Xia Ze led He Xu, followed the long road, blowing a somewhat cool evening breeze, and walked step by step to the famous wine alley in Qingcheng Town.

Qingcheng Town has a long history of raising silkworms and spinning yarn since ancient times.

The embroidery lady in the town has inherited the craftsmanship for thousands of years, and the silkworm yarn spun has the reputation of 'should be like the bright moon on Tiantai Mountain, the forty-five-foot waterfall spring, and the white fireworks and snow on the ground', so it is quite favored by the fairies on the mountain, and there are often merchants from all over the ethereal continent who come here to buy goods and sell them to other continents, and the price can be doubled several times.

The boy would occasionally pace in front of the silk stall, but when he looked at the young women who were picking and choosing, he tried to step forward several times, but he was bold and eager to wear it.

He Xu looked at the booming stall, then looked at Xia Ze, and asked softly, "Xia Ze, do you want to buy cloth?" ”

Xia Ze smiled a little embarrassedly: "The family is a big business, how can I be embarrassed to be the shopkeeper, I have to study the cloth and silk in this Qingcheng Town, how it sells so well, where is it good, and what is the difference between it and our cloth." ”

He Xu didn't seem to understand, he only knew that Xia Ze was now a rich man.

Xia Ze shook his head: "Wu Xiao said that this is called making money, and there is a great way to learn." ”

The hawker on the vendor had sharp eyes, and shouted through the crowd: "This son, take a look at it, our cloth here, give the daughter-in-law Ke Zhenfu Gang." ”

The women who were originally chattering and laughing together turned their heads when they heard this shout, wanting to see the honor of this person.

With the bright lights on both sides of the street, the facial contours are angular, and Xia Ze has been begging for life under the sun all the year round.

The women looked at the young man with interest, his body was a little thinner, but his bones were good, and the cyan gown with a unique literati temperament added a lot of color to it, but it had a dusty temperament.

A girl of a very similar age, the wind chimes in her heart moved slightly, and she had already begun to whisper about the origin of this son, an outsider? Or the son of a mansion.

Fortunately, their attention was all on Xia's face, and they couldn't see the pair of straw sandals that Xia Ze was stepping on, otherwise they would be annoyed for a long time when the fantasy Xiang Xiaoyu died.

Xia Ze politely walked aside and smiled at He Xu: "Pick one for your sister too, count it as a gift." ”

After selling the cloth and silk, the two walked to a cold corner, quietly stuffed the objects in their hands into the square inch, and then walked out as if nothing happened.

The two of them suddenly realized one thing, if they looked left and right, they were afraid that they would not want to get out of this alley leading to the wine alley all night.

Some dealers selling iron broad beans shouted loudly, and the slogan was popular and evocative: "Iron broad beans, grab a lot, marry a daughter-in-law and don't want a mother!" ”

Some rely entirely on the truth that the aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley, and take a pu fan to the utensils that hold supper snacks, and the fragrance wafts out far away.

The single-cage golden soufflé mentioned earlier is mixed with milk fat in the flour edible material, and the color is golden after the cage is released, and it is crispy and delicious.

Clam soup made with clams is fragrant.

There is also a kind of dim sum that is said to be used to punish the traitors who killed loyal ministers, and the dough is kneaded into shape, put in an oil pan and fried until golden brown, accompanied by hot soy milk or porridge water boiled with grated soybeans.

Only two-thirds of the way was walked, and the arms of the two little hillbillies from Yunxi Town were already full, and they couldn't spare their hands to get the fried pasta.

"No...... I can't buy it anymore, and I won't be able to open my stomach when I eat hot pot later......" Xia Ze was vague.

He Xu's mouth was fuller, so he had to nod in agreement.

Outside the wine alley, you can smell a mixture of various alcoholic aromas from afar, and the alley is full of swaying men.

What's more, when he drank the wine and became sad, he suddenly became poetic, took off his clothes, took off the pen from his belt, and shouted to inscribe on the pillars on the roof of the restaurant.

The Oiran on the balcony hid his face and smiled, and some of them were spicy and perverse, and the flowers and branches that were already laughing fell into the arms of a certain scholar, making the heart of the man who got cheap ripple.

"Ink? What about ink? Get the ink! The man stripped naked, and then shouted in a drunken state.

After a long time when no one answered, the man became a little anxious, staggered drunk, and staggered: "Don't give me ink, do you?" You all look down on me, don't you? I have it myself! Ink comes! ”

After finishing the words, a muddy yellow spring flowed straight down.

The man's smile became more and more open, and the water was rushing in front of everyone's eyes. In the restaurant, thunderous laughter broke out.

Xia Ze and He Xu frowned and took a few steps back, just because the man was standing on the path they had to go.

Finally, a literati with a jade crown on his head came up angrily and slapped him in the face, beating him so that his eyes were full of gold and his mouth and nose were bleeding.

The literati shook his hand, covered his mouth and nose to let the stench gradually fade, he scolded like Sven, and walked away.

"Hahaha! Ink is there! Ink is there! Walk you! The man touched the blood on his mouth and nose, laughed, and dipped a brush on his nose.

"Walk you!"

This pen, the pen goes dragon and snake, in one go.

Xia Ze was amazed, this line of writing really has everyone's style.

