Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 20 Need a Woman
The two brothers returned to Lin's house and entered the backyard. The backyard has a large space and many houses.

They began to make wine-making utensils by hand.

If it was Lin Su in the past, of course he couldn't do such a professional job, but now he can, with a little force, the thin iron sheet is slowly bent into a circle, and the problem arises, how to weld?

Before Lin Su could find the answer to the problem, Lin Jialiang found a solution first. He pinched the edges on both sides into two slots, and closed them in the middle. Hey, it fit perfectly.

Lin Su looked at his second brother as if he didn't know him.

The ancients didn't need nails to build a house, they only used rivets to connect. Does this mean his second brother's talent of self-taught?
His second brother was also sighing, this thin iron sheet was clearly crushed by a big iron gate, Mr. Baoshan is really a god!

Yes, one mountain is still higher!

About an hour later, all the preparations were completed, and a strangely shaped iron container and several long iron pipes appeared in the yard. These iron pipes were also forcibly made by the second brother, right?
Lin Jialiang put a lot of enthusiasm into it, and after everything was ready, he asked Lin Su, when will it start?
I completely forgot that yesterday he seriously warned the third brother that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen and even the wine shop.

People, things change all the time.

Mr. Baoshan, a famous man in the world, is so devoted to wine.

This wine is related to the livelihood of [-] refugees on the river beach, so he also cares about it.

But Lin Su told him that making wine is not that easy, it needs to make distiller's koji, and it needs to be steamed several times, and it is completely unknown whether wine can be made in the end.

The time span is at least seven to ten days.

As for the koji, Lin Su is confident that he can make old noodles overnight, and naturally he can also make koji, it's nothing more than a matter of choosing ingredients.

But he is not sure whether this tingmi can produce wine, because he does not know the internal composition of tingmi at all, so he needs to experiment.

The matter in front of me came to an end here.

When the two brothers came out of the backyard, they saw an old man coming to the front yard, the shopkeeper of Haining Building, and he brought some food and wine.

Although I didn't mention the words of the poem, why didn't the brothers understand?

The owner of Haining Building is chasing poetry.

Lin Su promised Ding Hai that within three days, he would write a wine poem for Haining Building. The news had already spread, and even famous people from the capital came all the way to see it quickly. Ding Hai felt a little stressed up.

Seeing Lin Su approaching, Mother Lin said, "Sanlang, you promised Haining Tower to give them a wine poem tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, mother!"

"People don't stand without faith, so tonight you have to think about it."

"I went out for a tour today, and I gained a lot. I have already conceived it. Shopkeeper, I can go now."

The shopkeeper is overjoyed, Mr. Lin is really a god!
Please!
Mother Lin was also overjoyed. Her son was promising, and her mother was the happiest. She didn't like poetry before, but since yesterday, she suddenly liked it very much. She copied her son's two poems word by word several times and put them in the Look left and right in the bedroom, no matter how you see it, how you like it...

Only Lin Jialiang's eyes flashed strangely, third child, you specifically stated that it was because you went out for a walk that you gained a lot, are you laying a foreshadowing?Ready to hang out later?

Brother Wei knows that you don't like to study behind closed doors, but scientific examinations are like this, you have to do it if you don't like it, how can you think of a way to keep this peerless, but restless brother in the study?

Unless... unless you find him a beautiful maid!
With a maid by her side, only those with red sleeves and extra fragrance can keep people...

As God can testify, it took a lot of painstaking efforts to make Lin Jialiang, who was almost dumbfounded by reading sage books, come up with such a method.

Lin Su went, and Lin Jialiang came to his mother.

"Aren't you going to Haining Building?"

"I won't go. Anyway, as long as the third brother writes a poem, it will soon spread to the world. Am I afraid that I won't be able to read this poem?"

"As long as you write poetry, you can always spread it to the world!" My mother's eyes are full of brilliance, and the pride in her heart is almost overflowing...

"Mother, is there really no way to turn back the third brother's marriage?"

The smile on Mother Lin's face suddenly disappeared, and she sighed softly: "I hope it's okay. Half a month ago, San Lang's poem was not broadcast, and he just retired. Today's San Lang, who is so talented, who is not famous in the world? Maybe tomorrow and the day after tomorrow The Zhou family will come again..."

