Ask This Spring

Although Zhuo Lian became the wife of the imperial court, his life hasn't changed much. Every day, he will go to the wine shop before dawn, treat the amber light by fire, and prepare to sell the rice wine in the shop.

After the family became wealthy, Huanmu bought a few maids from Renyazi, and they all signed a death contract, not afraid that they would have strange intentions.

Zhuo Lian was not accustomed to being close to strangers. It just happened that the four court ladies who had been rewarded by the saint had been waiting for longer, and her temperament was no longer as impetuous as before, so she took Qingmei Xueying by her side without making any trouble.

At this moment, Zhuo Lian was sitting opposite the mud house, and he reached out to explore the thick bamboo curtain, and found that the temperature was not enough, so he pointed to Qingmei Nunu's mouth: "Add more charcoal. Even if it is cooked with a slow fire, the fire cannot be so weak, otherwise If the wine is easy to change sour, these good raw materials will be ruined."

With a cry, Qingmei used iron tongs to push the charcoal fire into the mud room. She called to stop when it was the fourth block.

"Master, you are sitting outside the mud room. You can't see what is going on in the porcelain urn. How can you tell if the temperature is right?"

Hearing this, Zhuo Lian couldn't help but chuckle, "Go to the kitchen and ask Uncle Fu. Even if he closes his eyes, he can still detect the size of the fire. After all, he has been busy in front of the stove for decades. This is the experience."

Gently shook the pu fan in her hand, the woman just picked up the herbal tea when she saw Xue Ying rushing to the backyard, her delicate face was a bit weird.

"Master, it will be the birthday of General Huaihua in a few days. The servant of Fan Mansion sent a post. Please come over."

A trace of surprise appeared in Zhuo Lian's eyes. Since she handed her the prescription of Huang Wan to the third prince, she completely offended Fan Zhujun. Moreover, the woman was still in collusion with Zhuo Yujin and sent someone to knock her unconscious. Taken to Qi's house. At this point, she didn't believe that General Fan knew nothing about it. Now she sent someone to invite herself over, and she didn't know what medicine was sold in the gourd.

Zhuo Lian took the post in his hand, glanced at it and said: "The invitation has been delivered to the door, so you can't stop it, otherwise, in the eyes of those high-ranking officials, you will have a frivolous reputation."

Qingmei walked behind the master, pressed her hands on her soft shoulders, and said softly: "The general hasn't returned to the house for three or four days. The old lady was still asking just now, and the servant didn't know how to explain it."

"The army is busy. The business we have is just a small mess. How can we disturb my uncle? I will appease the mother-in-law. You don't have to intervene."

Last time Zhuo Lian had a dispute with Huan Shen, and never saw that person again, but it was a good thing not to see each other. At least she would not hesitate any longer and make a decision that would make herself regretful for a lifetime.

Seeing that the charcoal fire in the mud hut was about to go out, she called Qu Yi Chizhong and others to the front, and the few people worked together to move the porcelain urn that had been treated by the fire forcing method outside.

Qingmei Xueying came out of the palace, and she has seen a little more in the world than ordinary people. They often warm wine to the imperial concubines, and they also know what the quality of the royal wine is. At this moment, they smell the mellow and sweet aroma. She showed her intoxication, and it took a long time for her to relax.

"Lianniang, there are a lot of amber lights now, and it's time to get it in the store." Qu Yi's apple throat slid up and down, his voice a little hoarse.

"Brother Yi, don't worry, I have made more rice wine. Even if there are many customers in our store, it will not be sold out for a while."

The fire method is to boil the wine with a slow fire. The excessively high temperature makes the wine in the urn continuously evaporate, and the tempting aroma of the wine continues to overflow, not only flooding the entire backyard, but even drifting into the front hall. inside.

Qu hurried over, muttering: "What I said smells so fragrant, it turns out that rice wine is made. Lianniang, the regular customers in the store have very good noses, and they smelled it just now. Shall we take out two altars and let them try?"

Zhuo Lian nodded without hesitation. In the past, the wines taken out of the mud huts had to stand overnight before they could be sold, but this time the brewing was made with excellent rouge and there were very few impurities, so there was no need to wait.

The woman found two clean wine jars from the warehouse, and used bamboo chopsticks wrapped with silk to poke into the small holes under the porcelain urn. Zi, I saw the golden wine patter dripping down, all poured into the altar.

Qingmei swallowed and couldn't help asking, "Master, is this the amber light that the Ninth Prince called for?"

In the past, this maid seldom came to the wine shop. He had only heard of the name of Amber Light, but had not really seen it. At that time, Huan Yun couldn't help but praise the wine. She thought it was a little girl who was talking big, but she did not expect that the quality of rice wine was indeed better than the royal wine in the palace. Just smelling it, she felt that her tongue would produce fluid. It's even more fascinating.

With great strength, Qu Yi held the two heavy jars firmly in his arms, followed Qu and walked to the front hall. The guests in the room could not help but cheer when they saw the two porcelain altars.

"Brother Qu, what's the name of this wine? Why haven't I smelled it before?" a man with a wealthy figure asked.

"The name of this wine is Amber Light. It takes longer to brew than the clear, golden wave, and the color is the purest golden color, 500 liters per liter."

Although the price of rice wine is high, it is not a big deal for the guests who frequent the wine shop.

