"I have bought all the best wine in the countryside, at most it is only more than 20 yuan a catty, and your 150 ml will be sold for 1,000 yuan, are you a fool to be a customer? I think you can support it for a few days, waiting for the closing!"

Liu Wenhai stared at Mu Zhengyang's eyes, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

Mu Zhengyang's expression was the same as usual, and he said very politely: "I'm sorry, my wine is at this price, you have the right to choose whether to buy it or not!"

"Are you still doing business like this? can sell a bottle, my Liu Wenhai is your surname!"

Liu Wenhai was like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail, and angrily brushed his sleeves away.

Mu Zhengyang shook his head helplessly, remembering a passage in "Ma Said", "There is Bole in the world, and then there are thousands of miles." Maxima often has, but Bole does not often have. Therefore, although there is a famous horse, it is only humiliated by the hands of slaves, and it is not called a thousand miles. Those who are thousands of miles away from horses will eat or eat a stone ......".

The honey wine from the "Beishan Wine Sutra", just like the Maxima who can travel thousands of miles a day, should be treated by Maxima, in terms of the magical effect of the honey wine, the price of 1,000 yuan is really not expensive, but the people who enter the store to ask, most of them are simply people who love to drink or have a large demand, so that they can accept a thousand yuan 150 ml of secret wine is indeed a bit delusional, and it does not give full play to the value of secret wine.

If drinking is like building a wall, for the vast majority of people, all they need is a brick, not a pearl of the night.

Mu Zhengyang is waiting, give Mijiu a Bole, so that Mijiu can give full play to its value!

Afternoon.

A few people came into the store one after another to inquire, but when they heard the price of honey wine, they were shocked, and some people felt that it was too worthless after tasting it, and then they counted Mu Zhengyang's wine and Mu Zhengyang's people, and then turned around and left.

The rural passenger bus from Huizhangshu Village in Xizhong County departs from Beimen Station at three o'clock, and Mu Zhengyang must go to take the bus before this, otherwise he can only spend the night in the county.

Two 15 p.m.

Mu Zhengyang planned to close the door and leave, but before that, he first went to the Xinxin flower shop next door to buy a few pots of spider plants to purify the air in the store, after all, the newly renovated store still has some taste.

For thirty yuan, Luo Xinxin gave Mu Zhengyang six pots of spider plants.

There are still many free spaces on the shelves in Mu Zhengyang's store, which are just used to place spider plants.

There are three layers on the left and right sides of the shelves, and there is a pot of green spider plants on each side.

After Mu Zhengyang half-opened the door of the store, he brought some nectar from the jade net bottle to each pot of spider plant, and then locked the door.

"Closed so early?"

Luo Xinxin was tidying up the potted plants outside, and asked with a smile after hearing the sound of the door closing.

"Yes, my family is in the countryside, and I have to hurry back!", Mu Zhengyang responded.

"Didn't you rent a house in the county, it's quite cheap, and there will be more people in Liu'anba at night!", Luo Xinxin reminded euphemistically.

"Forget it, it's better to live in the countryside!"

"Hehe, you really don't look like a businessman!"

"Haha, let it be, I still have to catch a car, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!"

Three o'clock.

Mu Zhengyang got on the rural passenger bus back to Zhangshu Village, and there were still those old acquaintances on the bus.

"Yangyang, are you done?"

"yes!"

They didn't have much to talk about with Mu Zhengyang, and after greeting, no one cared about Mu Zhengyang.

At the entrance of Zhangshu Village, Mu Zhengyang happened to meet his father Mu Qingshan and his mother Liu Lihua coming back from the field with farm tools, although his father Mu Qingshan did not see Mu Zhengyang, Mu Zhengyang still shouted: "Dad, Mom!"

Mu Qingshan was still angry, and he didn't pay attention to Mu Zhengyang, and walked forward without stopping.

Liu Lihua frowned and shouted at Mu Qingshan: "What are you trying to do with the child all the time?

In the past, only Liu Lihua was looking forward to Mu Qingshan, who was looking forward to all kinds of things, and rarely disobeyed Liu Lihua's intentions.

