The news of the first victory in southern Xinjiang has spread throughout Daxia, and everyone understands that this young prince is really heroic, and even Zheng Rong admires the young man in his heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But who would have expected that this young Huaili general's stomach was turning upside down, after all, An An has been in the palace for so many years, although there are many yin divisions in the palace, but there are few such simple and rude, and they will slash each other with knives when they come up.

Song Zizhou had a cold face at the time, and others didn't think there was anything, but when he came down, every time he thought of those severed arms and stumps, he was faintly nauseous. He also knew in his heart that this was a process of growth, and if he wanted to stand alone, these processes must be experienced.

The business of Bran Wheat Hall is getting better and better day by day, and Zhengrong has thought of a new trick, isn't this wine still available by year? Is Zhengrong really buried for five or ten years before he comes out to sell? How is that possible, you have to make money as soon as possible, otherwise you may lose your life one day.

In the past ten years, there will be two more drops of Sun Moon Lake water, and two drops will be less in five years, and this cheating artifact will come in handy at this time.

The third batch of Zhengrong wine has been brewed, and everyone heard that there are ten years of good wine this time, but only three jars a day are sold, and they have sent their own small servants to line up overnight.

A middle-aged man wearing a dark red brocade shirt and a dark cotton robe passed by the bran hall with an entourage holding a folding fan.

"Bran? When did we still sell bran in Daxia? The middle-aged man stopped and asked.

The attendant hurriedly replied, "This shop has only been open for three or four months, and the output is not much, only ten catties of bran are sold every day. ”

The middle-aged man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "Let's go in and take a look." As he spoke, he led up the steps of the Bran Hall.

I saw a sign erected in front of the Bran Wheat Hall that read: Ten years of Wuliangye daily sales limit of three jars, first come, first served.

This shop is really interesting, selling things and restricting purchases, and I don't know what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd. How did this middle-aged man know that Zhengrong's purchase restriction was not because he didn't want to sell, but because he didn't have the goods.....

Raised his feet into the bran hall and found that this place is really a little different from other shops, not as flowery as the decoration in other stores, the whole lobby is very empty, only four urns are placed in the middle of the room, and now they are empty, there is a counter in one corner of the room, and several jars of wine are placed on the counter in turn.

It was probably the first time for the middle-aged man to see such a store that didn't look like a store, and the entourage behind him also opened his mouth in surprise.

It was already past the busiest period of the morning, Dexi was sitting behind the counter dozing off, only to hear a "snap", a gold ingot was thrown on the counter, Dexi immediately woke up, looked up at a man with a majestic face and said to him: "Young man, bring me a jar of your ten-year five grains." ”

Dexi knew that this person was not easy to mess with, but the rules set by the owner could not be violated, so he had to hold a smile and refuse: "This lord, our three ten-year wines today have been sold out, why don't you hurry up tomorrow?" ”

The middle-aged man estimated that he had not been rejected for a long time, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and before he could speak, the entourage behind him opened his mouth and reprimanded: "Bold! Do you know who my master is?! ”

In this case, a young man couldn't be the master, so he had to say to him, "Master, don't be angry first, I'll go to our shopkeeper." ”

It just so happened that Zhengrong was also in Pingdu today, so he came to the store with Zhao Tian, and after seeing the clothes on these two bodies, he knew that he was either rich or expensive, but Zhengrong now has someone to support her, and she doesn't care about ordinary people, and the two people will not come to such a small town, so she directly opened her mouth and refused: "Today's three jars of wine have been sold out, and the two of you will come again tomorrow." ”

The middle-aged man's entourage put his hand on the hilt of the sword, "Our master wants to buy your wine because he can afford you, don't be ashamed." ”

Zhao Tian glanced at the gold ingots placed on the counter, and bent down to Zheng Rong's ear, "The identities of these two people should be extraordinary, seeing that the gold ingots they give are all officially made, or sell them to them." ”

Hearing this, Zhengrong's stubborn temper came up, "The most important thing for a businessman to stand up is the word 'sincerity', if I sell it to you today, won't I break my promise?" In ancient times, there was a promise of a thousand gold, although I was young, but a promise was still worth ten taels of gold. If I sell it, others will buy it again, will I sell it or not?! ”

When the entourage heard this, he grinned angrily, and directly stretched out his hand to draw his sword, but the middle-aged man showed an appreciative look, stretched out his hand and pressed the hand of the entourage who wanted to draw the sword, and said to Zhengrong, "That's not right for us, let's come early tomorrow, little brother, farewell!" ”

The entourage snorted, glared at Zhengrong, and followed his master.