Ask This Spring

Since the bulletin board of Dafuya posted an article saying that Fengchunlu was brewed from aconite, the people of Bianzhou were divided into two factions. Some people believed that the herbal medicines were all processed in the wine, and the toxicity in the inside had long since dissipated. There is no need to worry about the world, just drink it as usual; some people are more cautious, although the rare things for aphrodisiac and qi are hard to find, they don't want to take their lives in.

There are so many people in the world who cherish themselves. Even if the dew has a magical effect in spring, the Zhuo family's business is not as hot as it was in the past few days.

At this time Zhuo Yujin stayed in the room, wearing a concubine dress, leaning on the soft couch, her body tight, her beautiful face suddenly blue and white, her expression faintly gloomy.

The Zhuo family's power in the local area is not small, and they are the in-laws of the General's Mansion. If there is no hatred and no grudges, who would dare to provoke such a behemoth?

After counting, it is her good sister who is most suspicious. After all, the Huan’s family also runs a wine shop. Although they do not sell mixed wine, Fengchunlu has affected the bottomless sales. Zhuo Lian is most greedy for money and good fortune. What's the point with some pickling methods?

Suddenly, a maid pushed in and said with joy: "Master, Miss Fan is here."

"Really?"

"Even if the slave and maid have the courage, I dare not lie to you, Miss Fan is now outside the wine shop, with an old gentleman with white beard and hair by her side. I don't know what her identity is."

Born in a merchant house, Zhuo Yujin's thoughts are much more detailed than an ordinary girl, her peachy eyes flicker, and she can't help thinking about the origin of the old man. The cousin is the daughter of the general of Huaihua. She has a noble status and a wide range of knowledge. Most people definitely don't look up to her. If this is the case, this old man must be a good hospitality and should not be lost.

After thinking about it for a moment, Zhuo Yujin had already made a decision, changed her clothes and walked directly out. When she saw the beautiful and beautiful woman standing under the plum tree, her face was full of smiles, and she raised her voice. road:

"Cousin, last time you came to Bianzhou, you only lived for a short period of seven days. This time you have to stay for a while. It's better to spend the New Year at home. After the festival, our sisters will come to Beijing together and be a company."

She walked up to Fan Zhujun, looked at a gentle old man in a green jacket, and couldn't help asking, "This is?"

"Mr. Yu is a well-known great scholar in Beijing. This time he passed through Bianzhou and ran into him by chance, so he invited people to the mansion as a guest." The woman replied with a clear voice.

Zhuo Yujin quickly recalled the minister surnamed Yu in Chaozhong, but found nothing. She pursed her lips and smiled, inevitably a little bit contemptuous in her heart.

Knowing that Mr. Yu had not experienced the local customs the first time he came back to Bianzhou, Zhuo Yujin waved his hand, sent a small servant to guide him, and walked around the city.

After the people left, the woman’s peach blossom eyes showed slight grievances, and said: "Cousin, Zhuo Lian is so bad, she sent someone to talk nonsense on the notice board to slander father, and at the same time discredit the wine shop, Zhuo. The family is kind to her for nurturing, and it doesn’t matter if they don’t give it back, they still eat inside and out. Such shameless people are really ugly and disgusting."

Seeing Zhuo Yujin's red eyes, he was obviously angry, Fan Zhujun twisted his eyebrows and asked: "Does she have any problems? Hundreds of filial piety first, even if Zhuo Lian's relationship with her uncle is not good, she won't turn her eyes back into enemies. ."

"Why not? The Zhuo family sells Qingfengxiao, and she sells it without bottom. Now my father has formulated Fengchunlu. She has poor skills and can't compete openly. She simply resorted to shameless tricks. Framed."

Patting his cousin's hand, Fan Zhujun pondered for a moment: "Well, I will go to Huan's house tomorrow and talk to Zhuo Lian to see what she thinks."

Hearing this, Zhuo Yujin thought that her cousin was going to vent her anger, she broke her tears into a smile, bending her lips and nodding her head.

Fan Zhujun sighed secretly, a trace of guilty conscience crossed his eyes. If he remembers correctly, Zhuo Lian is Huan Shen’s eldest wife. Counting time, that person has the grace of the three princes, and he should return to the house tomorrow. He was murdered by an ignorant woman.

After the Jinbo wine came out of the cellar, Zhuo Lian sent the wine to the Bowen Tea House. He went out to welcome him for a few years. He opened the lid before entering the house. After smelling the smell, he couldn't walk. Qi, the fat face is full of intoxication.

"Little boss, your talent for brewing is truly rare in the world. Zhuo Xiaotong has reached the age of no doubt. Not only is his skill far inferior to you, but he even went to the wrong way. "

The fine snow fell from mid-air. The wind was not too big. Zhuo Lian wore a thick jacket again, and didn't feel how cold it was. But she looked at Fei Nian's thin clothes and couldn't help but persuade: "Boss Fei I am satisfied with the Jinbo wine, and my concubine is very happy physically and mentally, but we can't stand here and taste it. Let's go to the house to avoid catching a cold."

The man nodded hurriedly, stepped forward, took Zhuo Lian to the elegant room, and ordered people to bring hot water to boil the wine. The fragrance slowly melted into the air, making him intoxicated.

