When the boss wears the best [Quick Transmigration]

The author has something to say: It was overhauled in the middle of the last chapter, and the babies will look back, so as not to fail to connect.

Qi Guan collects the money for the casino.

He raised a lot of brothers under his command, and behind him was a brother-in-law who worked as an errand in the county government. He really didn't take Ding Yuan, a shop assistant, seriously.But for the first time, 'Sheng Xian' turned cold towards him, just to protect a shop assistant, he was displeased, raised his eyebrows, and glared at Qiuyun angrily: "Stop me for a little boy, Xuanzi, when will you So kind-hearted?"

Qiu Yun knew that Qi Guan was not a good person.

He made friends with Sheng Yuan, not only because of Sheng Yuan's status as the son-in-law of the Chen family, but also because of Sheng Yuan's intention to make friends.

After Sheng Yuan's wife died, she left some dowry.

The dowry consisted of two grain and oil shops and a lot of land deeds, and the money had already been coaxed to spend by the wife when the two were deeply in love.The shop and the fields are all managed by the Chen family, how dare he mess around?

This is also one of the reasons why Sheng Yuan flattered the Chen family with his deep love for his dead wife.

Later, the Chen family developed a relationship with him and knew that he was not a material for business, so they continued to help him manage the shop and fields, but handed over all the profits of the shop to him every year.

But Sheng Yuan is a bit stingy, holding money but reluctant to spend it.

One is that he does not gamble or prostitute, and his food and drink are covered by the Chen family, and he has no place to use. The second is that he has worked so hard to curry favor with the Chen family to get the money.

So I turned my idea to lending money.

He purposely got acquainted with Qi Guan and wanted to inquire about this matter, but when he encountered Qi Guan collecting the debts, he found that most of the people who borrowed money were gamblers, and they couldn't even pay for it, so he immediately gave up the idea of ​​lending money.

Qiu Yun also knew that he couldn't reason with people like Qi Guan, so he said bluntly: "His name is Ding Yuan, and he is my adopted son,"

"Yezi?" Qi Guan was taken aback: "Are you kidding me?"

"What do you think?" Qiu Yun squinted at him, pulled the bewildered Ding Yuan to sit beside him, and said softly, "Xiao Yuan, his name is Uncle Qi."

This adoptive father was caught off guard, causing Ding Yuan to be in a daze for a while.

He looked at Master Qi who was full of astonishment, and then subconsciously looked at the people sitting beside him. The lanterns hanging under the eaves cast orange-red shadows, illuminating the hazy silhouette and the corners of the slightly raised lips, making him unable to see clearly for a while. , as if in a dream.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear what Uncle Yuan said, and instinctively shouted: "Uncle Qi."

"Xiao Yuan is timid and can't stand being scared. You will help take care of him in the future." Qiu Yun squeezed Ding Yuan's hand, signaling him not to be nervous.

"Are you serious?" Qi Guan suddenly stood up, and said in disbelief, "No, it's not that you don't have a son, what kind of adopted son do you recognize?"

"It's my adoptive son, why are you so excited?" Qiu Yun poured two bowls of wine, and gently pushed Ding Yuan, who couldn't help himself, and said, "Xiao Yuan, I respect Uncle Qi for a bowl. If someone dares to bully you, if I'm not around, I'll ask your Uncle Qi for help."

"...All right." Qi Guan also felt that he was meddling.

He sat down in embarrassment, glanced at the wine bowl raised in front of him, lifted it up and touched it, raised his head dryly, wiped his mouth, looked up and saw the boy on the opposite side looking at the wine bowl hesitantly, suddenly Some looked down on her: "Why are you like a bitch, whimpering, not at all as happy as your adoptive father."

The title of adoptive father stimulated the hesitant Ding Yuan.

Ding Yuan closed his eyes, opened his mouth and poured the choking liquor into his mouth, and suppressed the urge to gag until there was no more liquid left in the bowl, then put down the bowl, clenched his fists and said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle Qi , I'm done drinking."

"That makes sense." Qi Guan nodded in satisfaction, picked up the wine jar and added more wine: "Your adoptive father is like an ascetic monk in a monk's temple. He is not good at gambling or womanizing, but good at drinking. I can The reason I have such a good relationship with your adoptive father is because I have a heavy drinker, as his adoptive son, you can't drink too much. Come, let's have another drink."

"Don't embarrass him." Qiu Yun pressed Ding Yuan's hand holding the wine bowl, and looked at his flushed face: "Go and rest for a while to sober up, and come home with me later."

Qi Guan wanted to stop him, but Qiu Yun pressed him down.

Qiu Yun watched Ding Yuan stagger into the restaurant, then looked away, and touched the bowl with Qi Guan: "Ping An likes Xiao Yuan very much, and Xiao Yuan also catches my eye, Lao Qi, I don't often go to town , please help me take care of it more.”

"It's okay to take care of him, but I just can't figure it out. You have a son, so you can take care of him as a junior. Why do you still recognize your god-in-law?"

"I've already admitted it, so why worry about so much?" Qiu Yun didn't want to say more: "I asked Xiao Yuan to send you the wine yesterday, what do you think?"

"I was just going to tell you about this." Qi Guan was curious, got up and moved to Qiu Yun's side, put his arm around Qiu Yun's shoulders and held the wine bowl in the other, and swallowed: "I received the wine yesterday. Before the altar was opened, I could smell the fragrance of plums."

He said, squinting his eyes, showing an intoxicated expression: "I couldn't hold back, and immediately opened the altar and poured out a bowl. The color is clean and clear, and the taste is sweet and sweet, just like plums wrapped in wine. Call me a drinker People who drink hard can't put it down."

