so as not to have more dreams at night."

"Alright." Zhuo Yan pursed her lips and nodded, followed Huan Shen and walked into the kitchen to see him holding a dagger and cutting things off in twos or twos. She didn't continue to delay any longer, she walked over with the tub in both hands. In front of Wumingjing, pour things into it.

Three days later, the Huan family rented a few carriages and rushed towards the capital.

In addition to the Huan family, the Qu family and Uncle Fu's mother and son were also on the carriage. At this moment, Zhuo Lian was flipping through the ledger and couldn't help thinking.

The rice is expensive in the capital, and it is not easy to be a big one. If you want to stand at the feet of the emperor, you will inevitably spend a lot of money. In the past six months, the business of the wine shop has been booming several times than usual. Otherwise, no matter how good Zhuo Lian's brewing skills are, it will not help.

Seeing the tight face of her daughter-in-law, Huanmu took her hand and persuaded softly: "There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, and the boat to the bridge will naturally be straight. Lianniang is a good person. No one else in the capital will stumble. Make the wine shop famous."

Zhuo Lian nodded while laughing, and Huan Yun snuggled in her sister-in-law's arms, laughing so hard that she couldn't close her mouth.

As soon as the Huan family left, Zhuo Xiaotong rushed to the wine shop and saw the nameless well next to the barn. His long and narrow eyes burst out with a bright light.

Zhuo Yujin stood aside and said softly: "Daddy, the wine shop happens to be brewing a batch of breeze. It's better to let the long workers come here to fetch water. The quality of the sake produced by that time will certainly not be inferior to the bottomless."

Staring at the dark well, Zhuo Xiaotong suddenly felt a little weird. If he was in Zhuo Lian's position and had such a good well in his hand, even if it was destroyed, he would not give in. The Huan family walked so freely. Will it be tricky?

Thinking of this in his heart, the man's face darkened, and he pointed at Qu Fusheng, and said, "You take a bucket of water first, and I will taste it."

"What's the taste? You can't trust your daughter or your grandfather? The difference of Wumingjing is what he said personally, and it will never go wrong." Although Zhuo Yujin's tone was gentle, he was faintly dissatisfied.

As the chief steward of the Zhuo family, Qu Fusheng naturally did not dare to violate the master's mind. He quickly raised the water, scooped a bowl, and sent it to Zhuo Xiaotong in front of him.

Looking down at the clear water in the bowl, Zhuo Xiao frowned closer together. I don’t know if he was thinking too much. At this moment, he smelled a fishy odor. He was upset and took a sip. Although the well water can be called cool, but the taste is very ordinary, and there is no advantage at all.

Seeing his father's complexion flushed and blue veins burst out of his forehead, Zhuo Yujin couldn't help but feel anxious.

"This is the nameless well you admire so much? After spending a full one thousand taels of silver, and using the favor of the Seven Princes, you bought this kind of thing? The water quality is ordinary and there is a hint of smell. If you really use this as a raw material to make wine, The Zhuo family’s sign was completely broken! It's really a thing that has less success than failure!"

While cursing, he threw the porcelain bowl on the ground fiercely. The porcelain bowl cracked at the sound, and all the fragments and water stains splashed on Zhuo Yujin's skirt, leaving large swaths of wet marks.

In order to fit the name of "Confucian Merchants" more closely, Zhuo Xiaotong always took care to maintain an elegant and gentle appearance, and rarely got angry in front of outsiders, but at this moment, he was already extremely angry, this kind of being fooled. Feeling how hard it is to endure, if Zhuo Lian stood in front of him, I am afraid he would have the idea of ​​skinning and dismantling people.

"Father, maybe we made a mistake. The nameless well water must be used when making wine. Otherwise, how can Zhuo Lian alone produce the bottomless and golden waves?" Zhuo Yujin still didn't give up, his eyes straightened. Gou stared at the well, her face twisted for a while.

Snap!

Zhuo Xiao slapped her face with the same slap, knocking the person to the ground, bleeding from the corners of her mouth.

"It's not enough to make a fool of yourself. Do you want to pay for the entire wine shop? Go back to the house quickly, pack up your things, and go to the capital in a few days, so that you don't have to stay here to be an eye-catcher." Ignoring the second daughter who fell on the ground, she flung her sleeves and left.

Standing in place, Qu Fusheng lowered his voice to persuade: "Miss, don't cry, the master is only so angry that he will say that hurtful language. When he is angry, you can try to mention it again. Maybe he agreed."

Zhuo Yujin got up from the ground staggering, not believing that she had been deceived. She squatted on the side of the wooden barrel, sipping the water from the well. After a while, her stomach was overwhelmed. She supported the wall of the well and couldn't help but vomit. , Tears and nose muddled his face, looking extremely embarrassed.

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"The Way of Dowager Women's Honor and Pet" by Chengliu

The daughter of the concubine was born shorter than the prostitute, and even married, she would be the sister's companion.

Zhizhi was used as the dowry of the sister-in-law, and they were carried into the gate of the palace together.

Zhizhi stayed in the palace and was bullied by namelessness, but he met the prince who came to the palace by chance.

His Royal Highness squeezed her tender chin: "Gu Zhi, would you like to serve the lonely?"

Zhizhi swallowed timidly, "Concubine... Concubine is willing."

Strong petting, scheming concubine vs tough prince.