After Song finished speaking, he stood up.

"Yizi, think about it carefully.

If you agree, give the wine a good name first. When the wine jar of Xiangfuju is delivered, you will send a few jars to your father first. Although Changping County is unstable now, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, which will make your father famous for you."

Yang Shouwen understands it!

Song's family is going to take the upper level and a high-end strategy.

But the name of this wine...

Yang Shouwen frowned, feeling a little distressed. He sat on the porch and looked at the young lady who was laughing and laughing in the sun. A flash of inspiration flashed by, and he suddenly smiled.

"Young mom, come."

"Brother Sitzi, what's the matter?"

Yang Shouwen looked at Youniang a few times, then suddenly reached out and placed his hand on Youniang's face, rubbing it and rubbing it.

"Brother Sitzi, hate it!" said the young lady coquettishly.

Yang Shouwen smiled and said, "Hua Xiangrong is called Qingping Die... Youniang remember that if you see Qingping Die one day in the market, it will be a gift from Brother Yizi to Youniang. This is the secret between Brother Yizi and Younian, do you know?"

The young lady widened her eyes, but her face was full of doubts.

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During lunch, I only drank a little bit of a jar of wine, and Song couldn't stand it anymore.

This wine is not what she usually drinks. After distillation, it has a very strong aftertaste. Song drank two bowls and went back to the house to sleep. Yang Shouwen drank two sips of the wine, and the rest was swallowed by Yang Moli.

This jar of wine is about twenty kilograms.

After distillation, the alcohol purity was about twenty degrees, less than thirty degrees. Compared with the wine of this era, this degree was already very amazing. But Yang Moli seemed to have no feeling at all. After drinking a jar alone, she had no alcohol at all. She also helped Yang clean the courtyard, and another person ran to the door to play, with a calm expression.

This is a terrible barrel!

Yang Shouwen was also very surprised, but he didn't think too much about it.

In the afternoon, Yang Shouwen took a nap in the room for a while, while Yang Rui arrived outside the door with a hundred white porcelain wine jars.

The porcelain of this era is not really exquisite.

It can only be said that after years of precipitation, the porcelain of the Tang Dynasty was considered generous and glorious. The white porcelain bought by Yang Rui could be called a fine product in this era. But for Yang Shouwen, it was not enough to shock him.

In his previous life, he once saw a porcelain from the Xuanzong era, which was indeed full of grandeur.

However, at that time, it was the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. All countries came to worship and surrendered to the world. Therefore, some handicrafts would unconsciously incorporate the grace of the heavenly atmosphere. Now Wu Zhao is in charge, although the country is peaceful and the people are safe. However, due to the failure of foreign wars, the porcelain of this period has a little feminine feeling.

This may be a disadvantage for the heroine in the world?

Yang Shouwen didn't care about these things.

He doesn't care whether the heroine is the world, he only cares whether he and the people around him can live a better life.

"Brother, I have bought all the white porcelains in Xiangfuju. I guess they won't be available for a while. Are these enough? If not enough, I have to book with Xiangfuju in advance. It will take some time for them to purchase goods from Central Plains."

"Yeah, it's enough for the time being!"

Yang Shouwen looked at the rows of white porcelain and felt a little headache.

If these wines are filled, they may be a huge project.

He suddenly felt that he had caused him annoyance... He was hesitating whether to hand over Hua Xiangrong to the Song family to run. Now it seems that handing over Hua Xiangrong to the Song family might be the best choice.

Huh... When she thought of the scene of her head burying in the woodshed all day, Yang Shouwen couldn't help but chill.

That night, Song's hangover was not awake, and Yang Rui and Qingnu were also asleep.

After checking the safety of the home, Yang Shouwen returned to his room.

As soon as he sat down, the door was knocked gently.

Immediately afterwards, he opened a crack in the door, and a small head came in from outside, and said aggrievedly: "Brother Sitzi, you haven't told the young lady a story about a monkey for a long time."

A gentle smile suddenly appeared on Yang Shouwen's face and waved to the young lady.

The young lady laughed and came in like a little monkey. Immediately behind her, four puppies ran in.

"Isn't the young mother sleepy?"

"Not sleepy!"

