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Chu He stood alone in a magnificent aurora.

"It's another identity choice, the heir of Luban, the heir of Du Kang, are there only these two choices?" Chu He quickly chose the heir of Du Kang.

The surrounding picture was fixed, Chu He stood in a simple straw hut, with a number of wine jars in front of him. At the same time, in Chu He's memory, there is also a lot of winemaking knowledge.

"The basic reward is the brewing of spirit wine, and it also comes with thirty-six spirit wine recipes. It seems that this copy is amazing!" Chu He couldn't help but sigh.

You must know that the A Chinese Ghost Story dungeon is a medium-sized and large dungeon, and the basic reward is only more than ten years of ordinary sword skills or two Dao techniques.

Bang!

There was a loud bang in the sky, and the silver dance was faintly visible, and the mountains and rivers were terrified.

Standing in the wine shed, Chu He could faintly feel the vibration of the mountain under his feet and the surging sound of the waves.

If the modern Yangtze River is a prison dragon subjugated by humans, then the Yangtze River in ancient times is a wanton and indulgent angry dragon, when it is angry, the heavens and the earth will be disturbed into chaos.

Whoa!

Suddenly, the rain poured down.

The rain with a bean point smashed on the body, and it hurt raw.

And in such a violent storm, everything seems to be collapsing.

A big man in ragged clothes, but with a burly figure, stepped on the stagnant water and mud that had spread rapidly, and stood at the curtain of the small wine stall in the Chu River.

"Boss Xin, it's still three bowls of wine, on credit!" Dahan shouted directly, unpolitely.

Chu He used a wine spoon to scoop out three bowls of wine from the vat and put them on the table.

The rain quickly splashed into the bowl.

The big man didn't mind, picked up the wine bowl, gurgling, as if drinking water, and quickly poured three bowls of wine into his stomach.

"Hiccup!" gave a long hiccup.

Chu He stiffened, and the dragon qi that was originally hidden in his body was actually a little disordered.

"Huh..." As soon as the big man raised his head, his eyes stared at Chu He, and his expression suddenly became a little strange.

"Boss Xin, how many bowls of wine have I taken credit from you so far?" asked Dahan as he opened his mouth to Chu He. His gaze was locked with an extremely terrifying qi machine, and under this lock, Chu He felt that his body was a little stiff.

Chu He's heart quickly turned many thoughts.

The stories related to the Yellow Crane Tower are actually different in each version, and adhering to the tradition of folk tales, there are often a lot of omissions, and some of the specific information involved is naturally not as detailed as recorded in novels and models.

At present, this big man, the specific identity of Chu He is unknown, and in some versions of the legend, he is Lu Dongbin. But at this moment, Chu He felt that he should never be the Lu Zu who was rumored to like games.

"So what is he asking for?"

Chu He carefully recalled the memories given by the aura illusion, and wanted to find the answer.

But in my memory, there are only some memories of winemaking, and related knowledge.

"I have made a total of thirty-six kinds of wine, and you have drunk three bowls of each of them, and with the addition of these three bowls today, it should be a total of one hundred and eleven bowls of wine. Chu He was beating a drum in his heart, but his eyes replied calmly.

"Yes, one hundred and eleven bowls of wine, then I will give you one hundred and eleven taels of gold today." In thirty-six days, you must build a tall building here, five stories high, nine feet high, and then I will come to your restaurant again to drink. Hearing this, Dahan nodded, and directly stretched out his hand, and at the feet of Chu He, a few stones of different sizes turned into golden gold.

Chu He gasped.

People in the world often say that cultivating immortals and practicing the Tao turns stones into gold.

But in fact, in essence, the complete transformation of one substance into another requires not only a very thorough understanding of certain rules, but also the ability to change the essence.

Just when Chu He was stunned, the big man had already stepped into the wind and rain and disappeared without a trace.

Soon after, the wind and rain stopped.

The rainbow connects the two mountains of turtles and snakes, like a bridge, across the Yangtze River.

Chu He wrapped one hundred and eleven taels of gold in his coat, and his face was a little sad.

Within 36 days, a five-storey and nine-foot tall building was built. This requirement, if it is placed in modern times, although it is more harsh, it is not impossible to complete.

But in ancient times, where there was a lack of high-end building tools, this was a fool's dream.

"It seems that I have to find a few other people, none of them appeared by my side, they should have chosen the identity of Luban's descendants. Perhaps this identity is also the same as me, a descendant of Du Kang, and has obtained some special inheritance. ”

Lu Ban is known as the god of craftsmen, and as his successor, there may be a way to build a high-rise building in just thirty-six days. ”

Rolling down the bamboo curtain, carding the door panel, Chu He stepped on the muddy mountain road, and walked down the snake mountain one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Compared with the development of later generations, the current Snake Mountain is barren, and there are lush grass and dense forests everywhere.

I don't know why the predecessor Boss Xin had to think about it and sell wine on this barren mountain.

After noon, Chu He finally walked out of the range of Snake Mountain completely, and saw the tall city wall in the distance.

From afar, I heard some vendors at the city gate, jokingly saying in an unrestrained voice: "Look! It's the madman Xin who has returned!"

"How many bowls of wine have you sold today?"

Chu He ignored the ridicule and teasing of these people.

Vulgar people mostly like to look at others as superior. As everyone knows, the world seen in the eyes of others is much higher and broader than theirs.

When Chu He walked into the city, it was like a complete outsider into the quaint but unexpectedly prosperous picture.

Everything comes alive and lively.

The streets are quite neat, with attics on the left and right, pedestrians, travelers, and caravans.

Jiangcheng has been the hub of communication between the north and the south since ancient times, and it is precisely because only the place where the big river flows through can it be convenient to transport the north and the south and bring huge benefits.

Therefore, in Jiangcheng, you can hear all kinds of local slang from south to north.

Some clever ghosts who know a lot of slang are rare talents in this city, and they are usually the guests of big businessmen and are courteous.

Of course, when you can't communicate, you can also communicate through writing and gestures, and sometimes there will be some misunderstandings, and there will be a burst of excitement.

"Divine Craftsman's Workshop!" Chu He stopped in front of an attic.

When I walked into the lobby, I saw Brother Pingtou holding a broom, carefully sweeping the floor that seemed to be spotless, and the standard for treating the word 'clean' was obviously completely different from a guy like Chu He.

"Brother Pingtou, you won't be a Virgo, right?" Chu He himself didn't expect that after reuniting with his friends in this world, the first thing he said turned out to be this.