"Sudden accidents, opening the gates to divert water, and escaping through secret passages?"

Hu Shijiu was stunned, she looked at the old man fixedly, and couldn't react to the meaning of the old man's words for a while.

The old man looked at Hu Nineteen calmly.

"Master," Hu Shijiu leaned forward, and the table was immediately staggered by her.

"Something will happen to the Drunkard Building?"

The old man reached out and held the candlestick steadily. Outside the window, the wind was howling.

"It's just sooner or later." The old man seemed a little tired, and slowly sat down on the table.

"So, what are we going to do?"

"Wait and see. If something happens, you go there to open the gate and release the water, and escape through the secret passage. ”

The old man's voice was slow, but it was clear and firm.

There, of course, is the secret cellar.

What about here?

"I will dismiss everyone in advance, the drunkard building has earned over the years, enough for the guys to stay for a long time, and not worry about their livelihood."

The master's words made Hu Shijiu feel more ominous the more he listened, but it was clearly such a dangerous thing, why was he said by the master that the cloud was light and light, as if he had been prepared for a long time, and he wanted to fight with the person who was secretly eyeing the drunkard Lou, and broke the net?

She suddenly realized a problem, since the master had arranged everyone's fate so carefully, he even handed over such a major matter as opening the gate and releasing water and escaping through the secret passage to herself. But what about the master? Master, where should he go?

No, it won't. Hu 19 was shocked. She froze in front of the table with the conjecture in her mind, only one hand that seemed to tremble uncontrollably.

"Nineteen, come, sit down." The old man stretched out his hand and poured a cup of tea for Hu Shijiu.

Hu Shijiu Muran took it, and held the warm tea cup in his hand, so that Hu Shijiu's trembling hands were comforted, and her mood was a little settled.

"Nineteen, don't panic, don't be afraid."

How to tell this child what is behind it, will she be afraid? Will she be up to the task?

The old man groaned.

The candle flame of "Nineteen ......" went out, and the old man's thoughts returned to years ago......

After experiencing the initial success, the old man named "Xu Mao" was in the prime of life at that time.

The good reputation accumulated by walking the streets and alleys before made the newly established "Drunkard Fang" quickly spread by word of mouth, every day, as soon as the sky was bright, the candle light was just lit in the winery, and outside the door, there were neighbors waiting in line.

"Brother Xu, your family's wine is even liked by our grandmother!"

"I said Aning, mother, you let Brother Xu make more wine! My old man, a dead ghost, doesn't eat your wine, and I don't have the strength to work in the fields! ”

"Dad, Aunt Kule asked me to bring her some to try."

Xujia wine, the wine is fragrant and long, the wine taste is sweet, and the amber wine is poured into the white porcelain bowl, which makes people salivate when they look at it.

There is even a legend that after drinking the Xu family wine, the old man who has not been on the ground for a long time can actually walk a few steps tremblingly under the support of others.

The woman with a pale complexion, after drinking it, also became like a spring breeze, as bright as a peach and plum.

Not to mention those high-spirited offspring, if you don't have some Xu family wine one day, this day, you will feel that your tongue is not good in your mouth when you speak!

Regarding these rumors, Xu Mao just shook his head and smiled, if his wine was really so magical, then he would not be the shopkeeper of the Drunkard Fang, but the imperial doctor of the palace.

The neighbors who said this were all happy, so no one took it seriously, just as a pastime after tea and dinner, but the number of people queuing at the entrance of the drunkard square increased every day.

But some people have other thoughts.

I don't remember how long it took, but it seemed that overnight, on the opposite side of the drunken man's fang, an apricot blossom building with green tiles and eaves was opened.

When Xinghualou first opened, all the dignitaries and nobles in the city went to cheer.

For a while, the clothes were fragrant and the sideburns were shining, and the traffic was busy.

The two shopkeepers of Xinghualou stood outside the gate of the magnificent restaurant, arching and smiling. But gradually, in addition to the gentlemen in the capital, who like the luxurious decoration there and occasionally go to sit, the guys in Xinghualou are most often seen by others, which is boring waving a fly swatter, looking from afar, as if there to attract guests, practicing the latest dance.

And they said, The wine is not pure.

And they said, The people there are dark-hearted.

The money for drinking wine for half a month in the drunkard workshop is often not able to buy a cup of tea in Xinghualou.

What's more, the wine in Xinghualou is almost the same as the tea there, light and tasteless.

The business of the drunkard shop is as good as ever, and there are even a few more unfamiliar faces from the people who come to buy wine.

Xu Mao doesn't care who buys his own wine, or he is simply "learning" his own wine, because to make good wine, not only does it require skill, but most importantly, the water source!

At the beginning, fortunately, Gui Ru didn't let herself sell the old house, and the water source in the well was not the same as that in the city.

Blessings, misfortunes, woes, blessings.

When the business of the drunkard fang was at its best, when Xu Mao thought that the hard days of their family were gone forever, a disaster that had been secretly planned for many days and was planned to make them yin and yang forever.

If he hadn't moved out of the old house that day, and hadn't built the "Drunkard Fang" in Langjing City, the family would have been happy even if they were hard. Gui Ru, A Ning, will they not suddenly suffer a catastrophe......

All thoughts are lost, and there is no love in life.

When Gui Ru and A Ning "left", Xu Mao, who was in a skeletal shape, rejected everyone's concern, and returned to the old house late one night, adding heavy black locks to the yard.

After that, he took a jug of hastily brewed wine to their mother's grave.

"Guiru, A-Ning," he poured himself a glass and slowly poured the wine over the grassy mound.

"I'm sorry."

No matter how good a couple is, there are times when they quarrel, but on weekdays, he never said these three words, Gui Ru always said that he was a character who did not hit the south wall and did not look back. But every time, he also forgave him with a smile after he made a fragrant meal.

At this time, these three words, it turned out that they were so light, so light, and he regretted it, why did he never admit his mistake to Gui Ru!

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry......" he said one by one, crying blood. He kowtowed madly to the dirt bag where they had buried their mother and daughter, the grit imprinted into the shattered skin, and the blood on his forehead melted into the yellow dust.

Guiru! Anin!

In the sky, a heavy rain suddenly fell, like the unwilling but helpless tears of the deceased.

Wait for me!

He pulled out a dagger engraved with a white tiger and was about to plunge it into his heart, which was so painful that it could barely beat anymore!

"Brother!"

The owner of the knife suddenly appeared, he pounced and held the extremely sharp knife tightly, blood mixed with rain, awakening Xu Mao's remaining sobriety.

"Xu An, you're back!"