"Why are you so vulgar, you think about everything on the little love of men and women, and you have to broaden your horizons. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Feng Dayong is upright.

Zhao Chengping smiled and stopped commenting on this matter.

Sent Feng Dayong away, returned to the house, Nezha was entangled in front of the dim sum box that had been opened, a pair of eyes in the pastries of different colors of shuttle, looking at the rose pine nut shortbread for a while, and wanting to reach out for the raisin muffin for a while.

"It's good if you can't eat it, if you like it, I'll buy it again." Zhao Chengping said with a smile.

Nezha shook his head: "Recently, Hot Wheels told me that my weight has risen too fast, and if it continues like this, it will not be able to carry the weight forward." ”

"You're still a kid, don't worry too much about your weight." Zhao Chengping reached out and picked up a piece of black pastry and threw it into his mouth.

Nezha finally chose a piece of tea cake, chewed it, and said vaguely: "You haven't been thrown by Hot Wheels, I don't know how bad it is." ”

On the couch by the window, the harlequin leaned on the beauty, and she couldn't see her face clearly against the light, and a few strands of long hair were picked out next to her ears, and she knotted it into a twisted shape instead of a hair rope to tie her long black hair high at the back of her head, which was very chic.

I saw her slender jade fingers like freshly sliced spring onions, gently holding a piece of rose blood glutinous cake, with a good demeanor. The green clothes also showed a special pattern in the sun, and the chest was outlined with dark lines in ancient times.

It was her time, and at that time, she was the high priest who was admired by everyone, with supreme power, driving clouds and praying for rain, she drove giant crabs and unicorn dragonfish, and the four seas were her playgrounds.

If it weren't for Di Jun's ten sons, her name might have been recorded on the bronze tripod like a woman, existing between the tortoiseshell bamboo pieces, and not just a "Classic of Mountains and Seas" that was regarded as a fantasy by later generations, and even if it was "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", her name only had a few sentences:

"The corpse of a harlequin was born and burned for ten days. In the north of his husband, he covered his face with his right hand. Ten days on top, and the harlequin on the mountain. ”

"There are two people in the sea, named the Harlequin. Harlequin has big crabs. Some people are dressed in green clothes, covering their faces, and they are called the corpses of the harlequins. ”

Some people say that the harlequin was born to be sunburned, and some say that the harlequin failed to ask for rain and was tied up by the angry people and sacrificed to the sun to die of sunburning.

In short, it's not a good thing, so although Zhao Chengping is very curious, he won't ask her how she died so blindly.

In the matriarchal clan in ancient times, high priests like her were all like the female leaders of the tribe, and Zhao Chengping always wanted to ask her if she was a certain queen, but he never found a chance.

However, from her elegant demeanor, as well as her eyes and micro-expressions, it can be seen that she is definitely a person who has been in the top position for a long time, and is used to giving orders and taking responsibility. Even more decisive than the North Division, there is more of a decisive aura.

There is no doubt that the current harlequin still has extremely powerful mana when she is a human being, but she refuses to use it, and she doesn't want to go back to Heaven or Kunlun, why?

When a woman doesn't want to speak, no one wants to hear the truth from her mouth, only "it's okay", "I'm fine", "I don't have anything to say", so Zhao Chengping didn't want to mess with her, so he had to press down on his doubts and wait for the opportunity to inquire slowly.

Zhao Chengping took out the little bit of dirt and an inexplicable piece of some substance from the fingers of the potter surnamed Zhu, and asked the harlequin if she could tell what it was.

The harlequin only glanced at it casually, and then said, "The sealing mud of the wine jar is the straw in the sealing mud." ”

The sealing mud on the wine jar is made of yellow clay mixed with straw, which will be covered on the wine jar after the wine jar is loaded, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the people who burn the kiln.

When the jar wine is sold, the jar mud has been hardened and formed, whether it is smashed or cut off, it is as hard as a stone, and it will not be so soft and stuck in the fingers.

"He's been to some wine-making place." Zhao Chengping muttered to himself.

He had already inquired that there were only shops selling wine in Taiping Town, where the potter surnamed Zhu lived, and there was no winery, and the shops there were all imported from the Zhao family's Changyu.

If the potter's fingers are stuck in the sealing mud of the wine jar, it will be washed off in time, otherwise, if the yellow mud mixed with straw is mixed with the porcelain clay, I don't know what it is when it is burned.

Since the potter surnamed Zhu is also well-known in Taiping Town, he will naturally have a correct attitude towards his work, and he will definitely not fool around and pull him down.

