The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

Han Xianlan landed gracefully, straightened his clothes, took out the folding fan from his waist and left quickly.

Flying is prohibited in the city unless reported, but unfortunately Han Xianlan did not report.

With a snap of his fingers, several sedan bearers came running: "Sir, where are we going?"

"Teleportation station." Han Xianlan opened his folding fan: "Who is the fastest?"

"I'll do it! I'm definitely the fastest!"

After getting on the sedan, Han Xianlan took out the jade card for communication: "Brother Que, I will arrive in your Jinyang City at the latest the day after tomorrow night."

At the teleportation station in Jinyang City at this moment...

"Take care of yourself, Daoyou Ya." Wang Que and Mo Lingqing looked at Nangong Ya in the teleportation array.

After they arrived in Jinyang City this afternoon, Nangong Ya proposed to return to her Nangong clan.

That night she seemed to have nothing to do, but after returning to her room...

She was not like Shen Ruyan who liked to pester others. Since Wang Que had clearly told her, she would not pester him anymore.

She admired Wang Que, but... Feng Zhui Luo Ye Ye Zhui Chen.

The sweetheart already had a sweetheart, so why bother him anymore.

"Thank you." Nangong Ya smiled and waved her hand: "Let's go, you guys should take care of yourself too."

The light of the teleportation array was completely lit up, and as the runes were running, Nangong Ya turned into a stream of light and disappeared in the teleportation array...

In the space channel unique to the teleportation power, Nangong Ya covered her face with her hands, and the emotions that had been suppressed for several days completely broke out...

"Doesn't my husband regret it?" In front of the teleportation array, Mo Lingqing said lightly: "She is very good."

Wang Que shook his head: "Many people say that it is too late to regret, but I will never regret the past."

As he said, Wang Que took out the communication jade token that had been vibrating in his arms just now.

As soon as the soul power was released, this was Han Xianlan's message.

After listening to Han Xianlan's message, Wang Que smiled: "Come on, I will definitely treat you well in two days."

After the message ended, Wang Que took Mo Lingqing's hand: "Let's go back to the family."

............

In the family courtyard, Wang Que dug out nearly a hundred jars of wine he had buried!

These are dozens of jars of fruit wine and dozens of jars of white wine.

With a wave of his sleeves, the wind blew over and swept away the dirt on it, and then the storage ring flashed and collected it all.

"Madam, I'm going to the ancestor, do you want to come with me?" Wang Que looked up at the bedroom on the second floor.

"No."

"Okay then." Wang Que didn't force it and flew to the family mountain alone.

Today is June 16th, and there are still many things to do. He has to go to the Shen family to regain his face.

If he didn't need to go to the Shen family, he wouldn't be in a hurry to find the ancestor to taste wine tonight.

About half an hour later, Wang Que landed outside Bu Nanzi's courtyard.

He raised his hand to knock on the door, and after a moment, Bu Nanzi's old voice came out: "Come in, the door is not locked."

Wang Que stretched out his hand to push the door, then closed the door and trotted across the courtyard to the ancestor's wooden house.

The moon was full on the 16th, and the courtyard was bright as if covered with a layer of light.

Bu Nanzi walked out of the wooden house in a sweat shirt, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan and wearing a gray robe: "Just sit outside, it's stuffy inside."

Wang Que glanced at the closed door of the wooden house and nodded. He seemed to have never entered the ancestor's wooden house.

In front of the stone table, Wang Que smiled and placed a plate of fried peanuts and a plate of cut green radish.

Bu Nanzi tied up his messy gray hair: "You come to see the ancestor in the middle of the night, what do you mean by peanuts and radishes."

"Hehe." Wang Que smiled and took out a pot of fruit wine: "Nothing, of course I'm inviting the ancestor to drink."

Bu Nanzi knocked on the stone table with a palm-leaf fan in his hand: "You have been brewing wine for two years, right?"

"Ah? Ancestor, you know everything?" Wang Que smiled awkwardly: "The previous brew was not good, so I brought it to you to taste because it tastes good this time."

Bu Nanzi smiled and watched Wang Que pour him a glass of wine.

Smelling the special aroma of beer, Bu Nanzi's eyes flashed with a trace of nostalgia: "What kind of wine is this."

Wang Que smiled and said: "Fruit wine, ancestor, please try it."

Bu Nanzi hummed and took a sip of the wine glass.

He smacked his lips and drank the wine in two gulps: "It tastes good. Did you make it yourself?"

