Ask This Spring

Since she was a child, Zhen Lin knew that she had a good birth, otherwise she would not be sold for a high price of five hundred taels of silver by her own father. God seems to love her extraordinarily, her snowy, flawless skin and thick black eyebrows are completely different from ordinary women, adding a bit of heroism, coupled with rich black hair, and vermilion lips. Can't look away.

Feeling the gaze cast on him, Zhuo Lian turned his head and smiled with a good temper: "Look at what I am doing, isn't it possible that my face is stained with herbal juice?"

"No."

Zhen Lin hurriedly shook her head, washed her hands, and mixed the medicinal surface with Zhuo Lian until it was dry and wet, then sifted through it with a coarse sieve, and then placed it in the warehouse. Medium compaction.

Zhuo Lian wanted to enter the wine cellar to count the number of rice wines, but unexpectedly met Zhen Lin, which only took a moment. If she guessed correctly, Zhen Lin in the script had escaped from the house today before being sent to Helian's mansion, but it was a pity that Father Zhen lied so much that she had no one to protect her before she was caught back.

Just after dawn the next day, Huanmu and Uncle Fu went to the wine shop, and saw the girl who was pouring the medicine noodles into the mold, and both were stunned for a moment.

"Lianniang, who is this?"

Zhuo Lian wiped her hands, walked to her mother-in-law, and explained softly: "She's Zhen Lin, and her father is an inferior bastard. She wants to send people to the old staff to be concubines. The little girl fled to the wine shop, and the daughter-in-law thought about it. Our family is not short of a bite of food, so let her stay first, and it won’t be too late to think of a solution after the wind has passed."

Huan’s mother was soft-hearted. Seeing that Zhen Lin was not much older than Huan Yun, she sighed and nodded: “If this is the case, please stay in the wine shop first. You can also be your company. Anyway, a guest. Everyone who comes to buy wine is also in the front hall. As long as she doesn't go out and walk around, she won't be discovered."

Uncle Fu has always been reticent and didn't raise any objections. Although he didn't want to cause trouble, he couldn't push the little girl into the fire pit. At this moment, he just nodded, and took the thick cloth to make the medicated bread and compact it hard.

Although it was early, there was a long line in front of the Huanjia Restaurant. There were men and women, old and young, and they were talking with a smile. When the windows of the shop were unloaded and the door opened, they stretched their heads and sniffed the aroma of wine in the air, as if they were coveting wine worms in their stomachs.

At present, there are only two kinds of wine sold in the wine shop, one is the most common rice wine, with turbid color and floating ants on it, sweet and not spicy, and tasteless when drinking; but the other is completely different. , The wine is clear and clear, and there is no trace of impurities. After drinking it, there is a rush of warmth rising from the lower abdomen and gradually spreading to the limbs.

At the beginning, there were people who disliked the high reserve price of Qingwu, selling 300 Wen per liter, and chasing the breeze in the restaurant, it was no different from Mingqiu.

Most of those who say this have never drunk Qingfengxiao, but they are based on misrepresentation, and regard Zhuo’s sake as a delicacy that is hard to find in the world. Once the two wines with similar names are put together, which is higher, lower, and better. Which is inferior, you can see clearly at a glance.

Uncle Fu stood behind the counter, holding wine grapes in hand to help the guests drink. Boss Fei finally got in line and couldn't help asking, "Why didn't you see the little boss? Her accuracy in selling wine is better than you can handle."

"Recently, a new song called Jinbo is going to be made in the distillery. The rice wine brewed has the sweet aroma of almonds. Lianniang really can't get out of it, so I will make the drink."

Hearing this, Boss Fei swallowed, his eyes full of expectation.

Even if the Huanjia Distillery’s unrefined quality is very good, the reputation is still much weaker than Qingfengxiao. Most of the people who have heard of this wine are locals, and foreign guests who come to Bianzhou will still choose and have a good reputation. Zhuo’s restaurant was broadcasted as a venue for banquets.

Heming Pavilion is the most elegantly restored private room in the restaurant. Not to mention the carefully crafted tables and chairs in the house, just look at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. It will arouse the admiration of the literati and the guest again and again.

At the moment, sitting on the main seat was a middle-aged man, who was quite old, with a gentle smile on his face, and it was Sheng Qi, the secretary of the criminal ministry who came to patrol.

He held a plain white porcelain cup in his hand, filled with the breeze, the light green liquor swayed slightly, reflecting the bright lights in the room, and it became more and more extraordinary.

"Brother Zhuo, your brewing skills have become more exquisite. I have heard of the Zhuo family's name in the capital. If one day the breeze is sent to Yuqian, your Zhuo family will fly into the sky if you are not sure."

Zhuo Xiao was nearly forty in the same year, his appearance was still handsome, and his whole body revealed a gentle grace, no wonder he was called a Confucian businessman.

"Brother Sheng praised it. Although Qingfengxiao is good, the royal wine in the palace is even better. I heard that there is also a wine called Qiongsu. Just by hearing the name, you can think of the sweet and mellow taste..."

