The shopkeeper in the store was standing at the counter fiddling with the abacus, and when he saw a customer coming to the door, he hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "Guest, what do you want to see?" ”

"Shopkeeper, you have some good wine from Shaoxing!"

"Yes, yes." The shopkeeper pointed to the shelf behind him and introduced them one by one: "There are many types of Shaoxing rice wine, there are champion red, there are fragrant snow wine, as long as you say it, we must have it here." ”

"Okay, take the champion red and give me a taste first, if it's good, I'll buy a dozen jars from you and go back."

The shopkeeper's heart was that he had met a big customer, and he quickly tore open the wine seal of the jar, and suddenly the rich aroma of wine came to his face. However, Wang Wuchun frowned quietly.

When the wine is put into the glass, the color is clear and yellow, and it is full of clarity.

This time, Wang Wuchun just sighed and said, "Shopkeeper, I'm afraid I've checked the heat of your wine." ”

When the shopkeeper saw that someone questioned that his family's rice wine was not good, he naturally disliked it, and immediately said angrily: "What is the guest saying, how can my family's wine be bad!" ”

Wang Wuchun laughed and shook his head gently. "Shaoxing's rice wine, especially this champion red, is not like this. Ah Yuan, let's go, I can't find the wine I want to drink here. ”

Before the shopkeeper could speak, he saw the people turn and go out. He snorted in a low voice, and impatiently sealed the wine jar, so that the wine would not disperse.

After walking around the street for a week, he didn't find the kind he wanted, and Wang Wuchun was not disappointed.

Seeing this, Wang Yuan was busy on the side and relieved: "Master, don't worry. It must be that the capital is not as good as the authentic of our hometown, you wait, wait for the small ones to send a few altars from Shaoxing. ”

"That's all there is to it." Wang Wuchun sighed and said.

The two went out happily, but they were disappointed. Wang Wuchun didn't even eat a few bites of lunch, and Mrs. Wang, who watched it, was very worried. I secretly inquired with the housekeeper, but I didn't expect it to be for this reason, so I couldn't help but shake my head funny.

"My lord, I just like this mouthful." Wang Wuchun is a famous tea merchant, and he likes to taste good tea in his life. Moreover, I like to drink a small glass of hot rice wine during the meal. This is an ordinary habit at home, and when I come here, I will change it, so naturally I will not be happy.

"Not really. The little one has already asked people to go back to Shaoxing to buy wine for the master, and I'm afraid it won't be long before he comes back. ”

"That's very good." Mrs. Wang smiled, waved goodbye to Wang Yuan, and went back to the room.

Wang Yuan, who was standing in place, looked at Mrs. Wang's beautiful and feminine figure, and his eyes were straight. After a while, he shook his head regretfully and left.

At night, there was a sudden sound of wind.

In the room, Wang Wuchun was dreaming, and suddenly felt a ghost crying wolf, and when he opened his eyes suddenly, he saw a ghostly black shadow reflected in the window screen, and he was so frightened that he screamed.

"Ahh

Disturbed by his scream, Mrs. Wang couldn't help but wake up

Come. When he saw the situation outside the window clearly, he couldn't help but smile and shook his head. "The master's courage is too small, it's just the shadow of the laurel tree."

Wang Wuchun's heart palpitated, and then he remembered that there was a golden laurel tree with lush foliage outside the window. was laughed at by his wife, and unconsciously said fiercely: "Hmph! Tomorrow I will have this laurel tree cut down!" ”

"Don't!" Mrs. Wang hurriedly dissuaded him, "It's a pity that this laurel tree has grown so big." The old man might as well find a few servants and transplant this laurel tree to another place. In October, we can still smell the fragrance of osmanthus! The fresh osmanthus picked to make some osmanthus cake is also the best taste. ”

When Wang Wuchun heard that it was a pity to have such a big osmanthus tree, he agreed to Mrs. Wang's proposal. So, after a while, the couple fell asleep again.

Early in the morning of the second day, Wang Wuchun ordered someone to dig up the osmanthus tree, so as not to make the night very scary.

The movements of the little guys are very fast, you shovel and I shovel, and after a while, a big pit is dug next to the osmanthus. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Look, there seems to be something under this tree!" ”

Wang Wuchun frowned and walked out of the house. "Something, worth all the fuss about. Go, take that thing out and show it to me. ”

Immediately, a little servant took out the things in the soil and sent them to Wang Wuchun. But I saw that it was a brown clay pot with a magpie carved with a pattern of climbing plum, which was very graceful.

The clay pot has dark brown sealing clay, and some lotus leaves that have not yet rotted can be seen in the corners.

This looks like a jar of flower carving wine!

This Huadiao wine, also known as champion red or daughter red, has always been a very popular wine in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. In the early years, it was popular to give home-brewed sake to others as gifts. However, because the general utensils are not delicate enough, they asked someone to fire some clay pots and clay pots carved with dragons and phoenixes, flowers and plants, fish and birds, etc., to hold wine, so the rice wine in these utensils is called Huadiao.