"Of course. I haven't let my uncle and others taste it. You are the first one!"

"Not bad." Bu Nanzi didn't use chopsticks, but chewed a peanut directly: "You and Lingqing have been together for a while, right?"

Wang Que was a little surprised: "It's been a year. Why are you suddenly saying this, Grandpa?"

"It's been a year. It's time to consider having a child. What do you think?"

Wang Que lowered his head and touched his nose: "There's no rush for a child. Let's wait a few more years."

Bu Nanzi took a sip of wine: "Wait a little longer.In a few years, I don't know if I can see the sixth generation of grandchildren. "

Wang Que looked up and smiled: "With your cultivation, you will have no problem living for another five or six hundred years, and you will definitely see the sixth generation of grandchildren!"

Bu Nanzi smiled and said nothing, just took a piece of green radish and ate it slowly.

Wang Que did not disturb him, but sat aside and poured wine for Bu Nanzi from time to time.

After drinking a pot of wine, Bu Nanzi said in a calm voice: "Tell me, it must be no good to find the ancestor in the middle of the night. What do you want to do to your ancestor?"

Wang Que smiled embarrassedly: "Grandpa, Ling Qing's Xuanyin Sect is now short of resources and will soon be unable to pay the salaries of disciples. Don't I want to sell some wine to supplement the family income?"

Bu Nanzi waved a palm-leaf fan: "The idea is good, what do you want to do?"

Wang Que did not say anything, but took out another pot of white wine: "Grandpa, try this, this is very strong. "

Wang Que poured a glass of wine, then stood up and handed it to Bu Nanzi with both hands.

Bu Nanzi knocked on the table with the palm-leaf fan in his hand: "We are just the two of us, so there is no need to be so rigid about these rules. Please sit down."

Wang Que smiled: "Grandfather, etiquette cannot be abolished. This is what Que'er should do."

Bu Nanzi laughed and took the wine glass and took a sip.

"Ah! It's really strong, much more flavorful than the fruit wine just now!" Bu Nanzi took another sip.

"Grandfather likes this kind?" Wang Que was not surprised, but he still said so.

"It's okay." Bu Nanzi said in a casual tone: "Tell me, what are you thinking?"

"Nothing." Wang Que walked over and pinched Bu Nanzi's shoulders: "I just want to find an excuse to hold a banquet, and then Grandfather, you will say in public that this wine is good, and we will use this kind of wine in the future. "

Bu Nanzi patted his left shoulder, and Wang Que hurried to pinch his left shoulder.

"Alas, I am already old and I still have to go out and show my face for you, my descendants, you kid..."

Wang Que smiled and massaged Bu Nanzi's back: "Thank you, Grandpa. Now Que'er is waiting for this wine to save his life."

Bu Nanzi snorted twice: "It's too boring to show up alone. I'll call Lao Dunkong later and let him drink with me."

Wang Que was surprised: "That's even better. Thank you, Grandpa!"

Bu Nanzi smiled: "You grew up under my care. Don't think I can't see your tricks, even if I don't say to pull Jinyang Dunkong."

"I'm afraid you will find all kinds of reasons to ask me to pull Jinyang Dunkong later."

"Hehe, Grandpa is still sharp and discerning! "

Bu Nanzi closed his eyes and fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan: "Tomorrow morning, take a few jars of this wine to the Jinyang clan, give two jars to your uncle first, and then give three jars to Lao Dunkong."

"Give the wine, and tell him that it is my intention, and this matter will be settled."

"Okay, Grandfather, you have a lot of face!"

"As for the banquet, the Zhou State inspector will definitely come within seven days. At that time, the Jinyangs will definitely hold a meeting. At that time, all the literati and poets of our Jinyang City will be scrambling to attend the meeting."

"When the time comes, you should perform well and try to gain face in front of those big and small figures in our Jinyang City. As long as you can get the inspector to nod his head, you will have no worries about not being able to sell this wine."

"Yes, Grandfather, you are really in control of the situation and win thousands of miles away!"

"It's not over yet. "Bu Nanzi took a sip from the wine glass and said, "This wine needs to be packaged in a more elegant way, with some architectural features of our Jinyang City, and also with some style features of our Zhou Kingdom."

"People rely on clothes, and Buddhas rely on gold. The price of your wine cannot be low. If the price is too low, it will not be prestigious."

"Don't worry about whether they can afford it. Wine is about face, understand?"

Although Wang Que had understood this matter a long time ago, he still responded respectfully at this moment..........