Chapter 18 The Autumn Wind Rises Osmanthus Yellow

"I have seen such a bloody scene, a hundred times more than this, that is, on the day you saved me, I was lying in a pool of blood, surrounded by people, motionless. "Qin Chuan closed his eyes before, but now he opened his eyes and turned to the old way.

Probably sensing Qin Chuan looking at him, Lao Dao also opened his eyes and said: "I passed by that day, you were lying in a pool of blood, you were picked up by me, and I don't know anything else." ”

"Hehe, you really don't know anything, what's my name, what's my surname, where do I come from?" Qin Chuan asked as if he didn't believe it.

"I really don't know, I can't lie to you, who have come to the Way. Lao Dao got up, no longer paid attention to Qin Chuan, packed his bags, and walked towards the trail with the suona.

"I have known since I was a child that my body is different from that of ordinary people, sometimes chills, sometimes fever, and you often feed me strong wine to relieve it, so over the years, although there have been episodes of pain, but very few times. Lao Dao, do you know what my body is?"

"It's just a difference in physique, there's no need to worry too much, besides, with me, there must be you to drink. Rest assured, I already know where his stubborn illness is, but it still needs to be recuperated for a few years before he can become an ordinary person. ”

Every time he talked about Qin Chuan's stubborn physical illness, Lao Dao was always melancholy, and after saying this, he walked forward on his own and no longer paid attention to Qin Chuan.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan knew the sore spot of hitting Lao Dao, and when he saw this, he was also completely sleepy, so he also followed.

Since he can remember, Qin Chuan has taken a lot of pills, but I don't know where it came from, when the stubborn disease of this body attacked, it was like a broken liver and intestines, Qin Chuan often fainted in pain, but after conditioning in the past two years, it has been relieved, Qin Chuan is grateful to the old man in his heart.

"In a few days, it will be your tenth birthday, will you have what you want? The old man asked Qin Chuan without looking back.

"Why do you know about my birthday?" Qin Chuan asked with a smile, muttering repeatedly behind Lao Dao: "Didn't you say that you don't know anything?"

It turned out that Qin Chuan was already in his early tens, but because of his physique, he was only about the appearance of an eight-year-old child.

Lao Dao listened to Qin Chuan's words, he was a little annoyed, his beard began to tremble, and he kicked Qin Chuan again: "My birthday is my birthday, the day I pick you up, it will be your birthday, I say yes!"

Qin Chuan smiled: "Okay, okay, what day you say my birthday is, that's what day." When I went to the city to catch the market before, there was a restaurant in the west of the city that always greeted me and said, "The crabs are fat, the autumn wind is drunk, and if you can eat the blue crabs of Huzhou on this year's birthday......"

"Hmph, I'm also guilty of gluttony, I always say that Huzhou is full of waterways and abundant products, just this autumn blue crab, tsk...... It's wonderful. Speaking of the delicious taste of blue crabs, Lao Dao actually wiped his hair.

"What, you have eaten blue crabs in Huzhou, and you don't bring me such delicious things. Qin Chuan was very annoyed, because he saved pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and went to the city many times to buy wine for Lao Dao, but now he has never heard of such a delicacy as blue crab, and he must be eating alone.

"Rabbit cub, what do you want?" Lao Dao probably saw Qin Chuan's thoughts, touched his snow-white beard and said: "I have visited all over the mountains and rivers, seeking the treasures of heaven and earth to make talismans, the road is far away, all over the world, naturally I have also been to Huzhou and other places. You don't know, eat crabs here is very particular, take the male crab in October, about five taels is suitable, the spring water is steamed, the ginger is fishy, with a hammer, upsetting, tongs, shovel, spoon, fork, scrape, needle and other utensils to take out the crab meat and crab roe, without destroying its crab shell, according to the old way, it is much more difficult than my heart to make the talisman seal. ”

"You say, the price of this blue crab must not be cheap, right?" Qin Chuan asked as he swallowed his saliva. Qin Chuan is quite interested in eating and drinking, just in the Taoist temple, there are eighteen ways to make a kind of tofu, the cooking skills are exquisite, and the old way is picky eater, but he is also amazed.

