Xiao Yao looked at Sheng Yuqing with a look of annoyance, so he said coldly: "Master, what are you doing?" As long as you go back to Beijing, drink a few more flower wines, fight a few more times, and mess up a few more errands, it will not be a hassle and no trouble. ”

Sheng Yuqing's eyes widened: "He, mother, yes!" He, mother, and he came up with an idea!? Last time, I drank a few glasses of wine with Brother Qi, and you came up with the idea of letting Lao Tzu drink flower wine, drank a cold-faced oiran and threw it in another courtyard, and this time you want Lao Tzu to make another courtyard? Lao Tzu's money is not money? ”

Xiao Yao blinked, and said seriously: "No one in the world knows that the eighth prince of straw bags is the most favored by the queen mother, and half of the treasures in the treasury go into your pocket, isn't it just a house?" ”

"Why do the master and eldest brother think that if you want to redeem a prostitute and get a concubine, you have to buy a house?"

"Yes, the master and Brother Xiao Yao are too strange."

The two men in short shirts who came from behind whispered: "Why don't you put the two concubines in the same house?" Everyone has three wives and four concubines living together, our master has to be special, is this preparing for a house......"

After a few people left, Li Jinghua, Ye Xisheng, and Wu Jinfeng also returned to the wine store.

In front of the door of the wine shop, there are two bright red air lanterns, and the wine flag has a book - cyclamen, swaying lightly in the wind, looking extremely festive.

There was a wine lady about 20 years old and thoughtful, who was selling wine to two guests.

"Have you heard, your shopkeeper's daughter has ruined her appearance."

The wine lady Ye Ling sighed: "Alas, our Jinghua life is a little bitter. ”

When the two drinkers heard this, they laughed out loud: "What's the bitterness, it's better to disfigure than your shopkeeper being molested and teased, and setting fire to yourself, almost burning this shop on fire." ”

Li Jinghua and the three of them were all at their feet - Ye Xixi was in a hurry, and the situation of setting fire to the store was still vivid...... To others, Ye Xixi's arson and self-immolation is just a joke, but to those close to him, it is an extremely sad past.

It hurts to mention.

In the wine shop in my impression, there is always a slender figure busy working, and occasionally that figure will turn around and smile dotingly at Xiao Li Jinghua.

No matter what kind of difficulties he encounters, no matter how tired and bitter he is, Ye Xixi, who gave birth to an illegitimate daughter at the age of sixteen, looks like he is full of expectations for life, and he never shows a trace of tiredness, dissatisfaction and depression to those close to him.

Call...... If Ye Xixi is still alive, he will only be twenty-eight years old.

Li Jinghua covered his chest and frowned slightly: Obviously he just got the body and memory of little Li Jinghua, why did he feel a pain that was about to suffocate when he thought of Ye Xixi?

Seeing the three of them coming back, the two drinkers greeted Ye Xisheng with a smile, while staring at Li Jinghua, who was wrapped in a pig's head.

Li Jinghua naturally didn't care about those inquiring eyes, but Ye Xisheng suddenly said in a deep voice: "Ye Ling, in the future, the wine shop will be taken over by Jinghua, and everything should be discussed with Jinghua." ”

Then, Ye Xisheng ignored the surprise of the wine lady Ye Ling, and took Li Jinghua to the small workshop in the rear. There is a brewery room in the small workshop, and there is a small koji room that specializes in making koji.

The Cyclamen Liquor Shop is the most popular liquor shop in the town, not only because of its good wine, but also because it is the only producer of koji cakes in the town.

Why the only one, you ask? Naturally, it was koji made by others, and it often made sour wine or something. It's just that Master Liu, who comes from cyclamen, basically has no problems making koji.

At this time, Master Liu was steaming glutinous rice in the brewing room. The faint aroma of rice wafts into the nose and is the taste of memory.