"Brother Zhuo, why should we be so arrogant? We have all drunk Qingfengxiao. No one knows better than us how good it is. As for the so-called Qiongshu wine, no one in Bianzhou has tasted it. It is estimated that Qing Fengxiao is between the two." One of them replied.

Don't think that Zhuo Xiaotong is only a merchant, but the wife he later married is the younger sister of General Huaihua. Even if she is only a concubine, her identity is much more noble than ordinary people, so everyone here will naturally hold him.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Sheng Qi still didn't move his chopsticks. Zhuo Xiaotong couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, and asked, "These dishes don't suit Brother Sheng's appetite? I will ask the next person to change another batch."

Sheng Qi waved his hand to stop: "Neither, but my cousin is also in Bianzhou, so I sent someone to send him a letter. I guess he will be coming soon."

Zhuo Xiao raised his eyebrows and his eyes flickered slightly. If he remembers correctly, Sheng Qi's uncle is the Yongping Hou of the dynasty. Isn't his cousin a nobleman in the Hou Mansion?

Before he could understand, the door of Heming Pavilion was pushed open from outside, and Boss Fei came in with a smile on his face carrying the wine bottle.

"Cousin, long time no see."

No matter Zhuo Xiaotong wanted to break his head, he couldn’t think that the owner of the UBM Tea House had a relationship with Yongping Hou. The people in the Hou Mansion solved it.

Sheng Qi looked excited, and it took a long time to come back. After seeing what Boss Fei was holding, he couldn't laugh or cry for a while: "What kind of wine do I get when I come to Zhuo's restaurant for food? Drink Qingfengxiao."

Others were afraid of offending the Fan family, but Boss Fei didn't care. He put the dim and crude wine bottle on the table, acting very carefully, and muttered: "You taste this wine, the taste is not worse than Qingfengxiao."

Hearing this, everyone secretly looked at Zhuo Xiaotong, and found that his expression had not changed at all, and they couldn't help but secretly admired him, thinking that he was very well-trained.

"Don't mess around." Sheng Qi raised his brows and raised a point. Even if the Yongping Hou's family is big, he can't make enemies everywhere, but his cousin is not long-hearted and doesn't care about these little things at all.

Boss Fei waved his hand and instructed him to take another set of cups. After the cap was opened, the overbearing aroma of the liquor poured out in an instant. It was extremely luscious and mellow. The taste of children.

Putting the cup full of sake into Sheng Qi's hand, Boss Fei smiled and said, "Cousin, let's talk about it after drinking."

Sheng Qi wanted to refuse, but the scent that kept flowing from his nose made him speechless, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.

Upon seeing this, Zhuo Xiao smiled slightly: "Good wines are rare. If Boss Fei doesn't mind, it's better to let us taste them too. It would be more convenient to judge."

"That's how it should be. I have lived for decades, and I haven't drunk a drink with a better quality than Qingfengxiao."

"This wine does achieve two points of clarity, but whether it is spicy or not, only the entrance can tell."

Boss Fei handed the bottle to the guy, and the thin young man lowered his head, pouring wine to the distinguished guests tremblingly, frightened like a quail.

When he reached this stall, Sheng Qi didn't say much. He raised his head and poured the wine into his belly. In a short time, a burning heat gushed out of the abdominal cavity and spread to the limbs.

Seeing that the Xingbu assistant's cheeks rose to the color of pig liver, everyone was shocked. After his complexion recovered, they hurriedly asked: "This sake is so strong?"

After finally slowing down, Sheng Qi looked at the small cup in his hand in disbelief, the root of his tongue was still a little tingling, and he nodded slowly:

"It's really strong, it's better to drink slowly, don't drink in a hurry."

Boss Fei sat on the wooden chair, sipped the brightly colored liquor, suddenly raised his head, stared at Zhuo Xiao and asked, "Brother Zhuo, what do you think of this wine?"

Zhuo Xiao is also very talented in making wine. He has managed his own wine shop to the extent that everyone is well-known. Naturally, he is not low-spirited. He does not want to admit that there will be rice wine that is more delicious than the breeze, but the wine that passed through the throat just now He slapped him **** the face, it was smooth and spicy, with all four corners, and he couldn't find any flaws at all.

There were bursts of fishy and sweetness in his mouth, Zhuo Xiao's expression remained unchanged, and he reluctantly asked angrily:

"This kind of wine is really rare. I don't know where Boss Fei got it from?"

Boss Fei seemed to hear a joke, and was overwhelmed with joy: "You still have to ask me? This is the bottomless brew made by your eldest daughter. The soul is about to be hooked away, but unfortunately the store is limited in stock. You can only buy one liter a day, which is really stingy."

"Zhuo Lian?"

Zhuo Xiaotong never thought that one day he would hear the name of the eldest daughter from others, but it was just a useless rubbish. He could actually make good wine?

Looking around in the box for a week, I found that all the guests here had tasted the bottomless, one or two of them showed admiration. Some people were reluctant to drink it right away and drank slowly. Some people had already walked up to Boss Fei, thinking Begging for a glass of wine and tasting... Bringing this scene into your eyes, Zhuo Xiao felt an endless sense of absurdity from the bottom of his heart.