Ask This Spring

Just went to the warehouse to check it out in the rain. Zhuo Lian's clothes were dampened by the rain again. Now it's late spring. Although the temperature is not low during the day, some coolness seeps in at night. If you don't prevent it, you will catch the wind and cold.

Finally had a chance to live again, Zhuo Lian would never make a joke about her body. She walked to the edge of the cutting board, cut the green onion and **** into filaments, cooked them in a porcelain pot, and put them in two bowls respectively. On the table, Wen said: "Uncle, drink some green onion and **** water first to avoid catching a cold."

Originally, Huan Shen didn't want to appreciate it, but he stretched out his hand without hitting the smiling face, and met the woman's implicitly worried look. Somehow, those words of refusal were choked in his throat, and he couldn't say it anyway. Feeling aggrieved in his heart, he frowned and raised the thick porcelain bowl, pouring into his mouth.

Seeing the young man's bold movements, Zhuo Lian's scalp was numb and he asked tremblingly, "Isn't it hot when I just got out of the pot?"

The soup was naturally hot, and Huan Shen's mouth was swelling and hot, as if thin needles were poking on the soft flesh, causing bouts of pain, but he didn't want to show it, so he resisted without saying a word.

The young man stood up quickly and walked to the room without looking back. Zhuo Lian hurriedly followed, and his little hand grabbed his cuff.

"and many more."

Huan Shen was impatient, but saw the woman scooped cold water from the jar and said, "Let’s drool, it won’t hurt as much as it cools."

Dense beads of sweat ooze from his forehead, one can imagine how difficult the pain is. Seeing that he doesn’t move, Zhuo Lian continues to persuade him, “My uncle came to the wine shop to look at me, if I can’t even take care of myself. Okay, how can you achieve your goal? You will be on duty with Shangguan tomorrow. If your mouth is full of blood blisters when you open your mouth, I am afraid that people will ridicule..."

The wooden scoop in his hand was snatched away. Zhuo Lian was not annoyed. He smiled and looked at the young man close at hand. After he rinsed his mouth with cold water several times, he asked with concern, "Does it still hurt?"

Huan Shen couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. The black eyes were icy, especially shocking, but there was a thin red at the base of his ears. Fortunately, only an oil lamp was lit in the kitchen and the light was dim. Otherwise, if Zhuo's embarrassed appearance had been affected by Zhuo's In the eyes, his face was lost.

The young man shook his head and left the kitchen without saying a word, without any clues on his face.

The rain water on her body is a little sticky. Zhuo Lian never treats herself badly. Before going to bed, she specially boiled hot water, poured it into a wooden bucket with a basin, and scrubbed her body clean with saponaria. Because of tossing for a long time, she slept late and got up late the next day. When she left the room, there was no one else in the wine shop. It was estimated that Huan Shen had already gone out and went to the government as a errand.

Thinking of the bluestone slab shattered by thunder last night, Zhuo Lian walked to the door of the warehouse, knelt down, and gently brushed his fingers across the gravel on the floor.

God didn't split this or that, but it just ruined the bluestone slab covering the well. Is it to remind yourself? Zhuo Lian was not superstitious in the past, but after returning from the dead, she was in awe of those mysterious powers. After thinking for a moment, she fetched the water with a wooden bucket. As soon as the clear water of the well appeared in her sight, Zhuo Lian couldn't wait to take a scoop, bowed her head and tasted it.

In the last life, Zhuo Lian had searched for famous springs near Peiping to make wine, but it was a pity that the springs were either exhausted or not luscious enough, which made her a great regret. Now that she tasted the water from the nameless well in front of her, she felt that a refreshing taste filled her mouth, completely opening her taste buds, as if she was not in a market at this moment, but in a lush mountain forest, the clearness and sweetness were extremely sweet. Tea saint Lu Yu will certainly be full of praise here.

Putting down the gourd scoop in his hand, Zhuo Lian closed his eyes and recollected. No wonder the Zhuo family was willing to buy three hundred taels of silver to buy the wine shop. Maybe they knew the uniqueness of this well for a long time, so they were so impatient.

Just as she was wondering how to use well water to make wine, Huanmu and Uncle Fu stepped into the gate of the wine shop. When they saw their daughter-in-law, Huanmu hurried forward and asked: "Last night, Mrs. Lian stayed in the wine shop and she slept well. Stable?"

Zhuo Lian said in his heart: Without Huan Shen, she would be more comfortable. But in front of her mother-in-law, she couldn't say bad things about her uncle, she just smiled and nodded, looking extraordinarily supple.

In the morning, Zhuo Lian followed Huanmu to sell wine in the front hall. There were still not many customers. Sometimes there were no people in sight for a long time. After all, the dirty mash tasted ordinary, and ordinary people could brew it at home. Why waste money here?

With yesterday’s experience, Zhuo Lian has been mentally prepared. Even if the business is deserted, she is not in a hurry. When there are guests, she will be gentle on drinking. If there are no guests, simply go to the warehouse to see the qubing to avoid getting damp. Soaked in Mai Yuzi, affecting music making.

When the sun goes down, the store will be closed soon. Suddenly a middle-aged man walked to the entrance of the wine shop. This man was in his early thirties. He looked very gentle, dressed in light blue silk and satin clothes, and walked by without hesitation. threshold.