The voices of adding wine came one after another, and the Qu family was very busy. Later, when Chi Zhong Yang Wu and others stepped forward to help, she was relieved.

Even if Zhuo Lian didn't go to the front hall, he could guess how hot the business was in the store.

She was born in troubled times in the previous life. The people lived precariously, and there were not a few drinking people. Nowadays, although there are humiliating people in Da Zhou, the war will not spread to the capital anyway. There will only be more guests coming to the door than in the previous life. Will be less.

Xueying stood at the door, opened the curtain and looked inside. Seeing the lively scene, she couldn't help but be speechless.

When she first came to Huan's house, she thought that her master was just an empty vase. How could she have thought that in less than half a year, her impression had changed drastically.

If such women are all vases, then what kind of masters are the masters?

Zhuo Lian found a jug of exquisite workmanship, poured amber light into it, and put the fruit wine and flower brew into the basket, and said to the green plum:

"You send things to Qi's pharmacy."

The gloomy face of General Huan appeared in her mind, and Qingmei secretly gave a sigh of relief, and asked with a pale face: "Master, would it be inappropriate for us to deliver wine in private? Master Qi is not married yet, and you are born young and beautiful. Will cause misunderstanding..."

Hearing this, Zhuo Lian frowned for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"What you said makes sense, you don't have to send it away, so as not to embarrass him."

Seeing that the master had given up the idea, Qingmei let out a sigh of relief.

At first, she still had the thought of flying to the branch, but after recognizing the nature of General Huan, who would dare to think about it any more? Although the glory and wealth are good, she must have life and enjoyment. She wants to live for two more years.

Another five days passed in a blink of an eye. Early that morning, Zhuo Lian got into the carriage and hurried towards Fan's house.

Holding a gift prepared in advance, Qingmei sat on a low stool and stared at the woman in front of her without blinking. She only felt that God was really eccentric. Not only did she give the master a great gift for winemaking, but it also came with it. A gorgeous face.

On weekdays, Zhuolian is not a fan. Although Qingmei knows that her features are exquisite, she can't see anything, but today she is wearing a smoky purple skirt, which makes her skin white and soft, and she can't spot any blemishes at all.

As a second-rank Huaihua general, Fan Zhao made great military exploits in the early years. Even if his only protégé is not up to date, the Fan family can still be called a behemoth. How can ordinary people dare to provoke him?

When he reached the street where the General Mansion was located, the cars were still there for a while, and Qingmei opened the curtains, and found that the street had been blocked long ago. People could pass, but cars and horses were not easy to pass.

"Master, there are so many people coming to celebrate our birthday, shall we wait first, or just walk over?"

Across a thin car curtain, the noisy noise couldn't help but dig into his ears. Zhuo Lian stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "Go over, anyway, you don't need to be far away, so you don't have to toss about it anymore."

Qingmei nodded, and jumped out of the carriage while holding the gift. She wanted to help her master down, but when she saw the woman's neat movements, she withdrew her hand calmly.

There are not few female relatives walking on the street like Zhuo Lian, and she even met an old acquaintance.

Thinking of the daughter who was suffering in the remote temple, it seemed that a sharp blade had pierced into her heart, causing Fan Lan to be overwhelmed with pain, and her face with heavy makeup became distorted and hideous.

Fan Lan is Fan Zhao's concubine and the grandmother of the General's Mansion. It is reasonable to appear here, but Zhuo Lian didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Feeling the unkind look in her eyes, Qingmei lowered her voice and asked, "Master, who is that lady?"

"She is the wife of Zhuo Jia Winery."

Hearing this, Qingmei suddenly realized that she was the stepmother of the master. No wonder she looked so fierce. It was strange that Fan's blood and flesh had been driven out of the capital, and her stepdaughter became a second-class imperial wife.

"Don't worry about her, let's go first."

At this moment, the master and servant had entered the gate of Fan's house and handed the gift to the servant. Then a maid dressed in purple led the way and led them into the hall.

As soon as Zhuo Lianfu entered the hall, countless eyes were cast on her. Fan Zhujun sat beside her mother, looking at the young woman who came by, his pale face became more and more ugly.

It seems that the cousin is right, Zhuo Shi is indeed a fox meizi, otherwise, she is a widow, why should she dress so glamorously? I don't understand the rules and the rules are not in good manners. If it is really a small family, how can there be so many stinky problems?

Fan Zhujun grew up in Jiangmen since she was a child. Compared with ordinary girls, she was more reluctant to hide her emotions. She inevitably showed a little bit on her face. It was Fan's mother who pulled her sleeves and bowed her head. .

A lady next to her with seven secrets in her heart, chuckled and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the woman who was born in the face should be the Huan Zhuo clan. She has been in Beijing less than a year ago, and she has gained a lot of fame. It seems there is some use to imitate Wenjun Dangluo to sell wine."

Many female relatives covered their lips with their hands and laughed. The contempt in their eyes was disdainful to hide. They have been raised in Gaomen since the day they were born. How can they look at business girls? It is said that the Huan Zhuo family is still a widow, so she is not afraid that her dead husband will not be peaceful under Jiuquan.

At this moment, Zhuo Lian came to the front, her ears were not bad, and she naturally heard the lady's words clearly.

The maid led her to the edge of the wooden chair, but the woman did not take a seat. Instead, she walked forward and stood in front of Fan Zhujun. She said quietly, "What are you talking about? Why speak louder so that I can also laugh. Smile."