Du Kang did not bring a bow and arrows with him when he went up the mountain, so he did not chase after him. He was about to go back when he spotted two goats licking something with their tongues in front of the hollow in the tree where the food was kept. Du Kang hurriedly hid behind a big tree to observe, only to see the two goats licking for a while, then staggered, and lay down on the ground after walking a short distance. Du Kang ran over and tied up the two goats. Then he looked at the place where the goat had licked with his tongue just now. If you don't look at it, it can startle Du Kang. A crack had been made in the hole in the tree where the grain had been contained, and the water seeped out, and goats, wild boars, and rabbits licked the water before falling to the ground. Du Kang sniffed it with his nose, and the oozing water was particularly fragrant, and he couldn't help but taste it too. The taste is a little spicy, but it is particularly mellow. The more he tasted, the more he wanted to taste it, and finally took a few sips in a row. It didn't matter what I drank, and all of a sudden, I felt that the world was spinning, and as soon as I took two steps forward, I fell to the ground and fell asleep groggy.

After waking up, Du Kang filled half a jar of this fragrant water oozing from the tree hole. Go find the Yellow Emperor. After listening to the report, the Yellow Emperor carefully tasted the fragrant water brought by Du Kang, and immediately discussed the matter with the ministers. The ministers agreed that this was a kind of vitality in the grain, not poisonous water. The Yellow Emperor did not reproach Du Kang, and ordered him to continue to observe and carefully ponder the truth. He also ordered Cangjie to give a name to this very fragrant water.

Cangjie said casually: "This water tastes fragrant and mellow, and you can drink it." After speaking, he coined the word "wine". The Yellow Emperor and his ministers thought the name was a good one.

This is the story of Du Kang's winemaking, although we don't know whether it's true or not, but let us know that wine can only be made through brewing.

"There are fewer wines in Daqi, a few are exclusive wines of the royal family, and the others are private wines from small workshops, I don't know how much wine there is in your hometown?" There is no man who does not love alcohol, and when drinking, you must understand the culture of alcohol.

"The liquor in our hometown is now mainly divided into two categories: national liquor and foreign liquor, and there are liquor, beer, rice wine, wine, and so on. Drinking alcohol is a matter of personal preference, but there seems to be a consensus that it is divided by region. People in the northeast and northwest like to drink liquor with a higher degree and a strong and spicy taste, while southerners in Jiangsu and Zhejiang prefer rice wine with a lower degree and a long aftertaste. Rice wine is slow, the degree is not high, and it has a sweet taste, so the taste is suitable for Jiangsu and Zhejiang people who eat sweet and sour food. It's easy to drink, it's low, so what's the harm in drinking more?

Rice wine can be warm and hot, ginger slices or lemon slices can be added to it, you can also beat an egg in winter, and you can add ice or ice in summer, and there are more ways to drink it than liquor. However, it seems that the liquor that is active in the market at the moment is still the main liquor, but most of the places where famous liquor is produced are in the south

Looking at the liquor market, the origin is the most expensive in Lianghu River. The liquor in the land of the two lakes is mainly consumed by the general public, with moderate prices and rich varieties; The net worth of liquor in Sichuan Guizhi Real Estate is relatively high.

Sichuan has always had the reputation of "the land of abundance" and "the granary of Shu", from the geographical point of view, a Tuohe River flows through the place, the aroma of wine is wafting all the way: there is Tuopai qujiu in the upper reaches of the Tuohe River, which flows to Yibin and produces Wuliangye, continues to flow eastward, and arrives in Luzhou, brews Luzhou Laojiao, and there is Jiannanchun in Sichuan.

Moutai, the national liquor on the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, is made by fermenting and kneading sorghum and wheat, with complex technological processes, and is the originator of Daqu sauce-flavored liquor in China, known as the "national liquor". In addition to the expensive liquor of the two lakes and rivers, there are other local liquors in China that also have their own merits, such as Jiangxi's four special liquor, Beijing's Erguotou, Northeast Burning Knife, Shanxi's Fenjiu, etc., a place has a local specialty.

Actually, I don't drink much either, and I don't know how to drink, mainly because my father's errand needs alcohol, and as long as he comes home, he will have a drink or two. Lin Qianxun probably thought of that scene, covered his mouth and smiled.

"It's unheard of for a mother to beat a father?" A lot of humanity.

"What's so strange, there are all kinds of strange things in the world, the wine I just talked about, there are many poets in our hometown, and one of them is particularly famous, Li Baidou has a hundred poems about wine, and all of them are fine." Lin Qianxun didn't feel anything uneasy at all, and said with a smile

"Say two sentences and listen to them." Several people coaxed.

"Okay," Lin Qianxun was very generous, and she didn't twist it, she asked for a voice.

