"It's really wanton and reckless!"

Throwing the "People's Livelihood Express" in his hand on the table, Yan Yingyuan snorted.

Xiao Er next to him came over with a smile: "Yan Okura, but you're done eating?" ”

"Just your shop, display the "People's Livelihood Express" in the shop for the eaters to watch." Yan Yingyuan crooked his mouth, then stood up.

He is tall, with silkworm eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, red face and beautiful hair, and looks dignified, as if Guan Yunchang has been reincarnated. Although Xiao Er was respectful to him, he was not afraid, everyone was an acquaintance, and Yan Yingyuan was not a high-ranking and famous Jinshi, just a warehouse official, although he was born with a good appearance, it was useless. Calling him "Okura" is respect, and if you see him outside, it's normal to call him by his name directly.

Xiao Er took the "People's Livelihood Express" and quickly passed it to a poor Xiucai who had already ordered noodle soup on the side and was impatient. Yan Yingyuan glanced at him, shook his head, and strode out of this small noodle shop.

The business of the small noodle shop is good in this vicinity, the reason is that they have ordered the "People's Livelihood Express" to watch and watch, and many people in this neighborhood are reluctant to subscribe to the newspaper's penny.

When he walked to the street, Yan Yingyuan looked at the bustling crowd and suddenly felt a trance.

This huge city, although it has been forced by the East several times, but in the end it is the capital of the Ming Dynasty, and the prosperity in the city is needless to say, just the large population, which makes Yan Yingyuan think of the praise of the capital of the country in the Spring and Autumn Period: "Zhang Yuan becomes yin, sweats into rain, and follows side by side." ”

It's just that Yan Zi was bragging at the time, but what Yan Yingyuan saw was a real existence.

Although Yan Yingyuan was only a small official, he liked to read, and while other colleagues racked their brains to figure out how to make a profit for themselves from the imperial treasury he managed, he delved into the ancient strategy and military books. It's just that what's the use of studying these, he is useless after all, and he can't compare to a house slave who relies on his whiskers to take the throne, and he actually becomes the chief soldier of a province!

What he was thinking about was Liu Zeqing.

In the last issue of the "People's Livelihood Express", there were many things about this general soldier in Shandong, such as his bending the law for personal gain, embezzling military salaries, doing evil, bringing disaster to the country and the people, and raising thieves for self-respect. Although "Minsheng Express" is a newspaper published in Nanzhili, it has been published for more than two years, and its influence has long surpassed that of Nanzhili and spread to the capital. After each issue of "Minsheng Express" came out in Nanzhili, it would generally be sent to the capital in ten to fifteen days, and it also derived the business of "selling newspapers".

It's just that the price of the "Minsheng Express" in this way is several times that of Nanzhili, and the newspaper that only sells one copy in five languages in Nanzhili will sell fifty yuan a copy in Bei' Beijing.

When he saw the previous issue, Yan Yingyuan realized that someone was going to deal with Liu Zeqing.

Previously, he also liked to read the "People's Livelihood Express", but although this newspaper was something that no one had said, he had always paid attention to the scale, and never almost named any of today's officials, even a county order.

But this time, he bluntly said that the mountain 'East General Soldier Liu.

Sure enough, in this issue, Liu Zeqing's origin and identity as a member of the Wenxiang Sect were revealed, of course, at this time, Liu Zeqing had already been killed, and the "People's Livelihood Express" even quoted Yan Jizu's triumphant words, which made Liu Zeqing's death penalty a real one.

What others saw was that the general soldier of a province turned out to be the remnants of the Smelling Fragrance Sect, but what Yan Yingyuan saw was this kind of goods who were stabbed to death by a peasant girl without learning and skills, and he was able to climb to such a high position, and it was in such an important place as Shandong's east!

A true hero, but there is no place for it...... At this moment, he heard a voice with a southern accent behind him: "You are so unreasonable, standing at the intersection and blocking people's way!" ”

Yan Yingyuan frowned, turned his face, but looked at a man with a grin. Originally, this man's words were a bit offensive, but looking at the smile on his face, Yan Yingyuan's anger couldn't come up.

"I'm sorry, forgive my sins." Yan Yingyuan said.

When the man saw his appearance, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he suddenly laughed: "Good man...... This brother has a big name, I don't know if I am free, would you like to talk to me? ”

When it comes to appearance, Yan Yingyuan is really quite heroic, and he himself is very conceited, so he deliberately keeps a beautiful hair when trimming his beard. Hearing the man's words, he looked up and down, and saw that the man's skin was bronzed, he looked like he had been exposed to a lot of sun, his eyebrows were straight, and his eyes were bright. His accent originally had a southern accent, but later a sentence was quite authentic official dialect, and he always laughed before he spoke, which made people feel good.

"A certain Yan Yingyuan, the word Liheng, I don't know what your advice is?" Yan Yingyuan arched his hand.

This person looked to be only in his early twenties, at least ten years younger than Yan Yingyuan, but his bearing was also quite extraordinary, and he was not tacky at all. Yan Yingyuan knew that this was the capital, and at the feet of the Son of Heaven, he would gather heroes and Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, so he didn't dare to slack off.