"Huzhou crabs, this price, naturally will not be so expensive, but the season for eating crabs is very short, not in Huzhou and not available, I have eaten a few times in my life." Lao Dao turned around and said with a smile, obviously deliberately arousing Qin Chuan's gluttony.

"Then why don't you eat a few of the blue crabs sold by this restaurant in the west of the city. Qin Chuan asked puzzled.

Huzhou is thousands of miles away from here, over the mountains and mountains, avoiding bandits, and adding a few days of process, transporting goods to Qingzhou, although there is cold ice preservation, but the road is far away, naturally it is also a dead crab, so the blue crabs burned by the local restaurant are all produced by local ponds, this Qingzhou thousands of mountains and bad water, it is difficult to produce good blue crabs, even if someone is careful to serve, really bring back some blue crabs from Qingzhou, the cooking techniques are all fierce fire stir-fry, it is difficult to have a delicious taste, it is okay not to eat. ”

Hearing this, Qin Chuan regretted slightly: "Wouldn't it be beautiful to think about getting a few blue crabs and drinking osmanthus wine?"

Hearing the osmanthus wine, Lao Dao hurriedly said: "Hurry back, don't miss the big thing of winemaking." After speaking, he didn't pay attention to Qin Chuan, and hurried forward a few steps, Qin Chuan could only run tightly to keep up with the figure of Lao Dao.

The autumn wind rises, the leaves are yellow, and the osmanthus is fragrant.

When the osmanthus flowers bloom in autumn every year, Lao Dao and Qinchuan will always push away all red and white things, refuse all pilgrims, no longer go out, no longer pay attention to the incense money, but collect all the osmanthus wine, take the name and say;

A sip of osmanthus wine, which has hundreds of flavors.

According to the taste of the old way, the world's fine wine, only love October yellow. This is comparable to all the fine wines in Qingzhou City, and the daughter does not change.

As for why you have to take osmanthus to make wine, instead of spending more money to buy all kinds of fine wine in the city, the old Tao never said, Qin Chuan has also asked many times, the old Tao is silent, over time, every autumn, no need to be reminded by the old way, Qin Chuan will prepare in advance to collect all the osmanthus and make osmanthus wine.

Away from the Taoist temple of people, there are wild osmanthus trees around, I don't know whether it is planted by the old Tao, or left by the predecessors, I don't know the age of the tree, the growth is gratifying.

In the autumn of each year, the old Taoist always held a penny and beat the osmanthus flowers, and Qin Chuan was busy picking them up under the tree, and he was always covered with osmanthus on his forehead. Now that Qin Chuan's size has jumped up, this errand naturally fell on his head.

The mountains and rivers are washed, the flowers fall into the altar, and there is nothing else.

Sealed for three months, not more than a day, not too much a day.

This osmanthus wine is not sold, not given, only two people know, drink freely. Half of the altar is opened every year, and the other is sealed under the bed of the old road, so Qin Chuan is always not addicted to drinking.

Qin Chuan got up in the middle of the night to drink secretly, and was discovered by the old Tao, and his stomach was almost opened.

Therefore, every time he goes to the city to catch the market, Qin Chuan always has to drink enough for other wines.

Every year, when the snow closes the mountain, there is no more trouble, close the dilapidated wooden door, the two take a small red clay stove, burn half a catty of pear wood charcoal, warm a jar of osmanthus wine, and eat with air-dried cured meat.

The wind and snow in the sky, through the crack in the door, blew the charcoal to burn even more, making the osmanthus wine warmer, in this side of the enclosed world, the old road and Qinchuan, a sip of wine, a meal. When he was drunk, he lay in bed drunk, snoring like thunder, and when he woke up, he splashed ink and paper, and held a pen and waved.

If you are a little tired, then warm a jar of wine and take another slice of meat. In the huge world, no one knows, and the cycle continues, Lao Dao and Qin Chuan have spent several years together.

Qin Chuan thought to himself, this time he must beat the osmanthus trees around the Taoist temple bald, so as to brew a few more jars of osmanthus wine.

Thinking about the taste of the newly brewed osmanthus wine, the two couldn't help but speed up their pace and rushed in the direction of the Taoist temple.

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