In ancient times, the small jar wine was generally put on the pottery lid and zongzi leaves, and then pasted with yellow mud to seal. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info For large jars, you can replace porcelain plates without a pottery cover, but it is best to replace yellow mud with beeswax, because the volatility of liquor is relatively high, and the sealing effect of beeswax is better than that of yellow mud.

It is not possible to use wax paper, and it will melt away due to the water vapor in the wine for a long time, which will affect the tightness. It is best to use a pottery lid, a plate, and then a dumpling leaf.

All in all, as long as the following points are met, it is feasible to use any seal: 1. Absolute sealing, 2. The sealed thing does not react with alcohol, 3. The sealed thing will not contaminate the liquor, and 4. There is no peculiar smell. The rest is to adapt to local conditions and use local materials.

In ancient times, people liked to bury good wine in the ground. Because the underground can avoid sunlight, temperature, humidity and other factors are relatively stable, so buried underground can preserve good wine for more than ten years, decades, or even hundreds of years.

In fact, in Ximenqing's view, the wine does not necessarily have to be buried in the soil. First, it is not easy to operate when buried, and after a long time, it is not ridiculous to forget the buried good wine? Therefore, as long as the place where the wine jar is stored is ventilated and dry, and the temperature should not be too high.

Let's look at the people in the hall, dressed in black, and they are facing away from Ximenqing at this time.

When Ximen Qing saw this person's back, he frowned slightly, and couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

The person who came was not Sima Bai......

When the man in black heard the movement, he turned around, and it was a strange man with a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Ximen Qing saw that his face was resolute and cold, and his hands were calloused, obviously a person who had been practicing martial arts for a long time.

The man in black also looked Ximen Qing up and down before holding his fists and saying: "In Xia Lu Di, I am specially ordered by Sima Du to send Mid-Autumn Festival gifts to Ximen Dutou." ”

Yes, this person is Lu Di, one of the two people who participated in the night attack on the Western Xia Expedition to the Eastern General Helian Enke in the Fuhui Temple in Huangqiao Town.

His position is two levels higher than Ximenqing, but he treats Ximenqing with courtesy, firstly, because of the task given to him by Sima Bai, the duty of a soldier is to obey orders, so he wants to give the gift to Ximenqing 'politely';

In the era when heroes are judged by force, those who are skilled in martial arts will be respected by others.

After hearing this, Ximen Qing felt better: Even if you have a little conscience, you haven't forgotten me during the holidays. (It's Sima Bai, the name is white, and the person looks white~)

"I'm sorry general, you have to work hard to carry so many things to the cold house after the holidays. Ximen Qing said with a smile, "Please take a seat." ”

"It's not hard, it's not hard. Lu Di hurriedly replied modestly. Jokes, the tasks assigned by the boss, does he dare to say that it is hard?

At this time, Mingyin also made tea and brought it to the two of them. Lu Di and Ximen Qing exchanged a few more words, and after drinking tea, he got up and said goodbye, he had to go back to his life, he couldn't stay here for too long.

The guests want to leave, and Ximenqing must of course send them outside the house in person.

Walking to the gate of the mansion, Lu Di suddenly thought of something, clapped his hands, and said apologetically to Ximen: "Oh! You see that I only care about drinking tea and chatting, and I almost forgot about business!"

"Oh, Brother Lu has something to say. After talking, Ximen Qing also knew that the black-clothed man was named Lu Di.

"It's not for Simon Brothers to do anything. When he came to the house, Sima Du commanded the envoy to tell his brother a word. ”

"What?"

"Sima Du commanded the envoy to say that after the moon worship in the evening, he would visit Your Excellency at the third quarter of the first month of the Lunar New Year. I also have to bother Brother Simon to prepare well. ”

The amount of information in Lu Di's sentence is quite large. The Mid-Autumn Festival is an indispensable sacrificial activity for all dynasties and emperors.

According to historical records, as early as the Zhou Dynasty, the ancient emperors had the custom of sacrificing the day of the spring equinox, the summer solstice, the autumn equinox, and the winter solstice. The places of worship are called the Temple of the Sun, the Temple of Earth, the Temple of the Moon, and the Temple of Heaven. It is located in four directions: southeast, northwest and northwest. The Temple of the Moon in Beijing is the place where the Ming and Qing emperors worshipped the moon.

It is recorded in the Book of Rites: "The Son of Heaven is the sun in spring, and the moon is in autumn." The morning of the sun, the evening of the setting moon. "The night of the setting moon here refers to the night sacrifice to the moon. This custom was not only practiced by the court and the upper nobility, but also gradually affected the people with the development of society.

There is also the specific time represented by the 'three quarters of the first day of the sea'. Hai Shi (21 o'clock to 23 o'clock Beijing time), Rending, also known as Dingdusk, etc. By this time it was already dark, and people stopped their activities and went to sleep. Therefore, people are determined to be quiet.

For example, in old novels, there is a saying that "three o'clock in the afternoon" begins. The phrase "three o'clock in the afternoon" is actually inaccurate. In the past, there was no such thing as "three quarters in the afternoon", which was either the third quarter of the first month, that is, 11:45 o'clock, or the third quarter of the noon, which was 12:45 o'clock.

So the phrase "three o'clock in the afternoon" doesn't actually exist. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the knife is asked, which actually refers to the three o'clock in the first three o'clock at noon.

Then the 'three quarters of the first day of the sea' in Lu Di's mouth here is about 21:45 in the evening.

"Okay, I got it. Thank you Brother Lu for passing the word, please go slowly!" Ximenqing said politely, but he didn't think so in his heart.

Let me prepare to receive you? Send you two words: dream!

"Okay, then we'll see you in the evening!" Lu Di clenched his fists and said goodbye, beckoning several of his subordinates waiting outside the gate of Shangfu to leave. sent so many gifts to Ximenqing, of course he couldn't take it by himself.

Ximen Qingleng paused for a moment, and thought: See you at night, See you at night! Is Lu Di coming over at night? What kind of medicine is being sold in this 'little white face' gourd?

After thinking hard to no avail, Ximenqing shook his head and closed the door of the mansion and turned back. Coming to the front hall again, Ximen Qing stared at the five jars of wine on the table with a pair of eyes, and hesitated in his heart.

Ximenqing struggled for a long time before sighing: "It's better to endure it for half a day, and drink it again at night~"

"Childe, are you hooked up again with the wine worm in your stomach?" Mingyin came to the front hall to clean up the tea set, and when she heard Ximenqing's self-talk, she laughed and teased.

"Talky!" Ximenqing glanced at her angrily, "Is it true that this son has been too indulgent to you recently, and now you even dare to ridicule the master?"

"Don't dare! Don't dare!" Mingyin hurriedly clasped her hands to her chest, making a frightened look.

This made Ximenqing even more angry. Because there was not the slightest fear in her expression, but the two shallow dimples were exposed, obviously laughing!

Who am I? I'm the famous Ximenqing! If it weren't for your young age, I would have taken you XXOO a long time ago~

Although Ximenqing thinks that he is not a saint, he is not a shameless villain. So as soon as this idea was generated, he threw it out of his mind.

Seeing Ximenqing's embarrassed face, Mingyin put away her joke and said, "Childe, there is still a beautiful woman drunk in the house, why don't I bring it to you?"

If Mingyin could see what people were thinking in their hearts and knew Ximen Qing's dirty thoughts just now, let alone bring him wine, it is estimated that he would directly reward him with a slap.

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Ximenqing clapped his hands, "You can stir-fry a few side dishes with wine at noon, it will be even more perfect......"