Towering Tiannan Mountain.

Mu Zhengyang carried the medicine basket on his back and walked around the mountain for a long time, found the fruit of cardamom in a wet and cold ravine, found a white clove on the mountain south of the second peak, cut a small piece of green thatch on the edge of the damp stream, and collected more than half of the auxiliary materials for making Dongpo Wensixiang.

However, the key sandalwood was almost cut down in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and most of them are currently imported from India, Thailand, Malaysia and other places.

Mu Zhengyang didn't find Zhan Tan, which was expected, and he didn't have any disappointment in his heart, and he unexpectedly found more than a dozen wild osmanthus trees.

Integrity in the golden autumn season.

More than a dozen wild osmanthus trees are full of small yellow and white flowers, a few colorful birds stop at the treetops and chirp, and the mountain breeze wandering in the forest is also dyed with the rich aroma of osmanthus flowers, which can be smelled from a distance.

Mu Zhengyang remembered Yang Wanli's "Yonggui", "It's not a human species, it comes from the middle of the moon." Guanghan is fragrant a little, blowing all over the mountain. ”

In the wine recipe deduced from the "Beishan Wine Classic" before, the core raw material of 'osmanthus wine' is osmanthus.

"Zhan Tan can be met but not sought, Dongpo smells the fragrance of the fragrance far away, and make a pot of 'osmanthus wine' first!"

Mu Zhengyang did whatever he wanted in the mountains, did whatever he wanted, and went to the tree to collect half a basket of osmanthus flowers.

When he returned to the Nanshan Academy of Wangriya, he began to prepare for the brewing of osmanthus wine.

Mu Zhengyang was inspired by the incense recipe, and when making osmanthus wine, he also added a few spices that could be used in medicine.

The next day.

Osmanthus wine is made, and the fragrance is ten miles.

The villagers of Zhangshu Village under the cliff all smelled the faint fragrance of osmanthus, but it was originally the season of golden osmanthus, and no one carefully investigated it.

"The name 'Osmanthus Wine' is too cheesy, let's replace it with 'Autumn Breeze Comes'!"

The 'Autumn Breeze Come' brewed with osmanthus is sticky and sweet, Mu Zhengyang sat in the courtyard while reading "Qin Exercises", and drank 'Autumn Breeze Coming' with a small cup.

At this time.

There is an old man and a middle-aged monk wearing a yellow monk's robe, is walking on the road from Zhangshu Village to Tiannan Mountain Wangri Cliff, the old man is Zhao Yushi, who came to yesterday, and the middle-aged monk is the presiding officer of the Jinyu Lake Gate Temple in Tieshan, the county seat of Xizhong County.

Yuantong walked on the mountain road like flat land, but in addition to being the host of the Iron Mountain Goldfish Lake Gate Temple, he is also a strong hand in the calligraphy industry of Ze'an City, and even has the reputation of the first calligraphy in Ze'an City.

Zhao Yushi yesterday with his mobile phone took two photos of Mu Zhengyang's "Bamboo Stone" and "Drinking", and after returning home, he posted it in the WeChat group of the Ze'an Calligraphers Association.

"There seems to be a smell of osmanthus wine in the air!", Yuantong sniffed.

"Really, Mr. Mu is a master of winemaking, presumably he is making wine, but we are still at the foot of the mountain, but we can smell the aroma of this wine, and when we go up the mountain, what kind of aroma should it be?"

Zhao Yushi also took a big sip and said with a look of joy on his face.

"Haha, when you go down the mountain, you must beg for a glass of wine!", Yuantong touched his stomach and laughed.

"Let's go!"

There was the smell of wine on the mountain, indicating that Mu Zhengyang was very likely to be at home, and Zhao Yushi's whole body was full of energy.

Nanshan Academy.

Mu Zhengyang drank one by one in the courtyard, and the osmanthus wine 'Autumn Breeze' adhered to Mu Zhengyang's consistent style, which was not distilled and purified only a dozen degrees, and there was no intoxicating feeling in the mouth.

According to legend, Li Bai drank this wine into a hundred poems, so the literati have always come to Chang'an to drink osmanthus thick wine.

Some students want to be poets, and every time they go to the hotel to drink for inspiration, they get drunk after three bowls, and they don't know the way back incoherently.

Mu Zhengyang drank a little too much, a little bit of a feeling of being on the top, and also had an urge to write, so he spread a piece of snow-white rice paper on the long table, and dipped his pen in ink to write a poem of Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine".

"You don't see, 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......"

After finishing writing, he threw the brush out of the academy.

Zhao Yushi and Yuantong had just walked outside the door of Nanshan Academy when an unknown object suddenly flew out of the academy.

Yuantong reacted quickly and reached out to hold the unknown object firmly in his hand, but a few drops of ink on the tip of the pen were thrown onto the bare brain.

"Haha, Master Yuantong, your posture is quite handsome, but our country abolished the practice of scarring in the eighties!", Zhao Yushi quipped.

"It's too fast to see clearly, who knows it's a pen ......," Yuantong said embarrassedly.

Mu Zhengyang heard the sound outside, opened the door of the academy, and saw the old man he had rescued in Tiekou Lane that day, and a monk who held a brush in his hand and had a few ink spots on the top of his head, and he recognized this pen at a glance as the one he had just lost.

"That...... I'm really sorry, but there is almost no one on my mountain all year round, so I didn't expect such a coincidence to happen. ”

When Mu Zhengyang saw the appearance of this monk, he immediately understood what had just happened, and said to Yuantong with apologies.

"It's okay, it's okay, you just practiced calligraphy?", Yuantong asked happily as he gulped in the almost substantial aroma of wine in the air.

"Playing nonsense, did you come to the mountains to find me?"

Mu Zhengyang heard that the old man was the father of the county magistrate of Xizhong County, but he refused their banquet at the beginning, and then the old man came up the mountain with a monk.

"I can see you, I am the one you saved in Tiekou Lane, I wanted to invite you to dinner to thank you in person, but unfortunately my son did not do it, yesterday we went up the mountain together, and I couldn't see Mr. Mu, today I finally see you! This is a few calligraphy and paintings in my collection, give it to Mr. Mu to express my gratitude!"

Zhao Yushi originally planned to give Mu Zhengyang a few of his own proud works, but after seeing Mu Zhengyang's writing yesterday, it was difficult for him to take out his own proud works, so he brought a few famous calligraphy and paintings that he had treasured over the years.