The first time is always so unforgettable.

Durin once thought that the place where he lived in the countryside should be the worst and worst place in his life, and the feeling of the six brothers huddled together was definitely a thrilling thing. Every day, in addition to work, I am working, and I am often so tired that I fall asleep directly on the bed. The uncleaned bedroom smells of feet and sweat 365 days a year, and my sisters and sisters don't want to come in after coming once.

But in this room, which is only about 30 square meters, there are actually 20 people squeezed! Not to mention the smell of sweat and feet, there is another kind of strong smell that cannot be said, but it exudes a strong smell that can cause hormonal changes in the human body. The yellowed and blackened walls are plastered with posters of some women Chiguo, and these posters are always covered with various yellowing watermarks on one piece and another.

The toilet was right outside the bedroom door, and the suffocating smell of urine and the smell of a country manure pit rising from the sewer always filled the bedroom between opening and closing.

Lying on the bed that felt wet, the thin quilt in his hand was covered with a layer of oil plaster, and there was a rancid smell, Durin curled up his body and preferred to freeze rather than cover the obviously terrible quilt on the bed.

This one also slept very soundly, and in the middle of the night he seemed to be no longer afraid of warmth, and returned to his home and lay on his bed.

When he woke up the next day, he realized where the warmth came from - the blackened quilt had been covered by him, and after losing his subjective thoughts, the subconscious of living beings was always able to find something more suitable for the creatures to avoid being harmed, the cold damage.

He pushed away the disgusting quilt, there was no place to freshen up, and a group of people crowded together to the station platform, and the first shipment of the morning began.

The things carried are not much different from yesterday's, and they are still very familiar. Inside the wooden stand is a tightly packed box, and when you walk and shake, you can vaguely feel the liquid shaking inside, and occasionally there is the sound of glass colliding.

"What's in there?", Durin asked, clasping Graff's arm, "It seems to be all water." ”

"Water?", Graff squinted at Durin disdainfully, "It's all money, you know, it's money!", and after a while, he whispered, "Don't talk nonsense, it's full of high wine." ”

Duhrin paused for a moment, and was about to ask when Graff glared at him and swallowed back what he was about to say.

There are a number of provisions in the Imperial Laws concerning the brewing, transportation and sale of liquor, which expressly stipulate that the brewing of high-grade liquor anywhere is strictly enforced. According to the law, the alcohol content of all food alcoholic beverages shall not exceed 9%, and the alcohol content of wine shall not exceed 13%. If it exceeds the contraband, it needs to be destroyed, and the brewing manufacturer will also be punished.

The reason for this law is said to be that all alcoholic beverages are considered to be demonic in the theocratic law, so it is forbidden for clergy and believers to drink them. At first, the empire did not recognize the interpretation of alcohol and beverages in the theocratic law, but it was only after the three princes of the empire drank too much alcohol and died soon after squirting out a black liquid.

Since then, high alcohol has become contraband.

If you want to ask what is the most profitable and fastest business in the world, you can just look at the law books. The official ban on the brewing and sale of high-strength liquor in the empire has made it a best-selling product. In addition, the society that changed after the war was still in a state of depression and malaise, and more people needed something to be able to anesthetize themselves as soon as possible, and high-alcohol alcohol was a good choice.

On the surface, the production and sale of high-grade liquor is prohibited, but in order to satisfy people's money, many places are producing and selling it in the dark, and even use steam locomotives to transport it! Almost all of the goods that travel overnight every day are high-grade liquor, and these liquors will be transported to the whole country by steam locomotives and railways for sale, making huge profits.

There is a phrase that people make up, "The closer you get to the devil, the fuller your pockets", which refers to the profits that come from high alcohol.

Before dawn, Durin was carrying the goods while thinking about the high liquor. From the world of dreams, he learned that alcohol can be distilled to obtain high-purity alcohol, and then mixed with spices and a certain proportion of water to become a high spirit. He didn't know what it was like to drink something called baijiu in his mouth, but he could vaguely guess the taste of those things from other people's faces.

This morning's work, he was a little absent-minded.

When it was time for lunch, he pulled Graff to the railroad outside the dining room, looked around, and asked, "Graff, we are brothers, aren't we?"

Graff patted his chest, "Of course, brother!"

"Very well, man, can you tell me how much the high spirits are worth? I mean a bottle, like the bottles in the boxes we carry in the morning. Duhrin stroked a stroke, and he needed to have a comparison to know if he would make money doing so.

Graff looked a big man, and a little stupid—no smart person would put a little chili flakes in it while rolling a cigarette, but he did.

But he was definitely much smarter than he appeared, and when Durin asked this question, he immediately became alert, "What? You want to buy a bottle? Listen to me, a rookie like you can buy a bottle at most with a month's income." ”

"So expensive?", Du Lin gasped, knowing that he could earn at least five yuan this month, which means that a bottle of wine is equal to his monthly income? Damn, damn it! I'm tired like an old dog every day, and it's only worth the price of a bottle of wine? Damn!

Looking at Durin's somewhat crazy eyes, Graff pulled him hard, "What's wrong with you?"

Du Lin was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he was only a sixteen-year-old boy after all, and even if he dreamed of the life of a big man when he dreamed, he still couldn't hide what was in his heart. He tried hard to tense the muscles on his face, but finally laughed, "I'm fine, don't worry, I've never felt so good as I do now!"

"By the way, can you tell me how much a bottle of low-alcohol wine costs?"

Graff looked around, pulled Durin a little further, and pressed him to crouch in the grass with him, "Damn, I'm sure you know what you can do to make money, are you going to sell it with high wine and water? A bottle of low-alcohol wine is only 60 points, and some of the better ones are only 80 to 90 points. ”

Durin looked at Graff with a strange expression, changing and changing. It took him a moment before he let out a breath and asked, "Can I trust you?"

Graff pulled out a knife of more than ten centimeters from the back of nowhere, and Durin almost ran away in fright, he grabbed the edge of the knife hard in the palm of his hand, grabbed it hard, and then pulled the knife out. Blood poured out of his hands like a pump in an instant, but his face did not change color in the slightest. Then, he grabbed Durin's hand tightly, and then made a hole in his palm, "Are you a Gualte?"

Durin nodded, he was a Gualt, and the Gualts made up almost fifteen percent of the total population in the entire empire, at least according to the official statistics of the empire.

"Then your father must not have told you about our Gualt traditions, when we hold blood in our hands, it is the most solemn moment of our lives!", he said as he shook his severed palm with Durin's severed hand, "This is the ritual of our Gualts, whether it is allegiance or friendship, it will be blessed and supervised by all men and gods!"

"Now, you can trust me. If I betray you one day, I will be punished by the gods, and so will you!"

Durin looked at the two clasped hands and didn't speak for a long time, Graff became anxious and touched him, "What are you still thinking about?"

"I ......", Durin had some grievances on his face, "My hands are numb, will I die?