Jingwangfu.

The girl has a graceful figure, a graceful posture, and looks forward to life.

Dressed in a plain dress, but without losing luxury.

Coupled with a face that captivates the country and the city, it can be said that such a woman is destined to be extraordinary from birth.

It's just that on this delicate little face, his brows are slightly furrowed at the moment, full of anger.

muttered in his mouth: "Stinky brother, bad brother!" ”

This is the ninth time that her family has been captured by King Jing!

Even if he is angry again, he is helpless.

The girl lay in front of the window, pillowed on her arm, her eyes looked at the ripples outside the window, and she lost her mind for a while.

She was born rich and noble, but she also lost her freedom.

In other words, ancient women have never been able to show their heads.

From birth to death, there are only so many roads traveled, people you have seen, and scenery you have seen.

But she is a person who does not admit defeat, she wants to go home, go to see the ripples and autumn water, see the lakes and mountains, and see the lonely smoke of the desert.

It's a pity that the girl's delicate arms can't stifle the iron fist of the world.

She can only be raised in the depths of the boudoir.

Just as the girl sighed, a pale bird fluttered its wings and landed in front of the window.

"Xiaoqing, you're back!"

The girl recognized the birds, and her words were full of joy.

She thought for a moment, took out her pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and began to write.

"It's autumn, and I don't know how the situation is on both sides of the Huai River?"

"It's going to be the Huainan Poetry Club soon, and I don't know what kind of poems those literati can make?"

"What kind of woman is stunning?"

After writing, Qianqian curled the rice paper in her hand and placed it in the bucket on the bird's leg.

"Go ahead, Xiaoqing."

The bird seemed to be human, and when he heard this, he really flapped his wings and flew out of the window.

The girl's gaze also followed the birds, drifting away into the distance.

She's always been like this, longing for the world outside the window.

When the interest came, he wrote some sentences and asked Xiaoqing to send them out of the window.

It's a pity that I never got a reply.

In this huge world, farmers have to do business, merchants have to do business, and soldiers have to get on horses.

No one understands that she is full of sorrow, expectation, and enthusiasm.

So, no one wrote back to her.

Sometimes, she feels like Xiaoqing.

It's all caged birds!

This huge Jingwang Mansion is her cage.

It's a pity that Xiaoqing can still flap her wings and fly into the sky, but she can't.

......

It's autumn, and the weather is starting to get cooler.

Gu Beichuan, who was dressed in splendid clothes, was splashing ink in front of the window.

He had been a calligraphy enthusiast before he crossed over, and his main practice was regular script and cursive script.

At first, I just copied the post, and then the level gradually went up, and I had my own style.

It is generally cursive and uninhibited. Inside, there are regular script muscles and bones, strong pen power, open and vigorous.

The combination of the two has quite a lot of flavor.

No matter how fast the owner of the glass shop moves, he can't make a distillation bottle in one day, so he has to splash ink to pass the time during this time.

However, just as he was about to put pen to paper, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a verdant bird perched on a treetop branch outside the window.

"It's... What kind of species is this bird, I have never seen it, but it is a novelty. ”

What surprised Gu Beichuan even more was that he found that there was a small bamboo tube on the bird's right foot, which seemed to contain something.

Gu Beichuan was interested, stretched out his pen, and wanted to lure the bird over.

Who knew that the bird seemed to be human, and it really waved its wings and landed on the pen from the branches of the treetops.

Gu Beichuan took off the bamboo tube on its feet, and found that it was a curly piece of fine rice paper.

Unfold the rice paper, which is Juanxiu's fly-headed small letter.

"It's autumn, and I don't know how the situation is on both sides of the Huai River?"

"It's going to be the Huainan Poetry Club soon, and I don't know what kind of poems those literati can make?"

"What kind of woman is stunning?"

Seeing words and knowing people, the master of this ink should be a lady.

With nothing to do, Gu Beichuan simply put pen to paper on rice paper.

"Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiaoxiao, endless Huai River rolling!"

"There are three million people in the world, and I need to lower my eyebrows when I meet me!"

"If a woman bows her head and doesn't see her toes, she is the best in the world!"

A total of three sentences, written in wild cursive, appear wild and uninhibited, corresponding to the three questions of the master of pen and ink.

After writing it, Gu Beichuan nodded, feeling very satisfied.

So he rolled up the rice paper again, stuffed it into a bamboo tube, tied the bird's legs, and said, "Send it back to your master." ”

The bird fluttered its wings and flew into the distance.

"It's... Could it be that he really succeeded? ”

"This is before the founding of the country, but it can be refined." Gu Beichuan was stunned for a while.

......

Three days later, the glass shop sent someone to deliver the news that the first distillation bottle had been delivered to the liquor store.

Gu Beichuan didn't dare to slack off, and took Fu Bo to Liuji Wine Shop.

In the shop, many men and workers looked at the glass distillation bottles, and they exchanged heads and talked constantly.

"What's new?"

"I don't know, it's said that the owner made it and used it to make wine."

"Winemaking? This thing is good-looking, how can it be used to make wine? ”

Listening to these discussions, Fu Bo's face sank, and he reprimanded angrily: "The young master is coming, what kind of system will you become when you are so noisy?" ”

The crowd was silenced!

After a while, Gu Beichuan brought three jars of wine, and it was late.

These three jars of wine are the main products of Liu Kee, and the degree increases in turn, serving the high, medium and low grade people.

I have to say that Zhang Chao is still very talented in business and knows how to distinguish the market.

It's a pity that the sum of the three wines can't be worth a spring dawn.

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and Liu Ji is down, and it is purely her own product.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'll demonstrate it first, you learn while watching, if you don't understand something, keep it in your heart, and remember to ask after the demonstration."

Immediately after, Gu Beichuan began the distillation operation.

In fact, this operation is too simple, junior high school or high school knowledge, he forgot.

What's more, the equipment is also specially built, which is even more easy.

But this operation blinded the master of winemaking.

This... What is this operation?

In their view, winemaking is undoubtedly a complex process.

It requires grain and koji, which is slowly fermented and extremely fine.

There is nothing like the owner.

Take the ready-made wine, pour it into this glass container, and you can come out with good wine?

Nonsense, pure nonsense!

At that moment, several long-term workers glanced at each other and had already figured out how to leave.

They are all experienced brewers, and even if they leave Liu Kee, they will not have to worry about survival.

It's just that this monthly amount of money is probably going to be less.

After all, not everyone is as generous as Liu Ji.

It's a pity that Liu Ji's owner can't do it. is completely a hairy boy, he doesn't understand anything, and he made a bet with Zhang Ji.

After January, it is bound to close its doors.

It's better to find another way out earlier.

However, just as the thoughts of several masters were wandering, a rich aroma of wine wafted out of the container.