The young lady lay beside Yang Shouwen, with a smile in her eyes, like a pair of crescent moon buds.

Yang Shouwen rubbed her little face and whispered: "If you are not sleepy, Young Mother will sit here to accompany Brother Yizi. After Brother Yizi is finished, I will tell you about a monkey story to Young Mother, okay?"

"Yeah!" Youniang nodded vigorously and said seriously: "Youniang is very well-behaved. Brother Yizi is busy, and youniang is with Brother Yizi."

"good!"

Yang Shouwen smiled, rubbed the young lady's little face again, and then spread the paper.

"Brother Sitzi, young mother can grind ink."

"oh?"

"When Ah Weng was there, my young mother often grinds ink for Ah Weng."

Yang Shouwen forgot that Yang Dafang seemed to have a good knowledge. Including Yang Chenglie, they all seemed to be able to read and write, and they were somewhat literary. It is normal that Yang Shouwen's biological mother was a child of the Zheng family in Xingyang. If Yang Chenglie had no idea about Ding, he would not have been able to marry Yang Shouwen's mother.

"So, young lady can read?"

"Um!"

While grinding ink, the young lady replied proudly: "Aweng taught the young lady. The young lady knew a lot of words and could recite thousands of words."

Oh! Yang Shouwen was a little surprised.

Thousand-character essays were the foundation of elementary school in later generations, and 300,000 can be regarded as well-known to everyone.

However, in that era when the west wind was booming, there were not many people who could recite the Thousand Characters of the Year, at least Yang Shouwen could not do it. In this era, although the Thousand Characters of the Year are an enlightenment book, being able to recite the Thousand Characters of the Year is at least at a high level. Yang Shouwen couldn't help but give her thumbs up to the Young Lady, which made the Young Lady's smile even brighter.

Outside the house, Yang left quietly.

The young lady ran to find Yang Shouwen, of course she knew.

Originally, she was afraid that the young lady would disturb Yang Shouwen, but after listening to the conversation in the room, she felt relieved, returned to her room, and took out the needlework. Yang did not have to be wary of Yang Shouwen. Although there was a difference between men and women, in her heart, Yang might have thought that one day if Yang Shouwen married Young Mother. After all, the two grew up together, one was a fool and the other was a little girl. Although they didn't know what men and women were, the relationship was indeed intimate.

Yang Shouwen picked up the brush, dipped it in full, adjusted the tip of the brush, and wrote the three words "Qingping Tu" on the paper.

Qingping dialect is a Yuefu ci card.

If Song wants to use this wine to take the high-end route, he must have a very stylish name.

Yang Shouwen doesn’t like “spring” or “blood”. But if you change the word card, it must be excellent.

"Young mom, do you recognize these three words?"

The young lady came over and said with some difficulty: "Qing-Ping-Di... is Qingping-Di, and Brother Yizi's name is better than Aweng."

What does Yang Dafang's handwriting look like?

Yang Shouwen was not particularly clear about it.

However, after being paralyzed in his previous life, he had specialized in calligraphy, especially regular script, and copied Yan Zhenqing's posts from the beginning. Later, he copied Liu Gongquan, so in calligraphy, there was Yan Zhenqing's brushwork with thick and rough, gold and free and easy style, and Liu Gongquan's clear edges and angularity and strong bones. So a friend said at that time that his calligraphy was unique to Yan Jin and Liu Gu. Unfortunately, he was paralyzed in bed and never showed his calligraphy to the world.

At that time, the first year of the Shengli period.

Yan Zhenqing will not be born eleven years later, Liu Gongquan...

The style of Yan Jin Liu Bone has not yet appeared in this era. So when Yang Shouwen wrote three regular scripts, the young lady was amazed.

"Hehe, have vision."

Yang Shouwen reached out and scraped the young lady's nose and said softly: "Do you still remember the meaning of these three words?"

Young Lady nodded and said, "Remember, Brother Yizi said that these three words were given to Youniang by Brother Yizi. They are the secret between Brother Yizi and Youniang. Only Brother Yizi and Youniang know it, so you must not tell the third person."

Yang Shouwen nodded with a smile, pondered for a while, and then picked up his pen to continue writing.

The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is thick.
Chapter completed!