The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the day lies in the morning.

Early in the morning, Wang Changsheng started his posture and started his morning exercise in the Fuller Academy.

This is Fenggu, not Huashan, there is no wind, only the fragrance of wine, and the single arc and nine swords will not be practiced.

Now is the season of winemaking, not drunken time, Jiang Menshen has been beaten to the door, and there is no need to fight this drunken fist.

It's just that there is an active little rabbit cub who is very arrogant, the fog is very big, the road is very slippery, and he is still bouncing, staring and looking back while jumping, forcing Wang Changsheng to use a trick.

Since it is a trick, there is no ambiguity at all, Wang Changsheng strides into a meteor, and the red unique weapon in his hand dances like a tiger, and he has the posture of catching stars and catching the moon.

What kind of breakfast, the old cold legs were all thrown out of the clouds by Wang Changsheng.

The top priority is when the feather duster in his hand will be able to have a close contact with the sturdy ass of Wang Bingzheng's little rabbit cub.

This work is very important, and Wang Changsheng is very devoted. His wife Li Cuifeng didn't hold it, and the old and the young practiced from the Fuller Academy to the Mingyou Burning Workshop.

Age, you can't accept it. Wang Changsheng followed his eldest son and stumbled around the Mingyou Roasting Workshop several times, but he couldn't resist it, his back hurt and his joints hurt, so he could only pant with a feather duster.

He straightened up, pointed at Wang Bingzheng, who was standing on the sorghum pile, with a feather duster, and shouted angrily: "Little rabbit cub, you come down for me, if I don't open your ass today, my surname will be written upside down." ”

Can you not be angry, this eldest son Wang Bingzheng is eighteen years old, but he only grows flesh and does not have a heart, and he does not listen to his parents at all. If you don't pay attention, you will get into Zhao Baiding's journey of discovery and fish the world everywhere.

Early this morning, he was specially asked to go to the water to ask the uncle to come over and distribute wine, but now, he didn't even see a figure, and he quibbled with himself, saying that he must have brought something. Why the uncle didn't come, only God knows, but he doesn't know.

This kind of little rabbit cub who makes mistakes and doesn't admit his mistakes, and also beats a nail rake, without being beaten hard, the chicken feather master kisses his ass fiercely, and he becomes more and more unbelievably thick.

Wang Bingzheng naturally didn't know his father's thoughts, and he still kept jumping while standing on the high sorghum pile, smiling and grimacing while jumping.

"If the husband can't say it, he won't come down. Dad, write your surname upside down a hundred times, he is still surnamed Wang, it's better to be a little creative, get up and write. ”

Wang Changsheng didn't reply, staring blankly at the jumping figure of his eldest son, his chest fell together, but his heart suddenly moved, and his young figure was like his son's own brother, jumping on him non-stop.

The sixteen-year-old second son Wang Bingce was dressed in black, and the nine-year-old third son Wang Binggui was dressed in white.

Wu Falang, Wen Zhaoxi and others from the wine shop watched from afar, and did not dare to come over, but Zhao Baiyu stood behind him, but he only rubbed his two hands, and stopped talking.

Wang Changsheng saw it in his eyes, with a straight face, and a thousand thoughts in his heart kept pouring up.

He is the descendant of Guanzhong Fengxiang Baofeng Liquor Workshop, which has a history of more than 2,000 years from the origin of Qin wine.

Guanzhong changes the banner of the king, the rise and fall of dynasties, and the ups and downs of the world, which is more knowledgeable. No matter how white the horse is, when he enters the big sauce jar in Guanzhong, he becomes a sauce horse.

In the pre-Qin era, there were 3,000 guests from hundreds of schools, eating and drinking well and playing well in one day, without asking for anything in return, so that there was a legend of self-recommendation and dog thieves.

In the four hundred years of the Han Dynasty, with the construction of an altar to worship the marshal, the three chapters of the law, the rule of inaction, and the light tax and punishment, there was Huo Quai's ambition to eat Hulu meat, and Wei Qing smiled and talked about the mighty Han who was thirsty for the blood of the Huns.

In the three hundred years of the Song Dynasty, there were talents regardless of whether they were rich or poor, heroes did not ask rich and poor, and they were good at following the stream, and thick officials and rich people, so that there was the Soviet-style boldness of "Kansai Han, holding the iron plate, singing the great river to the east", and there was also the willow-style grace of "seventeen or eighteen girls, holding the red tooth board, singing "Yang Liu'an, Xiaofeng Wanyue".

In those years when it was like flowers and jade, the Xifeng wine of Baofeng Distillery tasted very good, sold quickly, and drank very refreshingly.

At that time, the sky was blue, the water was green, the crops were growing in the ground, pork could be eaten with confidence, rats were still afraid of cats, and the government was still reasonable.

The relationship between people is that you respect me a foot, I pay you back, and you smile when you meet.

Suddenly, like a cold wind coming overnight, thousands of trees and thousands of trees Zhu Xi came. With the big hat of the master of science, with a gloomy and stinky face, he threw out the theory of the three outlines and five constants, destroying people's desires, and storing the hot theory of heavenly principles, except for eating, sleeping and farting, everything else must be dedicated to the emperor.