Legend has it that this Huadiao wine evolved from the daughter wine of ancient times, but it has a different name because of the different circumstances at the time of citation. In the Jiangnan area, many people will make wine, whenever a family gives birth to a girl, they will choose a few jars of wine on the day of the full moon, ask someone to engrave the words will be auspicious, and then seal the cellar with mud. When the daughter grows up and goes out of the pavilion, take out the cellar aged wine, ask the painter to slide out the patterns such as "dragon and phoenix are auspicious" and "Chang'e running to the moon" with oil paint on the altar body, and match it with auspicious wishes, spend the full moon of the color head, and at the same time treat the guests with this wine, it is called the daughter red. And if he gives birth to a boy, if he is in high school, the child will be named Zhuangyuanhong. And if the daughter of the family dies, the wine is called flower withering, which means that the flower is withered. Later, it was also called a flower carving.

Wang Wuchun probably knew that the family seemed to have given birth to a daughter in the early years, but he didn't know what happened later, and it was not clear why the house was sold. When I bought a house, I just listened to the customer

The family moved out of the capital because of some accidents. Such a large yard has been idle, and ordinary people can't afford it, so it has been until now.

Wang Wuchun saw that this house was taking advantage of it at that time, and now it seems that it is indeed the case. I didn't expect that there is still a jar of daughter red buried under this osmanthus tree, so many years have passed, presumably this taste is rich and mellow!

Thinking of this, the gluttonous worm in his mouth couldn't help but move.

"Come on, go get a clean bowl." As soon as his robe was lifted, he squatted under the eaves.

The sealing mud on the wine tank was gently knocked down with the handle of a small shovel, revealing the thick lotus leaves inside, which is also a tradition of winemaking in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. It must be covered with dried lotus leaves on the wine jar, which can not only ensure that the wine does not disperse, but also add a trace of the sweetness of lotus leaves.

Carefully tear off the layers of lotus leaves that have dried up and changed color, until they reveal a few thin layers of dark green with a faint aroma of wine at the bottom. This layer is the key, but you can't tolerate a little sloppiness, otherwise the lotus leaves fall into the wine jar, and the taste will change.

When these layers of lotus leaves were removed, a rich and crisp aroma of wine poured into the nostrils.

After Wang Wuchun smelled the aroma of this wine, his face changed, and he exclaimed: "Good wine, good wine!" ”

The little guys next to him sniffed the wine, and they didn't feel intoxicated. "Master, this wine is so fragrant!"

"No matter how fragrant it is, it's my lord!" Wang Wuchun glanced at a few people, but he could hold the wine jar tightly, and he was stunned.

This scene is more or less ridiculous, but everyone also knows that their master loves this rice wine the most, if there is no more, even the meal will not be fragrant!

"Naturally, it's the master, where can we grab wine and drink with you, the master!"

Wang Wuchun drank and smiled, and said, "Come on, quickly pour a bowl for me and taste the taste." ”

The aroma is pure, and the maroon liquid is poured into the blue and white porcelain bowl, and it spreads instantly.

"Good wine! What wine! Before he could drink it, Wang Wuchun could think of the wonderful taste. I took it and couldn't wait to take a sip, it was really sweet and delicious, full of mellow aroma, and it was the best in the wine!

Before I knew it, the bowl of wine was all drunk. Wang Wuchun wiped the corners of his mouth, and asked people to seal the wine jar well, and no one was allowed to drink it secretly.

"Yes, yes, the little ones are saved!" The little servant reassured again and again, so that Wang Wuchun stood up with satisfaction and walked towards the house.

"Our master, it's just a good mouthful!"

"Haha, who's to say it's not!"

"Bang!"

"What sound?!"

"Ahh The old man has fallen, go over and take a look! ”

Everyone hurriedly ran towards Wang Wuchun, but soon exclaimed: "Blood, the master is bleeding!" ”

"It's dead, the master is out of gas!"

On the floor, Wang Wuchun's face was still ruddy, but the corners of his mouth were revealed

Traces of blood, black-purple blood soaked his collar and stained the floor beneath him.

Among the six doors, several people had just returned, but they had already been overwhelmed by the Shen family's case.

"My lord, how are you on the road?" Zhao Ning greeted him and asked with a smile.

Shangguan Mingxin turned over and dismounted, and said coldly: "It's not good." ”

"Huh?" Zhao Ning was stunned and looked at Zhao Jie for some reason. "What's wrong with us, my lord?"

However, even Zhao Jie shook his head and said, "It's not good, it's really bad!" ”

Helpless, Zhao Ning could only come to his daughter-in-law's side and whispered: "Qian'er, why do I feel that our adults have gone out, and this face is getting worse and worse." ”

Mu Qian'er is already a mother, and her expression naturally reveals a little tenderness. "Don't worry, maybe it's a case!" My husband has always been inflexible, although it is very cute, but it also makes people a little helpless! "You'll find out when you get back."

"Okay." For the person he respects and admires the most, Zhao Ning has always paid a lot of attention. In these entire six gates, who doesn't worship Shangguan Mingxin as a god!

The pale Qianye was helped off the horse, and the bean paste bag was nestled in someone else's arms, and she didn't have the time to take care of it along the way. For fear of delaying the journey and the case, she held on all the way, and at this moment it finally reached the extreme.

As soon as Shangguan Mingxin walked into the door, he heard an exclamation from behind: "Ah Ye, what's wrong with you?!" ”

(End of chapter)

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