"The younger brother's surname is Jiang, and the future general is not the Jiang of the rivers and lakes and the sea, nor the Jiang Ziya Jiang Taigong's Jiang. The single name is a shore character, and the word is frosty...... To tell you the truth, I came to Beijing to do business, I was shopping, and I was hungry and wanted to find a place to eat. However, the younger brother is the most nagging, and he likes to be accompanied by friends when he eats, no, he walked on the street for a long time, and he didn't see two people who were qualified to accompany the younger brother to dinner, until he saw Brother Liheng. ”

This person was very good at talking, and he nagged for a long time, but he was complimenting Yan Yingyuan in a roundabout way. Yan Yingyuan looks like Guan Yu, and his surname is also a little similar, which is flattering and flattering. Hearing what Jiang An said, he smiled slightly: "It just so happens that Yan is free now...... The crispy duck at the front end and the floor is good, will the brothers go up for a while? ”

The crispy duck in Duanhelou is of course good, but the price is also expensive, Yan Yingyuan has lived in this neighborhood for many years, but he has not eaten it a few times. Jiang'an and Yan Yingyuan ate to the heart's content in Duanhelou, and Jiang'an mixed in the south for two years, in addition to eating crispy duck, they used what Jiang'an said about Annan's experience and wine, and Yan Yingyuan's eyebrows danced, but he hated not being able to see it with his own eyes.

Not only Yan Yingyuan, Duanhelou is a relatively large restaurant near here, "It's really a great pleasure to get to know Brother Yan today, and you can't do without good wine if you have friends...... I have a good wine here, please try it, Brother Yan. Shogishi said as he pulled out a bottle from his bosom.

As soon as this bottle appeared in front of Yan Yingyuan, it made his eyes light up.

"Is this a glass bottle?"

"It's a glass bottle, it's just a glass bottle." Shogishi laughed: "What is produced by Cochin...... Oh yes, try the wine first! ”

As he spoke, he uncorked the bottle, and the cork cork was opened, and a pungent aroma of wine came out, and because of his carelessness, he also spilled a little wine, and suddenly, the whole restaurant was full of this strong fragrance.

Yan Yingyuan was not a wine worm, but he couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then praised: "Good wine." ”

"Whether it's good or not, you won't know until you taste it." Jiang An smiled again, and then, for some reason, he took out a wooden box from his bosom, which was cushioned with brocade and placed two small glasses. It's just that compared to the translucent wine bottle, these two glasses are crystal clear, like crystal.

The wine glass was not big, and Jiang An poured a glass for Yan Yingyuan first, and then poured himself another glass: "This is a strong wine, Brother Yan try it!" ”

Yan Yingyuan raised his wine glass, played with it in his palm, and snorted twice. Although his family is not wealthy, at the feet of the Son of Heaven in the capital, he has seen more or less the market, and this kind of glass has to be the same price as silver of the same weight. The wine was added to the lips, and a feeling of fire spread down the lips to the mouth.

"Sure enough, the spirits!" Yan Yingyuan drank all the glass of wine, only to feel that his throat and stomach seemed to be breathing fire outward, and he took a few mouthfuls of food before he suppressed the sky-high wine.

This wine is stronger than the wine made by all the houses in the capital today, and even better than the burning knife wine smuggled in from outside the customs.

At this time, there are still twenty or thirty years before the capital brews the famous Erguotou in later generations, and the wine brought by Jiang'an is also the Erguotou sorghum wine in later generations.

Yan Yingyuan drank happily, he reached out to take the wine bottle, and was about to make his own wine, but he found another thing, outside the glass wine bottle, there was a round piece of paper. The paper is printed with patterns and words, carefully auspicious, the pattern is the appearance of a military general wearing a mask, and the text is "Di Gongjiu" three big characters.

Under the three big characters, there are dense small characters, but it is said that the origin of this wine is brewed by the famous general Di Qing of the Northern Song Dynasty, Di Qing to Jiaozhi Zhengnong Zhigao, and then the method of wine-making was passed on to Jiaozhi, and then it was lost due to the war, and now it reappears in Daming Yunyun.

"This wine...... Is it produced by Cochin? Yan Yingyuan admired Di Qing very much, and couldn't help asking, "Di Gongjiu?" ”

"It is produced in Hoi An, Cochin County." Jiang An said: "Even the bottle with the wine, all produced in Hoi An." ”

Of course, what he said was a big lie, and even the bottle with the wine was produced by Xinxiang in Chin'zhou, but in order to avoid some greedy hands, he went to Hoi An to take a turn. If there was one thing Hoi An did, it was to stick the colour-printed paper on the bottle.

At this time, it was already in June of the ninth year of Chongzhen, in January of the ninth year of Chongzhen, when Yu Guozhen was fighting in the bloody battle in the area of Nanzhili, the glass firing technology that had been developed for more than a year was finally mature, although the yield was still a little low, but it could be produced on a large scale. And the glass kiln is ready-made, just waiting for the most suitable recipe and the most mature process, and even the workers are ready-made. So just a month later, the first batch of glass products was shipped to Hoi An, in March with the sister ship Lianbo of the Pillow Xia to Shanghai's sea, and in May, when Yu Guozhen went north for the second time, he sailed with Bei, and Yu Guozhen was one step ahead of the port of Tianjin.

This time Yu Guozhen's northward journey was not just as simple as Emperor Chongzhen wanting to see him, he also shouldered an extremely important task, which was to open the northern market of the Ming Dynasty. Therefore, the general, who had left the military affairs, came here with him.

The place name of "Hoi An ......", Yan Yingyuan only heard Jiang'an say it in Fangcai, he hesitated for a while, imagining the scene in the south of the sea, and couldn't help but be fascinated leisurely.

At this moment, someone stepped forward: "Two, this wine ......"

(To be continued)