"If you want me to say, it's okay to retire. The third brother is a peerless talent, so why worry about not having a good woman to match? The Zhou family tends to be in power, and they fall into trouble. They have no faith, and they may not be a good match for the third brother."

"Where is there no fragrant grass at the end of the world? Is it?" Mother Lin chanted softly.

"Mom, do you know this sentence too?"

"Who doesn't know? This morning, the holy voice spread throughout the nine countries and thirteen continents. Even a boudoir woman like Wei Niang can also see it. This poem... Oh, no, this kind of Ci Niang is very fond of it. I like it, but I don’t know which great Confucian created such a magical literary path.”

Lin Jialiang almost said a word, but he stopped urgently. What he wanted to say was: If mother likes it, ask third brother to write more in the future.

"Mother, find third brother... a bed warming girl!"

"Ah?" Mother Lin was surprised and delighted: "Your third brother told you to say that?"

This son used to be sensual, maybe because he was too young, he was not too promiscuous. It used to be the only advantage, but now it is different. Now Saburo is a famous person in the world. Famous people are often not normal. Yes, there are those who like to paint, and some who are disillusioned and become monks. Of course, she hopes that her son will be normal.

The normal manifestation is to like a woman and give her a big fat grandson.

Lin Jialiang's expression was a little abnormal: "No! He never said that, I figured it out myself..."

Lin's mother's complexion began to look a little bit wrong, your brother didn't say anything, you figured it out for yourself, is it because you have a jade tower yourself, looking for fun in the boudoir every day, trying to figure out what your third brother thinks about yourself and others?Mother has long wanted to make an appointment with you for three chapters, your focus is still on reading, you can't lose your mind by playing with things...

Lin Jialiang said: "Mother, if you listen to my explanation, you will understand. The third brother is good at everything, but one thing. He can't calm down and study. He always wants to go out and play. I just thought about it. If there is a beautiful warm bed The girl tied him up, maybe he can sit down in the study."

Mother Lin's face was changing: "Didn't you just say it this morning? It is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books..."

"It's good to travel thousands of miles, but you can't always run. You can't read the Four Books and Five Classics on the road. The scientific research is so cruel. It's really not enough to rely on poetry alone..."

"You're right, look at Xiaotao... can Xiaotao do it?"

"This sleeping girl is not something that ordinary people can do. She has to read some books to accompany her third brother to study. Xiao Tao has never read, so maybe she can't."

"Most of the women in the world who can study are great ladies. Which lady is willing to warm someone's bed without a title?"

Yeah, it's a dead end.

The mother and son had a good discussion there, and they didn't notice that there was a woman behind who was about to cry. She was Xiaotao.

Haining Building was full of guests, Lin Su came in and Ding Hai greeted him personally.

The scholars in the audience had different expressions, some were full of envy, some were full of disdain, some were sarcasm, and some even opened their folding fans, posing as if they were looking for trouble at any time.

Among them, Lin Su knew two more, and they were two of the ten talents in Quzhou.

Young Master Guiyang and Du Yulang.

Yesterday, Lin Su slapped Zhang Xiu's face fiercely, but Zhang Feng also slapped the faces of these two along the way.

In front of the saint, no one dared to take revenge on him, but it didn't mean that the group of heaven's favored children let go of their knots.

No one is the son of a poet sage, and no one can guarantee that his poems will be peerless again and again. How many geniuses in the world occasionally burst out with inspiration and shock the world, but in the later period, their talents are exhausted and they are unknown?

They came here today to catch the loopholes. As long as there are loopholes in his poems, as long as his poems are not up to the mark, they will have a chance.

As long as they are given a chance, they will be able to spread Lin Su's stigma of deception all over the world overnight.

And they absolutely believed that as long as they insulted him once, his literary roots would be unstable, and his poetic talent would quickly decline, and in the end he really disappeared from everyone.

Because Lin Su doesn't understand the Four Books and Five Classics, and lacks background knowledge, this kind of person is most likely to be short-lived.

In the Great Cang Kingdom, among the younger generation, such awesome characters are not allowed to appear. This is the consensus of young people all over the world.

Lin Su is a young man in this world.

But in that world, he has insight into the world.

How could this group of feudal natives who hadn't even grown their hair hide it from his eyes?
He doesn't even need to look to know what kind of sausages are turning in these people's stomachs...

(End of this chapter)