The little husband of the sick prince's family

Over here, Mrs. Song was holding a bamboo basket in her hand, and she walked straight to Zou Yun's side like flying: "Brother Yun, what did the doctor say?"

Seeing Zou Yun's half-shy and half-joyed expression, she didn't understand anything, so she directly stuffed the bamboo basket into his arms, and said without hesitation: "Brother Yun, this is the egg my aunt saved recently. From tomorrow onwards, you will eat one a day, and if you don’t have it, ask your aunt again, it’s enough!”

She glanced around Zou Yun up and down, and sighed secretly in her heart. This child is just a trip to the gate of hell. She has to make up for Brother Yun while the month is still early, otherwise what will happen to Brother Yun's small body? May be able to bear such a big crime.

"Thank you, ma'am." Zou Yun put the bamboo basket obediently, two beautiful pear dimples appeared on his fair face, he picked up a small bowl of wine with crooked eyes and handed it to her, saying: "Ma'am, try it quickly." My new wine."

wine?Aunt Song raised her eyebrows slightly, she leaned closer and sniffed the bowl of clear purple-red liquid in her hand.

All of a sudden, the fruity scent mixed with the faint smell of wine rushed towards the face. The two scents that were not attached to it were wonderfully blended together without any abruptness, let alone the taste. It was so delicious that Aunt Song wished to drink it with Swallow with his own tongue.

First ice powder, then hot and sour powder, dry pot, how many weird ideas are there in Brother Yun's mind! ! !

Contrasted with the fuss and fuss, Song Dazhuang who yelled on the side, as if he had never drank alcohol in his life, Aunt Song admired herself at this moment for not being dazzled by food, and for being able to think of the feasibility of wine sales in the first place.

Aunt Song has a distant relative who originally lived in Xinghua Village not far away. In recent years, relying on her ancestral craft of making rice wine, she has moved all the way, and now lives at the foot of the emperor, which shows how much profit there is.

Brother Yun, this is the rhythm to develop! ! !

No, after having a drink, the village doctor who is addicted to wine came to visit immediately after taking the money from home.

After learning that the wine made by Zou Yun was only a small jug in front of him, and he didn't intend to sell it, he was visibly disappointed, and asked earnestly, "Brother Yun, are you really not selling it?"

That tone, as if Zou Yun shook his head and refused, he could cry immediately.

"Uncle Qi, at most I'll give you a gourd of wine to taste." Zou Yun wondered, and he planned to take the rest to the dry pot restaurant tomorrow, and give each table a small pot for free.

This trick is also to open the market door that has long been occupied by rice wine as soon as possible.

The longer the wine is aged, the better the taste, and he plans to sell it by year.

The longer the time, the more luxurious the packaging, and it is specially provided as a high-end drink to dignitaries; if the month is low, you can get a small pot with a few copper coins.

What's more worth mentioning is the beauty effect of wine.

From ancient times to the present, the strength of the women's market cannot be underestimated, and the nature of women's beauty is getting stronger from generation to generation.

Zou Yun vaguely felt that he could use wine to pry open this door and see a phoenix.

When a gourd reached the top of the sky, he just "gurgled" two or three times, and he didn't want to take it for nothing. The village doctor Qi was a little unhappy, put on airs of an elder, blew his beard and stared and said, "Brother Yun, you still don't want to take it for nothing!" There are so many, give me a few more, and I will not give you a penny less."

When Aunt Song heard his tone, she was furious and said: "Old man Qi, it's not easy to drink this wine. Tomorrow, I will go to the town to eat dry pot by myself, and I will give each table a small pot for free tasting."

"In the town?" Qi village doctor looked puzzled?

"Yes! Tomorrow, you can buy a dry pot and get a small pot for free in the town. If you really want to drink, go there early." Mrs. Song put her arms around her waist and snorted coldly.

"Okay." Qi village doctor looked at Mrs. Song's unfriendly eyes, touched her nose and said guiltily.

The author has something to say: I am busy reviewing for the final exam recently, and the number of updated words is relatively small. In addition, thank you little angels for your collection and comments, okay.