Hearing the movement, Zhuo Lian raised his head and glanced up, and also recognized his identity—Miao Ping, the former chief of Huan’s restaurant.

Seeing Huanmu's pale face and red eyes, she couldn't help feeling a little distressed, and asked in a cold tone, "I wonder if Mr. Miao is coming here, what is it for you? You now have the shares of Zhuojia Winery, which can be regarded as Bianzhou City. There are wealthy people with a face, and nobles step on the ground, are they not afraid of dirty shoes?"

The Zhuo Jia Distillery is doing well, and Miao Ping also has a credit for it. He has experienced many ups and downs over the years. Although he was angry when he heard the run, he did not show the slightest clue on his face. He smiled and said: "Miss, Madam Jean You have to go back to the house to discuss matters."

"Is it important?"

Zhuo Lian pulled his lips, the ridicule in his eyes was almost unconcealed. The original body had been married to the Huan family for a full year. Whether it was three times to return to the door or Huan's mourning, Zhuo Xiaotong and Fan Lan did not come forward. Seeing her is nothing more than the nameless well.

"There are a lot of things at home, I can't be too busy, please come back, Mr. Miao."

Miao Ping really didn't expect that Zhuo Lian would reject herself without hesitation. Even if the Fan clan was his step-family, not her biological mother, he was the wife of the Zhuo family anyway, how could he be so contemptuous?

Seeing the man’s ugly face, Zhuo Lian could guess his thoughts, and said indifferently, "Thank you, Miao Guan, tell your master, we will not sell the wine shop. No matter how much money the Zhuo family puts out, there are only two words—not to sell. !"

Rao is Miao Ping who has a city government, and he was so angry that he sneered: "Miss, you are still young, and you don’t understand what it means to be a person and you will see each other well in the future." ; But Mrs. Huan has lived for so many years, she must be very clear in her heart that the Huan’s wine shop is no longer in the past, and the rice wine brewed has no fragrance, and only the most inferior power can drink it. It is simply a waste of the efforts of Master Huan. ."

Huanmu has a weak personality and never argues with others. Hearing such words at this moment, the whole person was almost overwhelmed by guilt and despair. As Miao Ping said, she does not have the talent for making wine. Having been supporting the wine shop for so many years has not only dragged down her family, but also dragged down Uncle Fu.

"Yes, we have put a lot of effort on our father-in-law. Miao is not in charge. You climbed to Gaozhi just to repay the favor, and to do things for the Zhuo family is also to repay the favor. At the moment, we are forced to sell the store for the purpose of repaying the favor. A beast, otherwise, how can such a ruthless, shameless and shameless evil be done?"

Miao Ping burst into flames and rushed forward, clasping the woman's shoulders with both hands.

Unexpectedly, before he could do anything, a sharp pain deep in his bones came from his wrist. He slowly turned his head and found that Huan Shen did not know when he had returned to the wine shop. The dark eyes were full of heavy killing intent, as if he had been caught. Pouring a basin of ice water on his head, Miao Ping suddenly became sober.

He resisted the pain and said with a shy face, "Huan Shen, you let me go first, if you have something to say..."

Before Miao Ping could finish speaking, the young man's fist fell on his face, loosening his teeth and bleeding from the corners of his mouth. At this moment, Miao Ping finally knew that he was afraid, and he was about to run out when he let go, but he was caught by Huan Shen's back collar and kicked him to the ground with one foot, unable to get up.

Seeing the young man's palm covering the hilt of the knife, Zhuo Lian's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly took his arm, exhorted softly, "Don't make things worse."

Huan Shen is the Lord Zhen Guo in the script, the only male in the Huan family, and the support of Yun Niang. He can't be delayed by such a brazen villain. The more Zhuo Lian thinks, the more he panicks, and he uses his strength. It's bigger, with obvious worry on his face.

"I have my own measures." The man replied in a low voice, gently pulling Zhuo Lian's hand away, and walking to Miao Ping.

"My father saved your life. If you still dare to make trouble in Huan's house, I don't mind to collect the debt you owed." Huan Shen looks very handsome, but at this moment it is in the eyes of Miao Ping. , He is afraid that he is no different from the evil spirits in hell.

"roll!"

Hearing this, Miao Ping felt like a pardon, and rushed outside. The previous gentle and elegant appearance was completely embarrassed.

As soon as the person left, Zhuo Lian couldn't stretch anymore. She fell to the ground as if she was drained, her hands covering her chest, and she couldn't help gasping. Huan Shen looked at her condescendingly, with a trace of complexity in her black eyes.

"Get up." His voice was cold.

Zhuo Lian waved his hand, "I'll rest for a while, you leave me alone."

"Didn't you have the ability just now? You, a woman, can only be stubborn. If you really irritate Miao Ping and he does it, what benefit can you get?

The crimson lips were pressed into a line, Zhuo Yan held a fire in her stomach, and she didn't say a word. She wanted to wait for Huan Shen to leave before standing up, but she couldn't prevent her wrists from being held tightly by the man, and she abruptly fell from the ground. Drag it up.

"Huan Shen, grow up in an orderly manner."

Zhuo Lian wanted to get rid of this person's restraint, but there was already a huge difference between men and women. Huan Shen had practiced martial arts for many years, and she couldn't match it. In the end, she was so tired that she was panting and flushed the corners of her eyes.