"The bright moonlight in front of the window, suspected to be frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown"

Lin Qianxun didn't forget to look at everyone's reactions, and found that their expressions were very weird, some bowed their heads in meditation, some frowned slightly, and even applauded.

"Listen to me again." Lin Qianxun felt that what she said was a little dry, she picked up her water glass, took a sip lightly, and then shook her head under the gaze of several people.

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you.

As soon as the words fell, she felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere around her, and she asked carefully with some discomfort.

"Questions?"

"No problem, a good person must be happy in life, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon." Mo ruthlessly put down the dishes and chopsticks suddenly, put his hands on each other, and then clapped his hands.

"Yes, Li Baihou is known as a poet immortal in the world, but he is a new star in the poetry world." Lin Qianxun said very arrogantly, although they didn't know much about Li Bai's life at that time, it didn't prevent them from worshipping and loving Alas, this is their idol.

"What else will you serve, it is better to take an excerpt and pass it on to the world. Mo Wuru felt that eating was not as attractive as these poems, and he said with a little eagerness.

"Yes, there are a lot, the poet Wang Wei of the border plug, the desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river.

There is also Cen Shen's Bai Xuege who sent the military judge back to Jingbei.

The wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

Scattered into the bead curtain wet curtain, the fox fur is not warm and thin.

The general's horn bow is uncontrollable, and it is difficult to protect the iron clothes.

The sea is dry and icy, and the gloomy clouds are bleak and condensed.

The Chinese army returned with wine and drinks, Huqin pipa and Qiang flute.

The snow is falling in the twilight, and the wind and red flags are not overturned.

Luntai East Gate sent Jun to go, and when he went, the snow was full of Tianshan Road.

The mountain loop turns around, and the snow leaves a place for horses. ”

These are all popular poems left by our ancestors, if you need it, I can copy a copy and leave it to you to teach, as well as songs and paintings, although I am not very proficient, but I know more or less. Lin Qianxun doesn't think there is anything bad about passing on these poems to others, it is precisely because some people praise them, some people like them, these poems and songs and paintings will be passed on forever, although she can't be a powerful person, but she can be a cultural communicator, and spread our Chinese millennium culture to all corners, Ziwang can influence batches of respectable descendants.

Several people admired Lin Qianxun's generosity very much, and then while eating, they also asked a lot, this Chinese New Year's Eve meal was made richly, after the children finished eating, they couldn't sit still and played crazy in the courtyard outside, and laughter was cast through the thin window screen from time to time.

"Do you want to rest?" After all, Lin Qianxun is different from ordinary people, with a big belly, the climate of this Guanshan is also humid and cold, there is a rice bowl in this house, but it is not very warm, Leng Chofeng and others practice martial arts, and they are men, so they naturally can't feel the cold, but when he turned his head to look at the dark and tired Lin Qianxun, the tips of his heart were beating, and sometimes it was like dense thunder.

"Okay, then I'll go to sleep, I won't be with you tonight, remember to set off fireworks in the early hours of the morning." Lin Qianxun was really tired, her waist was swollen, she had been sitting for a long time, her back was throbbing faintly, and she felt more comfortable lying down.

"I'll send you there." Leng Chufeng naturally didn't want her to go alone, besides, after eating, it was better to eliminate food, and Lin Qianxun would not shirk it, it was his husband, and it was natural to send her.

Seeing the husband and wife out of the house, Fu Changqing suddenly sighed heavily, and he didn't know if there was something unspeakable, the sigh in this life seemed to have swallowed a thousand words, so that Mo Wuru on the side couldn't help frowning, he watched Fu Changqing pick up the wine jug and give himself a glass of fruit wine, and in Mo Wu's scorching gaze, he raised his head and dried up.

"What are you?" Mo ruthlessly refilled another glass for him and asked in a deep voice.

"Do you think all the women in this world are like the tenacious bamboo?" Fu Changqing took another sip, his eyes were a little confused, he turned his head slightly, raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Changqing, who was looking at the face of the opposite person, and asked.

"Not all of them are so tenacious, so wise, some women are still like the silk flower, clinging to other plants to grow, if the plant that depends on it dies, she will also be gone, and some women are like the bamboo in the wilderness of Guanshan, straight and tenacious, give a little rain and sunlight to live, do not give bamboo roots can be deep in the ground, absorb water, such a woman is hard to find, you don't sleep Miss Lin wants to be a pillar." Mo ruthlessly took the wine jug and poured a glass for himself, turned his head to look at the children playing outside the house, the children were carefree, smiling like flowers, plus the food was good, Yuan was fat and white and tender, looking like a young doll, cute and delicate, people couldn't help but be soft-hearted.