After taking a bite slowly, Fei Nian's face was ruddy, and he waved his hand to let the guy go down, saying, "There was an article warning before, and there were rumors about beggars afterwards. Buy wine at the house wine shop."

Zhuo Lian picked up the white porcelain cup and gently shook the liquor in it, "We have done what we need to do. If some people don’t believe it, there’s no way. They can’t stop them if they want to kill themselves. Will something happen? It also depends on the luck of each person. It is impossible to say that people who drink medicinal wine every day have strong muscles and bones and will not be poisoned by the aconite."

Fei Nian couldn't help being silent.

He was born in a high school, and the news was much more informed than Zhuo Lian. He said: "Princess Xiangling and the leader of the Hu are married. The army has already returned to the court. It is estimated that your uncle should be back in two days."

At the beginning, Huan Shen was just a small guard. Fei Nian had met him a few times, and he saw that this young man had real abilities. Unfortunately, staying in Bianzhou would have less chance of being appreciated. If he was born in Huangchenggen Son, I'm afraid I'll show up long ago.

Zhuo Lian's fingertips trembled, and he changed the subject and said: "Jinbo wine is not very different from Qing Wu Bottom, but it has a little bit more sweetness of almonds. I don't feel special when drinking it on weekdays. If there is crab wine, it will be true. A beautiful thing."

Fei Nian can’t help but grieve, “The little boss should have said earlier. Some time ago, it was the time to eat crabs. Even if eight crabs are troublesome, it’s good to eat bald butter directly. It’s a pity..."

Zhuo Lian came to the teahouse today to deliver wine to Fei Nian. Now that the things have been delivered, she didn't plan to stay any longer, so she got up and wanted to leave.

"Little boss stay." Fei Nian called out, patted his forehead hard and said: "I sent someone to buy some porcelain bottles, which can be used to hold wine. Later, let the buddy take the things."

Zhuo Lian hurriedly refused, "You have already sent a lot of things to the store, so why bother to spend more money?"

"People rely on clothing, and Buddha rely on gold. Jinbo wine and clear bottomless products are very outstanding. They are used in gray and unremarkable bottles, and they feel bad when they look at it. Even if you buy it, you can only do it yourself Tasting, I really can't give it away." He smiled.

In the last 20 years of operating a wine shop, how could Zhuo Lian not know the importance of packaging? But she didn't recognize the people in the private kiln. If the wine bottles were purchased separately, the price was too high, so she put it aside for a long time.

"Don't be polite to Fei. If you don't want to accept it, just throw it away. It won't be necessary to send it back to the teahouse..."

When the words were over, Fei Nian waved his hands unceremoniously to drive people away.

Zhuo Lian moaned his lips, and finally did not say anything. After thanking him, he returned to the wine shop and wondered how to repay the expense. After all, kindness is a sentiment, how can it be taken as it should be?

The guys sent a lot of porcelain bottles. Uncle Fu and Qu Yi moved them several times, but they still didn't finish packing them. Seeing the man's fine sweat leaking from his forehead and limping when he walked, Zhuo Lian suddenly remembered what Qu had said: In the early years, mother and son had a very hard life. Qu Yi went hunting in the mountains at the age of fifteen or six and was bitten by a wild wolf. Although the calf is lucky, although there is no disability, every time the weather changes, the wound hurts badly, and the pain is more difficult to endure than a knife cut.

"Don't move it now. You can't run away in the yard anyway. There is still snow at the moment, the ground is slippery, and the porcelain bottle is fragile. If you stumble, you may be injured."

She didn't directly talk about the difficulty of breaking Qu Yi. This person has a high spirit and a stubborn temperament. If he is slightly careless in his words and hurts his self-esteem, I am afraid that he will have to finish his work with his life.

Qu Yi has taken care of his mother for so many years, no credit and hard work, Zhuo Lian is thinking of this kindness, and he can't help but be more cautious in his words and deeds. The man was so tortured by the pain that he was going crazy, and he didn't pay attention to the concerned look. He gritted his teeth and walked out without saying a word.

After a while, Zhuo Lian braved the snow to go to the medicine shop, and bought brown sugar, chuanwu, grass black, bamboo leaves, chrysanthemum and other things, and prepared to make wine by himself.

At the beginning, even though her in-laws were kind, she didn't dare to act recklessly, and she could almost be regarded as dedicated to everything, without any negligence. Because his father-in-law had been shot by a gun, he had left old wounds on his leg like Qu Yi, and he was tortured every time the weather changed. After drinking a few glasses of fairy wine, the pain could be slightly relieved.

Zhuo Lian has been with the two elderly people for a long time, and he often made the wine for immortals himself, and he remembered the recipe clearly.

Later, a church was built next to the wine shop. A blond foreigner doctor tasted this wine, and seemed to have used it for inspection. He said that the two medicines of grass black and chuan black can paralyze the body, but the effect is not as strong as that of aconite. The human body damage is negligible. In addition, the alcohol can help blood circulation and medicine, and drink a little when the pain is unbearable. The usefulness is indeed not small.

Holding the paper bag in her arms, the cold wind blew her face straight, blowing her white cheeks red, and her apricot eyes were covered with a layer of light, squishy; the woman's slightly opened red lips were especially soft, Panting, like a goblin walking out of the snow, inexplicably ecstatic.

The tall and handsome young man stood at the entrance of the wine shop, thinking so in his heart.