Qiu Yun was amused by his exaggerated expression.

But the wine he made was indeed better than that made by people at that time.

Regardless of the raw materials, people at that time fermented and filtered distiller's yeast to obtain wine.

However, the rough filtering technique will cause the wine to be cloudy and unclear.

He, on the other hand, has a wine-making technique that is sometimes unknown, which he named as purification, but the little mirror said that someone in the future will invent this wine-making technique, and this method is called distillation—by heating the liquid to vaporize, Removing the impurities in the liquid is like using fire to remove the impurities in the spiritual plants when refining alchemy, so that the medicinal effects in the spiritual plants can exert their ultimate effect.

However, compared to alchemy, purification is obviously simpler.

When Qi Guan thought of the sour taste of plum wine, his mouth salivated.

It's a pity that yesterday he was too greedy to drink, and he drank it in two or three times.but……

"Xiangzi, Xiao Yuan said that the wine was brewed, when did you have such skills?"

"It was made according to the wine recipe, which I found out from my father's belongings." After that, he paused: "I asked Xiao Yuan to bring you a message, come to my house to eat wine, you Why didn't you come?"

"How do I know that you have hidden such good wine-making skills?" Speaking of this, Qi Guan showed a look of regret. If he had known this, he shouldn't think that the road is far away: "When will you go back?"

"The wine is gone." After saying that, Qiu Yun saw Qi Guan's face full of regret, thinking that Ding Yuan needed him to take care of him, and said: "But in half a month, there will be Baihua Niang."

"Hundred Flower Noodles?" Qi Guan said in distaste: "You can tell it's something women like to drink as soon as you hear it. I don't want it. You should make more plum wine. It's refreshing to drink at this time of year."

Qi Guan talked about plum wine, and mentioned that he didn't drink enough yesterday. He went to Lin Kee to buy a jar and brought it home, but found that it tasted completely different.

As the night grew darker, a cool evening breeze blew across the long street, making the lanterns under the eaves sway from side to side.

The two drank until the third watch, and before they parted, the drunk Qi Guan did not forget to tell Qiu Yun to make more plum wine.

The season of plums has passed, and if you want to drink them, you have to wait until next year.

However, this could not be explained clearly to the drunk, so Qiu Yun watched Qi Guan go away, turned around and entered the restaurant, settled the drink, but did not see Ding Yuan, so he asked shopkeeper Wang: "Is Xiao Yuan drunk?"

Shopkeeper Wang continued to fiddle with the abacus, without raising his eyelids: "It's in the back kitchen, you can take it back."

"The one who thanked Shopkeeper Wang."

Qiu Yun went straight to the back kitchen, wine bowls and dishes were all over the floor, but there was no cook.

He looked around and saw no one, so he called out, "Xiao Yuan?"

"Xian, Uncle Xian, I'm, I'm here."

A voice came from the stove.

He walked over quickly, and saw the flushed Ding Yuan lying on the firewood, with misty eyes, struggling to stand up.

"Why are you sleeping here?" Qiu Yun stepped forward to help him up, raised his hand and touched his cheek, feeling a little hot.

He frowned slightly, and was about to touch his forehead with the back of his hand, when the back of his hand suddenly became hot—Ding Yuan pressed the back of his hand, rubbed against his palm with his eyes closed, and said softly, "It's so comfortable!"

"drunk?"

"Yeah." Ding Yuan closed his eyes and nodded heavily, "Drunk."

Qiu Yun chuckled lightly, hugged him in his arms, and helped him out of the wine shop.

The moonlight is dim tonight.

Shunzi heard the knock on the door, came over to open the door with a lantern, and smelled the strong smell of alcohol before seeing anyone: "Young Master, the hangover soup is ready, should it be delivered to your house?"

Qiu Yun supported Ding Yuan, who was extremely well-behaved after being drunk, and stepped into the threshold: "Send me to the house first, and prepare hot water by the way."

After instructing Shunzi, he brought Ding Yuan to the room, placed him on the couch, and poured another cup of tea: "Xiao Yuan, drink some hot tea first."

"Okay." Ding Yuan didn't even open his eyes, but opened his mouth obediently.

Qiu Yun thought of the moon cakes and sweet-scented osmanthus wine he had brought back earlier, shook his head helplessly, and carefully fed him a cup of tea, and Shunzi brought him two bowls of hangover soup.

He drank it in one gulp, it was slightly sweet and delicious.

He picked up another bowl, opened his robe and sat on the edge of the couch, scooped up a spoonful of hangover soup: "Xiao Yuan, open your mouth."

After drinking a cup of tea, Ding Yuan's consciousness regained a bit of clarity.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and met a pair of deep eyes.

The dark eyes are as gentle as water, making him reluctant to look away, and looking directly into those eyes, he finds that those eyes are like unfathomable ancient wells, which are obviously dangerous, but they are covered by tenderness, which makes him deeply moved. Attracted, I jumped into it resolutely, indulged willingly, and drowned in those gentle eyes so far.

"Xiao Yuan?"

Who is calling him?

It seems that only his sister-in-law would call him Xiao Yuan, no, Uncle Yuan, Uncle Yuan——

He suddenly came back to his senses, fixed his eyes on the familiar face and concerned expression in front of him, his heart skipped a beat suddenly, as if something was changing quietly, but he didn't notice it at all.

"Xiao Yuan, open your mouth."

He closed his eyes slowly, opened his mouth instinctively, and a sweet soup smeared in his mouth, sweet to his heart.

Is this what it feels like to have a father who cares?

It turns out that being pampered by my father is so sweet, as if soaked in a honey pot.