Liu Lihua knows her husband very well, looking at her easy-going personality, she also has her own stubbornness in her heart, even she has no choice, sighed and said to Mu Zhengyang: "Yangyang, in fact, your father still loves you very much! His expectations in this life are pinned on you, and you are his glory! But this expectation is about to come true, but it falls directly from the air and is shattered, wait a minute, the anger is gone, it's fine!"

"Yes, I won't blame him! One day my father will find out that I am still his glory, even far beyond his imagination!"

There is a way that father's love is like a mountain, thick and speechless, Mu Zhengyang believes that even now, his father Mu Qingshan is angry and angry, but his love for him has changed, and he is stable and authentic.

"Stop bragging!

Liu Lihua didn't dwell too much on this issue, remembering that Mu Zhengyang said that he would sell wine on the street today, and asked.

"Hmm!", Mu Zhengyang nodded.

"Have you sold it?"

"Nope!"

"I knew I couldn't sell it! Your wine wasn't even distilled, so it definitely didn't taste good! But you didn't sell it, so why didn't you bring it back? Did you just lose it?"

Liu Lihua's face was full of naturalness, there was no surprise at all, and seeing Mu Zhengyang empty-handed, she asked suspiciously.

"No, it's at a friend's house!"

Mu Zhengyang still owes Wu Dabao 50,000 yuan, and plans to wait until he earns the money, and then confess to his mother Liu Lihua, otherwise it will be easy to scare her.

"You can't sell that wine anyway, so you just give it to your friend's house! Actually, it's nothing to lose to me! I just don't want to see you, you waste your life on the mountain at a young age, you like to make wine, you don't want to start a weight loss class, and your mother won't force you! But you don't make wine, you know? I'll go up the mountain tomorrow and teach you how to make wine myself!"

Although Liu Lihua is a character who falls in the eyes of money, she is not as stubborn as Mu Qingshan.

"Mom, no, I'll go back tomorrow, I haven't completed our bet in five days, I'll do as you say!"

"You kid, you have to fight with me, you don't have any worries!"

After separating from Liu Lihua, Mu Zhengyang went up to Wangri Cliff again, read the "Three Character Sutra" in Nanshan Academy, and continued to deduce the routine behind the "Three Character Body Sutra".

The later routines take more time than before, and after a long time in the same book, it is a little mentally fatigued.

At midnight, the moon hangs high.

After Mu Zhengyang read the "Three Character Classic" for several hours, he changed it to "Hundred Family Names".

From the "Three Character Sutra", what can be deduced from the "Three Character Cultivation Sutra", which "Hundred Family Names" can be deduced?

"Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou Wu, Zheng Wang, Feng Chen, Chuwei, Jiang Shen, Han Yang, Zhu Qin, You Xu, He Lu Shizhang, Kong Cao Yanhua, Jin Wei, Tao Jiang, Qi Xie, Zou Yu, Bai Shui, Dou Zhang, ......"

Each of the 100 surnames has an origin story, and it is not just a function of teaching people to read and write.

Mu Zhengyang read and read, a state of enlightenment appeared in his mind, and in the blank dark blue book, a few vague words "Hundred Wrong Fists" gradually appeared, and there were several looming character movements on the paper, as well as annotations of the movements.

"It seems that the previous actions are still very simple to deduce, and if you read it for a while tomorrow morning, you will probably be able to deduce the first set of movements of "Hundred Wrong Fists", it seems that this time it may be a set of boxing techniques!"

"However, the dark blue books seem to be limited by my own cultivation, with my current cultivation, I can only deduce the enlightenment reading materials such as "Three Character Classics" and "Hundred Family Names"! Since ancient times, Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism have the mainstream of China, Taoism has the legend of rising by day, and Buddhism also has the revelation of putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha, and there are still a large number of Taoist sects. Buddhist monasteries, and the four major academies of Confucianism, were wiped out in the war, and later built, only for future generations to visit and travel, the real inheritance has long been cut off, according to this trend, after I cultivate to a high level, is it possible to deduce the method of cultivating Confucianism from the Confucian classics, and establish a sect to become a generation of Confucian masters?"

Night, very deep,

The vast stars seemed ethereal, and Mu Zhengyang's thoughts were like the ethereal stars, thinking wildly in the universe of thinking.