It takes about two hours to get from Taiping Town to this water town, and it may take four or five hours to walk. Luo Xinyuan said that he sent someone to invite him in the morning, and he wished the potter that he would wait for a batch of porcelain goods to leave the kiln, and then set off after the inspection.

Zhao Chengping closed his eyes and calculated the time, and estimated that when the kiln worker arrived in the water town, it was dusk, but Luo Xinyuan said that he didn't see him, and he was not found by the cleaner Uncle Ye until early in the morning.

If the person was killed by Luo Xinyuan, then why did an arm be thrown in the wicker box of the dead end.

If the person was not killed by Luo Xinyuan, then who would it be?

And the most important point is that no matter who kills it, there must always be a motive.

Luo Xinyuan may be for the Fire God Rune, but what about the others?

Zhao Chengping sighed, if the ability to read people's past memories was still there, how good would it be, as long as he looked at Luo Xinyuan, then everything would be revealed.

"Oops, you've crushed all the oranges." It was Xie Yun's voice, "Why don't you eat it?" Kneaded around. ”

Before Zhao Chengping could answer, Beiluo Shimen said with a smile: "I'm afraid that there is something in my heart, but I don't know what to do." ”

He sat down, looked at the messy paper in front of Zhao Chengping, and said with a smile: "There are some things that may not be able to have results if you think about them hard, and inadvertent accidents may trigger inspiration." ”

"I can't wait for inspiration to come," Zhao Chengping stretched his waist, "If you don't arrange the known conditions and logical order clearly, even if you have inspiration, it will quickly prove that it lacks uniqueness, and then you will waste time to find conditions to prove it." ”

But now that he had a splitting headache and no better breakthrough, he put down the pen in his hand first, rubbed his shoulders and sore cervical vertebrae, and said to Beiluo Shimen: "Let's go, go and see the good wine you brought back from the South China Sea." ”

The crude jar was crawling with parasitic barnacles in the ocean, and it looked strange, but fortunately, in order to prevent the wine from being spilled and returned by buyers, it was very tightly sealed.

Carefully open the sealing mud, a smell of old wine came to the nose, take out some with a wine pick and pour it into the white porcelain bowl, the color of the red leaf cream is not crimson, but almost blackened amber, the wine has a considerable viscosity, gently shake, hanging on the wall evenly, it is really a jade bowl with amber light.

Zhao Chengping remembered that he once read on the Internet that the archaeologists took a sip of the Western wine salvaged from the shipwreck, saying that they were going to cry when it was unpleasant.

Now it smells good, but after drinking it, I don't know what will happen.

Zhao Chengping wanted Beiluo Shimen to help him taste it, but he felt that it was too unkind, but he could hardly touch alcohol, except for beer, he couldn't drink it at all, although Xin Wei's matter had passed for a long time, it still left a deep psychological shadow in his heart.

A bowl of wine was held in Zhao Chengping's hand for a long time, Beiluo Shimen saw that something was wrong with him, and cast him an inquiring look, Zhao Chengping smiled bitterly: "I can't drink." ”

"Hey, say it earlier," the barefoot immortal on the side snatched the wine from Zhao Chengping's hand, "I was attracted by the smell of wine just now, seeing that you held it in your hand for a long time, I thought that you should take a closer look at it and establish a relationship with it, to tell you, people like you who can't drink alcohol can't taste good wine at all, and no matter how good the wine is for you to drink, it will be wasted." ”

"I've been letting this wine sit for a long time, I don't know if there will be any problems with it." Zhao Chengping reminded.

The barefoot fairy laughed: "I'm still afraid that there is something wrong with it?" You're not stingy and reluctant to let me drink it, are you? ”

Thinking about it, after all, it is an immortal, how can it be put down by expired wine, Zhao Chengping couldn't help but laugh at his heart, and made a gesture of please: "Then drink less, after all, it has been put for hundreds of years." ”

Just waiting for his words, the barefoot immortal couldn't wait to drink all the wine in the bowl, wiped his mouth after drinking, the expression on his face was very strange, Zhao Chengping was very nervous: "What, is there anything uncomfortable, do you want to call a doctor?" You, do you have the internal strength to force it out? ”

The barefoot immortal was intoxicated: "It's so comfortable, the entrance is soft and mellow, like a line of heat, from the mouth to the throat to the stomach, in my opinion, the elixir and jade dew on the peach will be nothing more than that." ”

It's been a long time since you've drunk heavenly wine and you're panicking, aren't you? Zhao Chengping smiled secretly in his heart.