The man dipped the blood ink twice, and wrote: "The drunken world is big, and the sun and moon are long in the pot." ”

Some people nodded in approval, and some people shook their heads again and again and said that it was decent.

The man looked at the sighs coming from all directions, and muttered softly: "You don't understand, you don't understand wine, and you don't understand poetry." ”

"Du Sake Lees, you stole this poem, right?" Someone quipped.

The man smiled wryly, raised his head to drink, and then dipped the brush on his nose, wrote two sentences with enthusiasm, and then carried the pot away.

Xia Ze stepped forward, only to see that on the ground, a different font was changed, in a cursive posture, and the pen was scribbled and freehand, as if he was crazy and drunk.

There is no wine in the world, and there are famous buildings in the world.

Xia Ze was amazed again and again, picked up He Xu, jumped lightly, flew high, and skipped the four lines.

"This drunkard is easy to look foreign when he gets drunk, don't you say, this line of cursive writing, the writing is really charming, come on, rub these lines of words on rice paper, and light the lantern as a signboard." The shopkeeper shouted.

It's just that no one noticed that just when Xiao Er had just rubbed the red verses on the ground, in the wine jar of the wine cellar of the restaurant, the jar of wine was opened, turned into an intoxicating mist, formed a water dragon, went straight to the sky, and finally inhaled the gourd on the man's waist from afar.

"If you want to drink, come with me." Xia Ze shouted at the man's back.

The man glanced back at Xia Ze, shook the gourd, and said with a smile: "There is enough wine, don't bother the son, see you soon!" ”

Xia Ze said goodbye and took He Xu into a wine shop, this restaurant has three floors, and asked the clever little guy for a private room with a view of the night view of Qingcheng Town.

The man sat on a gourd the size of three pieces, soaring through the clouds and mist, and had already walked thousands of miles in a flash.

He recalled the young man's mixed and incomparably pure aura, slapped his head, and exclaimed in amazement: "It's bad, it's high, and I didn't notice it when I saw the gift of heaven." ”

"Lost and regained, a false alarm, reunion after a long absence, the three fortunate things in life, with twists and turns, will be commendable when reunited." He grinned, fell drunk on the gourd, and fell asleep.

The wind is crying in my ears, and the gourd has passed over the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The cooker seems to have a special skill, carrying three bowls on each of his left and right arms, starting with some delicate hors d'oeuvres. Then a steaming copper pot was served, and the charcoal fire was burning brightly underneath, reflecting He Xu's little face red, which was a little gratifying.

Next to the copper stove are several plates of hot dishes, green onion and vinegar chicken, the ceiling is green, and there is a plate of five life plates made of sheep, pigs, cows, bears, venison, and vegetables.

"Just the two of us?" He Xu asked.

"How can it be, isn't this a banquet prepared and waiting for the guests to come to the door." Xia Ze's eyes were shining with brilliance and he smiled.

As soon as the words fell, a figure stepped into the air, tapped a few times at the grass shed of the restaurant, turned over and jumped in through the window.

Xu Xiuzhu rubbed his hands, looked at the steaming soup in the copper pot, and sat down beside Xia Ze unceremoniously.

Lu Yixiang, who came later, quietly pulled to his side, picked up the cigarette stick and knocked it on Xu Xiuzhu's head, and the guy sat aside stupidly.

"Why didn't you see Sister Yingluo?" Xia Ze asked.

Xu Xiuzhu sat down with the master and replied, "The daughters of big families always have some rules, and I guess they are catching up with her grandmother." ”

"Xia boy, you guys made a lot of noise before, didn't you make a lot of noise? Along the way, we can see the people of the Yang family holding bonfires, looking for you all over the city. Lu Yi Lane said.

Xia Ze looked out the window and saw Wu Xiao and Ayu, so he promised to start moving, but heard a gust of wind blowing in his ears.

"Lord, the little god Wu Xiao is late, and I hope that the lord will forgive his sins." Wu Xiao saluted respectfully.

On the side, there is also the fox demon Ayu with reluctance written on his face.

Seeing that everyone was due, Xia Ze introduced each other.

"Wu Xiao, you're late, you have to punish yourself three cups." Xia Ze said with a smile.

"That's natural, the lord gives wine, how can there be a reason to drink." Wu Xiao raised his head, poured three glasses of wine in a row, and his face was flushed.

Xia Ze laughed loudly, becoming more and more proud.

Lu Yixiang, who has been walking in the rivers and lakes for many years, saw through the relationship between master and servant at a glance, although Xia Ze Wufu has a good foundation, but this kung fu and scheming to persuade wine are really unfamiliar, and he can't see that Wu Xiao is just pretending, so that he can relax his vigilance.

As the fire grew stronger, Xiao Er walked in with bright red rabbit meat, and then picked out a few bones and threw them into the soup.

Lu Yixiang exclaimed: "The waves are clear and the river is snowy, and the wind shines on the sunset." ”

It is said that the soup pot is boiling like snow, and the rabbit meat is bright red like the sunset.

"Boy, your hot pot is almost meaningless, without spicy, you can't drink the mellow aroma of wine!" As he spoke, he took out a can of chili oil from his baggage, plopped it, threw it into the soup, and soon turned red.