In the distance of Pingdingshan, on Baiyun Mountain, a red envelope appeared on it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's very obvious, it's very dazzling.

If it was before, Zhou Rui would never have been able to detect it, but now after the software is upgraded, the scope of its detection has also spread exponentially.

Baiyun Mountain was right within his reconnaissance range.

"Xiaoyou, you don't need to complete the task", Zhou Rui sat on the sofa and asked Xiaoyou.

Some festive red envelopes need to complete tasks, and some festive red envelopes don't.

"No", because the Double Ninth Festival is a small festival in China, and the red envelope is not a big red envelope, so there is no task.

"Fortunately, you can help me get it directly", Zhou Rui turned on the automatic collection function.

From here to Baiyun Mountain, it takes more than an hour to go back and forth, so that more than an hour of time is saved.

"Okay", soon, Xiao You received the Chung Yeung Festival red envelope.

I don't know what the Double Ninth Festival is, so I went to find a piece of tofu and hit it.

Although there is no "three-day holiday" during the Double Ninth Festival, it is also a traditional festival in China.

It has a thousand-year-old history in China.

Various myths and legends have been derived, and lyricists, poets, writers, painters, etc. have painted beautiful pictures according to the Chung Yeung Festival.

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Zhou Rui opened the red envelope space, and a space was suddenly occupied.

Then, Zhou Rui tapped lightly on the red envelope space, and the information in the space suddenly appeared.

Chrysanthemum wine: A wine made from chrysanthemums, glutinous rice, and koji, also known as longevity wine, suitable for people of all ages.

Its taste is cool and sweet, and it has the effects of nourishing the liver, brightening the eyes, strengthening the brain, and delaying aging.

Regular consumption of chrysanthemum wine can dispel disasters and pray for blessings, and make people rejuvenate the second spring.

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After Zhou Rui read it, it was called a speechless, "Second Spring", grandma drop, can you use a good term.

However, it can also be seen from here that this chrysanthemum wine is very suitable for the elderly.

And it's of great benefit to these old people.

The term "second spring" was even used.

For chrysanthemum wine, Zhou Rui drank it when he was a child.

At that time, the chrysanthemum wine was brewed by the grandparents themselves, and it had a unique taste.

He and his sister often went to drink secretly.

Chrysanthemum wine has been given other meanings by the people, especially on the day of the Double Ninth Festival, believing that drinking it can dispel disasters and pray for peace and security.

There are a total of nine jars of chrysanthemum wine in the red envelopes of the Double Ninth Festival.

It's the kind of ancient big wine jar, not a wine vat, and the wine jar and the wine jar are not a heavyweight at all.

Zhou Rui took out a jar from the red envelope space, and then broke the seal.

The chrysanthemum wine obtained in the red envelope space and the chrysanthemum wine brewed now are not of the same grade at all.

The moment the seal was opened, a chrysanthemum-like fragrance spread out and filled the room.

Inside the wine jar, a "clear spring" is reflected, as if a mirror is embedded in it.

"Wow, it's so clear", Zhou Rui looked at the chrysanthemum wine inside and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Slightly swaying, rippling blue waves, like elixir jade dew.

"Goodong", Zhou Rui couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and then, he couldn't wait to take out an empty wine glass and pour himself a glass.

Looking at the chrysanthemum wine in front of him, Zhou Rui picked up the wine glass, put it to his mouth, and tasted it gently.

"Ah", Zhou Rui sighed, leaning on the sofa, raising his head, facing the ceiling, and closing his eyes.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered his childhood.

All I could remember was the scene of my grandmother holding him in her arms and sitting under the big banyan tree in the courtyard, telling stories to herself.

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"Grandma, what is this", Xiao Zhou Rui ran away from behind his sister Zhou Jie, came to the table, stared at the wine jar on the table with big eyes.

"This is the chrysanthemum wine brewed by grandma and grandpa, let you taste it today", looking at the little grandson, Grandma Zhou's face was full of smiles.

"Chrysanthemum wine?" Xiao Zhourui's face was full of doubts, "Grandma, mom said that children are not allowed to drink."

"Yes, Mom is right, but today is special", Grandma Zhou touched Zhou Rui's hair.

"Oh, why"?

"Because today is the Double Ninth Festival, and this chrysanthemum wine is different from other wines, it can be drunk."

"You can drink wine on the Double Ninth Festival", Xiao Zhourui was very naïve and tilted his head.

"Yes, drinking chrysanthemum wine during the Double Ninth Festival is an old tradition here, and it is also related to a mythological story," Grandma Zhou said with a smile.

"Story?" Xiao Zhourui's eyes couldn't help but light up, "Grandma, I want to listen to the story, I want to listen to the story, you tell me about it", Xiao Zhourui pulled Grandma Zhou's clothes and called.

At the age of six or seven years old, it is the time to like to listen to stories, so Xiao Zhou Rui suddenly couldn't help it.

"Okay, then grandma will tell you a story", Grandma Zhou sat on the bench, and then picked up little Zhou Rui and put it on her legs.

Zhou Rui also snuggled in Grandma Zhou's arms and listened to Grandma's story.

"In the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a plague, as soon as it appeared, some people fell ill and some died, which brought endless suffering to our people.

At that time, there were people dying in every family, and people crying every night.

Everybody is scared every day.

Later, there was a young man named Huan Jing, whose parents' lives were also taken away by the plague, and he himself almost died of illness.

Later, after Huan Jing recovered from his illness, he said goodbye to his beloved wife and his father and fellow villagers, and went out to visit immortals to learn art, wanting to eliminate harm for the people.

He just walked and walked, I don't know how many places he walked.

The hard work paid off, and he finally found a capable immortal chief.

Immortal Chang was moved by his spirit, took Huan Jing in, and taught him the sword technique of subduing demons, and gave him a sword of subduing demons.

In order to subdue demons and eliminate demons, Huan Jing forgot to sleep and practiced hard, and practiced an extraordinary martial arts.

Later, the township chief called Huan Jing to his side and told him that tomorrow was the ninth day of the ninth month, and it was also the day when the plague came out to do evil, and asked him to go back to eliminate the harm for the people.

Before Huan Jing left, the immortal chief also gave him a packet of dogwood leaves, a cup of chrysanthemum wine, and secretly taught him how to ward off evil spirits, and let him ride the crane home."

"Grandma, what is a dogwood leaf", Xiao Zhourui listened very carefully, and took the initiative to ask when he heard what he didn't understand.

"Dogwood leaves, this is something that can destroy monsters", Grandma Zhou thought for a while and said to little Zhou Rui.

"It's so powerful", Xiao Zhourui's eyes lit up, "Then I want dogwood leaves too."

"Okay" Grandma Zhou's face was doting, "After returning home, on the morning of the ninth day of the ninth month of September, according to the instructions of the immortal chief, the villagers were led to a nearby mountain, and each person was given a dogwood leaf and a cup of chrysanthemum wine, ready to subdue the demons."

At noon, the plague demon really came out, and as soon as the plague demon reached the bottom of the mountain, he smelled the smell of dogwood and chrysanthemum wine.

The plague demon was scared and wanted to escape, but at this time, Huan Jing suddenly chased down with the demon subduing sword, and stabbed Wen to death in a few rounds.

Since then, the custom of drinking chrysanthemum wine on the ninth day of the ninth month of September has been handed down."

"Amazing, I will also kill demons in the future", Xiao Zhourui got off his grandmother's body, then picked up a wooden stick and began to play in the yard.

PS: I think of running in the sunset, that is my lost youth!