Beiluo Shimen also took some tastings and agreed with the barefoot immortal's statement.

Now it has been affirmed by the two immortals, but whether mortals can appreciate this taste still needs to be further tested.

Zhao Cheng divided some wine equally and took it to his own brewery.

This was the first time he went into winemaking.

Before he even entered the door, his nostrils were filled with a terrible smell of rancidity, the smell of fresh sake lees. You can't smell the aroma of the wine you imagined here.

He almost held his breath and went inside, distributing the autumn leaf frost to the seasoned winemaker.

The winemaker first looked at the color of the wine, then took a sip and was shocked: "Where did this wine come from?" ”

"This is what I asked a friend in the provincial city to get, how about this wine?"

One of the winemakers had his eyes half-closed, as if he was still feeling the mellow aroma of the wine on his tongue: "This wine is so good, my daughter who has drunk it for 18 years is less than 1/10,000th of this wine." ”

That's natural, this wine has been in the South China Sea for more than 400 years, more than 20 times more popular than the 18-year-old daughter.

Another winemaker looked at the color of the wine and the hanging glass: "This wine is very old. Isn't it a top jar of wine? ”

Listening to the words "top pot wine", the first winemaker's face changed slightly, and he said to Zhao Chengping: "Shao Dongjia, although the top pot wine is good, but stealing and digging ancient tombs is damaging yin and morality, don't do it." ”

How to say it well, suddenly educated himself in law and morality, Zhao Chengping smiled: "What is top jar wine?" ”

"The top jar wine is the ancient custom in the area of Qianchuan, after the person dies, the burial is not accompanied by gold and silver, and the wine is released, and the days are long, and the wine in the ancient tomb is more and more depressed, which is not comparable to the general cellar."

Zhao Chengping smiled: "I won't do this kind of thing, and I can guarantee that my friend won't do it." ”

Since the young owner has promised so, although the two winemakers are skeptical, they don't say much.

"Can you drink anything in this wine that is different from our Moonflow Cream?" Zhao Chengping asked.

The two winemakers, you look at me, I look at you, and finally the older one said: "I'm ashamed to say that although we have been making wine for many years, we can only drink a few more herbs in this wine, but we can't drink what it is, the age is too old, and the original aroma of the herbs has been integrated with the wine." ”

"It's fine." Zhao Chengping smiled, and suddenly, he remembered one more thing: "Have there been any strangers in our brewery recently?" ”

The winemaker shook his head: "No, only the eldest young master has been here." ”

"Big brother? What did he come to do? Zhao Chengping felt that with his eldest brother's temperament, he should not run to such a place with an abominable smell.

The winemaker said, "Yesterday afternoon, the eldest young master took a jar of wine and went out. ”

Why do you take wine from here, isn't there as much as you need in the warehouse of the Changyu? Suddenly, a thought flashed through Zhao Chengping's mind and asked, "Is the mud sealing of that jar of wine dry?" ”

The winemaker said, "It was just put on the jar, and the mud was just pasted." I told the eldest young master that the wine was not as good as the one in the warehouse, and the eldest young master said that I had a lot of things, and I didn't dare to say more. ”

It sounds like this thing is quite strange, Zhao Chengping nodded: "Then there are two Laos." ”

Returning to the fairy training class again, the harlequin was sitting in front of the window, watching Xie Yun weaving cloth, Zhao Chengping smiled and said: "Harlequin High Priestess, can you help me see, what herbs are in this wine?" ”

The clown chuckled and shook her head: "I knew you had to come to me, where can mortals in this world know these things." ”

Hearing her so sure, Zhao Chengping's heart was relieved, but as a result, her following words made his mood suddenly fall to the bottom: "It's useless to find it, these herbs have long been extinct." ”

Isn't it, even the plants are extinct, and several of them are extinct together?

Looking at the expression on Zhao Chengping's face, the clown also guessed what he was thinking: "There are a few that are absolute, and there are a few that have changed by themselves in order to adapt to the environment, and now they can no longer find the same breed hundreds of years ago." ”

"If you insist on putting together those varieties that have been mutated, I'm afraid that you won't be able to produce such a wine aroma, and maybe you can poison people."

The truth is right, Zhao Chengping had to accept this reality, since it is no longer possible to directly brew the same taste, then ......

"Use this wine as a wine guide." Zhao Chengping had a flash of inspiration. (To be continued.) )