This theory caused public outrage, and it became a rat crossing the street, and everyone shouted and beat it. Master Zhu is not old-hearted, spitting saliva, and as soon as he pulled up his sleeves, he went into battle shirtless.

Master Zhu fought alone and had no helpers, but he talked to thousands of talented water army hackers in the Southern Song Dynasty and poured water every day, but he got wet but did not lose his ground.

Baofeng Distillery just stretched its waist, and didn't even have the heart to watch. This Southern Song Dynasty literati are not authentic, an old man is unhappy in his life, in order to be famous, he speaks more hotly just for Bobo's eyeballs, and his mouth is useless, it is better to warm a cup of Xifeng wine, and cut a plate of pig's head meat.

Another night the north wind came, and thousands of troops rode in. Dayuan people dragged their long beards, wore a robe full of the smell of cattle and sheep, their eyes widened, their noses snorted, yours is mine, mine is still mine.

If you are disobedient, it is a knife, which will not only destroy your desires, but also take your life. Adultery with your mother, you have to be happy to praise. Skinning you alive, you have to be grateful.

In the blink of an eye, the hen turned into a duck, and the Baofeng Wine Workshop became a horse washing ground for the Yuan people. The relationship between people has changed, you respect me a foot, and I will accept you. When they meet, they don't smile and don't smile.

The sky is not windy, the sky does not rain, the sun sets in the sky, the sun sets, the moon rises, and it is night. The Mongolian barbarian ran away, Zhu Hongwu took the seal handle, and his jade belt became the focus of attention of the whole Ming Dynasty.

Tied above the navel, safe and sound, say goodbye to the court, and celebrate the next court.

Tied below the navel, the bloody light and blood rain, the whole goes in, and comes out in pieces.

The Baofeng Wine Workshop in the horse washing field has been recovered, the private has become state-owned, and the shopkeeper has become a buddy, and the buddy has naturally become a homeless person.

couldn't stand the flickering of Jia Zuoxiu of Shanxi Xinghua Wine Workshop, hugged his shoulders and shouted brother, shouting that he had done a good job, and he came to Shanxi in a daze.

Jia Zuoxiu's dimples have become a wine shop, and ten acres of thin land have become thousands of acres of fertile land, but he still has a bitter face one day, saying that there are more and more debts, and the profits of the business are getting thinner and thinner.

There is no way, Jia Zuoxiu said it really pitifully, as if he was going to go bankrupt and run away the next day. I am really embarrassed and don't have the courage to open my mouth for my own interests.

Day after day, I can only eat steamed buns with sauerkraut, sleep in a big pit and cover a thin quilt, and I am almost forty years old, and I don't even have a daughter-in-law to warm my feet.

Jia Zuoxiu was considerate of his own body and bones, and specially sent three assistants to himself, one to manage the workshop, one to manage the accounting, and one to manage the purchase and sales. If you invite someone to have a cup of tea outside, you have to have a tail to follow.

Eighteen years ago, who called himself soft-eared, couldn't stand Wang Cuihua's hot shouting of the third uncle, and came to Fenggujing in Mianzhou dizzily.

As soon as I entered the well, I fished it out of the Shanxi vinegar tank and soaked it in the sweet water well of Fenggu, feeling the wind of the pre-Qin scholars.

The house didn't say anything, the Fuller House next to the Mingyou Burning Workshop, Zhao Baiyu dragged his children and daughters to move back to the dilapidated and desolate Zhao family's courtyard overnight, and the Fuller House was cleaned and renovated so that he could move in with his bag.

The silver didn't say it, the annual silver pattern is one hundred and twenty taels, and the profit is shared. Loss as tuition.

What his wife didn't say, Zhao Baiyu personally acted as a matchmaker, and Li Cuifeng, the eldest daughter of Li Taibai, the shopkeeper of Taibai Liquor Store in Mianzhou City, became her daughter-in-law.

The car didn't say anything, a fat and strong jujube red horse-drawn sleeper car is his own special car.

The hat didn't say anything, as soon as he arrived at the Mingyou Burning Workshop, before he could breathe, Zhao Baiyu took his hand, gathered all the guys in the workshop, and announced that he was the big shopkeeper of the Mingyou Burning Workshop.

In the eighteen years, in addition to the big day of wine, he will inevitably appear on the scene, and he usually doesn't even bother to step into the door of the workshop.

However, the threshold of the Fuller House next to the Mingyou Burning Workshop was almost flattened by Zhao Baiyu's family, and it is common to send flowers in spring, ice in summer, fruits in autumn, and cotton in winter.

Zhao Baiding, Li Haijiang, Wang Bingzheng, and Wang Bingce are more like four mad dogs, known as the Four Heavenly Kings of Fullerhouse, as long as they are not there, they regard Fullerhouse as a back garden, and if they don't brew honey, there will be a miracle.

Thinking of this, Wang Changsheng muttered to himself: "If you treat me with mustard, I will take revenge on you, you will treat me as a passerby, I will repay you by passers-by, you will treat me as a countryman, and I will repay you as a countryman." Bai Yu is so kind, what do I want in this life?"